<?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-2362098751216666809</id><updated>2012-01-22T15:26:22.863-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aforismo Mineiro</title><subtitle type='html'>Poesias, poemas, crônicas, textos, idéias e pensamentos...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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>164</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362098751216666809.post-9208876456097881063</id><published>2012-01-22T13:41:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T15:13:32.883-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGZYT5TJtfE/TxwuMgk28jI/AAAAAAAAAQo/u2PEWpa3eTo/s1600/%253D%253FISO-8859-1%253FQ%253FT%253DEDtulo_blog%253D2Ejpg%253F%253D-798101"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700482020782043698" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGZYT5TJtfE/TxwuMgk28jI/AAAAAAAAAQo/u2PEWpa3eTo/s320/%253D%253FISO-8859-1%253FQ%253FT%253DEDtulo_blog%253D2Ejpg%253F%253D-798101" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 4.75pt; margin-left: 3.6pt; margin-right: 0.9pt; margin-top: 0.05pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Gabriola; font-size: x-large; letter-spacing: 0pt;"&gt;Sou o enigma de mim mesmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 4.75pt; margin-left: 3.6pt; margin-right: 0.9pt; margin-top: 0.05pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Gabriola; font-size: x-large; letter-spacing: 0pt;"&gt;Às vezes escrevo coisas tentando tornar legível o que meu intimo me diz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 4.75pt; margin-left: 3.6pt; margin-right: 0.9pt; margin-top: 0.05pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Gabriola; font-size: x-large; letter-spacing: 0pt;"&gt;Tenho sido como um viajante sem parada. Mas minhas pernas já dão sinal de cansaço. Ei de repousar em uma parada chamada amor! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 4.75pt; margin-left: 3.6pt; margin-right: 0.9pt; margin-top: 0.05pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Gabriola; font-size: x-large; letter-spacing: 0pt;"&gt;Paixão?! Palavra pequena que contém forte apego. Mas seria tal apego suficiente para te chamar de minha?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 4.75pt; margin-left: 3.6pt; margin-right: 0.9pt; margin-top: 0.05pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Gabriola; font-size: x-large; letter-spacing: 0pt;"&gt;A importância da vida não é ser importante. O importante é ser especial e você é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 3.6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Gabriola; letter-spacing: 0pt;"&gt;A maestria de DEUS esta em sermos diferentes! E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Gabriola;"&gt;nquanto anjo, cada um é uma jóia que reluz aqui na Terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 3.6pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Gabriola; font-size: x-large; letter-spacing: 0pt;"&gt;Vivendo e crescendo. Assim a vida anda e a roda gira! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="MsoNormalTable" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 3.6pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 2.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Gabriola; font-size: x-large; letter-spacing: 0pt;"&gt;Amor é mais que um   sentimento. É um estado de espírito! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 3.6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Gabriola; font-size: x-large; letter-spacing: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sn142w.snt142.mail.live.com/mail/" target="_top" title="Imagem de Paulo ."&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="1" src="file:///C:/Users/PAULO/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image001.gif" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cansei de tentar abrir teus olhos... Na verdade cansei de muita coisa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 3.6pt; text-align: justify; vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Gabriola; font-size: x-large; letter-spacing: 0pt;"&gt;Amigo é mais que um ser qualquer. É um não - qualquer em qualquer hora! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 3.6pt; vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="MsoNormalTable" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Gabriola; font-size: x-large; letter-spacing: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;O que eu quero não depende só de mim. Você precisa mostrar à que veio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Gabriola; letter-spacing: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large; letter-spacing: 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;No caminho que faço almejo coisas que vão além da percepção. É o alimento simples que sacia a fome de amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-9208876456097881063?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/9208876456097881063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=9208876456097881063' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/9208876456097881063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/9208876456097881063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2012/01/sou-o-enigma-de-mim-mesmo-as-vezes.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGZYT5TJtfE/TxwuMgk28jI/AAAAAAAAAQo/u2PEWpa3eTo/s72-c/%253D%253FISO-8859-1%253FQ%253FT%253DEDtulo_blog%253D2Ejpg%253F%253D-798101' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362098751216666809.post-1832381113896973213</id><published>2012-01-16T20:54:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T20:57:04.014-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrado! (clique na figura que o texto aumentará)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Me4Ng3DqYII/TxSqotUT4WI/AAAAAAAAAQc/WKiAW6Y2o5U/s1600/cartoons_700_suicidiofrustrado-765871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698367044866793826" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Me4Ng3DqYII/TxSqotUT4WI/AAAAAAAAAQc/WKiAW6Y2o5U/s320/cartoons_700_suicidiofrustrado-765871.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-1832381113896973213?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/1832381113896973213/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=1832381113896973213' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/1832381113896973213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/1832381113896973213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2012/01/frustrado.html' title='Frustrado! (clique na figura que o texto aumentará)'/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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/-Me4Ng3DqYII/TxSqotUT4WI/AAAAAAAAAQc/WKiAW6Y2o5U/s72-c/cartoons_700_suicidiofrustrado-765871.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362098751216666809.post-5837894262347233311</id><published>2011-12-30T10:42:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T14:46:38.346-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DRAMeXBwpDs/Tv2xvO4GoaI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/hHad2gWaldA/s1600/voo2-755353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691900929071554978" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DRAMeXBwpDs/Tv2xvO4GoaI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/hHad2gWaldA/s320/voo2-755353.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Desconforto bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Era de um propósito descabido, despretensioso e até certo ponto tímido. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Unicamente como intento foi surgindo aos poucos e causando desconforto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lia minha mente o desejo de querença. De gostar e permitir-se. Deixar fluir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Estava alçando vôos descontínuos, como a ave que buscava o ar mais puro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Reina em mim a vontade de ter-te sempre e cada vez mais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&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/2362098751216666809-5837894262347233311?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5837894262347233311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=5837894262347233311' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/5837894262347233311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/5837894262347233311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/12/desconforto-bom.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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/-DRAMeXBwpDs/Tv2xvO4GoaI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/hHad2gWaldA/s72-c/voo2-755353.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362098751216666809.post-2076713077851460239</id><published>2011-12-27T20:16:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T20:25:27.718-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a_I53ZQ5PSY/TvpDxz8QxcI/AAAAAAAAAPI/TC_9lFboYgg/s1600/2011-2012-799447.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690935602171659714" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a_I53ZQ5PSY/TvpDxz8QxcI/AAAAAAAAAPI/TC_9lFboYgg/s320/2011-2012-799447.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white;"&gt;Esse 2011!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white;"&gt;Engraçado como um ano inteiro parecia não ter sentido algum, até que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white;"&gt;uma semana desse mesmo ano acabar, surge alguém que lhe sopra o ar necessário que tanto lhe fazia falta nas caminhadas e jornadas até então percorridas com muita luta e perseverança. Ai você pode, enfim, dizer: 'esse ano foi difícil, mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white; font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white;"&gt;valeu tanto esforço e tanta dor por ter conhecido alguém especial na reta final e que vai me ajudar a seguir em frente'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white;"&gt;Esse 2011 foi de lutas, dores, vitórias e selos. Muitos ciclos se fecharam e tantos outros começaram. Porém, nada com tanto sentido quanto o que agora vivo na reta final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white;"&gt;Talvez sejamos, todos, como que barcos em busca de um porto seguro. Prefiro pensar assim. E se for que eu tenha encontrado o meu. Na pior das hipóteses que este porto me seja favorável enquanto eu ali estiver atracado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white;"&gt;Quero percorrer a distância dos relacionamentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white;"&gt;Quero a dor do momento ruim e a alegria do sorriso meigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white;"&gt;Quero embarcar nessa viagem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white;"&gt;Quero gritar, não "terra à vista", mas sim, encontrei a felicidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-2076713077851460239?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/2076713077851460239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=2076713077851460239' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/2076713077851460239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/2076713077851460239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/12/esse-2011-engracado-como-um-ano-inteiro.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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/-a_I53ZQ5PSY/TvpDxz8QxcI/AAAAAAAAAPI/TC_9lFboYgg/s72-c/2011-2012-799447.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362098751216666809.post-5599042369119312873</id><published>2011-12-19T10:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T10:07:10.350-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="es"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;La lluvia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;"Hoy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;por primera vez&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;en mucho tiempo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;el agua que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;caía del cielo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;no sólo se&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;la lluvia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a causa del tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;pero también&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;el dolor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;que me consumía&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;por dentro y por&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;inundaron las calles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;La lluvia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;tiene ese poder&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;mágico y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;trascendental&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;en nuestras calles&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;limpias&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;amargura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;incierto.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Lo que se necesita&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;con suciedad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;humana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;encontrada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Purifica&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;el aire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, más pesado que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;antes, eso es&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;lo que hemos dejado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;de respirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Los jardines de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;nuestros corazones&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;para&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;ser llamativo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, brillante&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;y perfumada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Ella&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;tiene un poder curativo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Cerrar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;las heridas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;del alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Yo necesitaba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;una gran cantidad de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;lluvia.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;En realidad,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;una tormenta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-5599042369119312873?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5599042369119312873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=5599042369119312873' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/5599042369119312873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/5599042369119312873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/12/la-lluvia-hoy-por-primera-vez-en-mucho.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-8580962093385046154</id><published>2011-12-19T10:05:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T10:05:54.820-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;"Today&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;for the first&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;time in a long&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the water that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;fell from the sky&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;was not only&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;gives&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;rain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;because of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;but it was also&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the pain that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;consumed me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;inside and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;flooded the streets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;The rain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;has this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;magical power and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;transcendental&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;our streets&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;clean&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;bitterness,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;uncertain.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;takes with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;human&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;filth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;encountered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;It purifies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;heavier&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;than before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, that's what&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;we have left&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;to breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;The gardens&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;of our hearts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;to be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;flashy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, shiny&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and fragrant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;She has&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;healing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Close&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the wounds&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;of the soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;needed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;lot of rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;storm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;I need this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;water that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;comes from heaven&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and restores&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the feeling.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Creates&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;new being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;If not for the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;rain,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;do not know what&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;that heaven&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;would be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;called&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;If not for the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;rain,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;this pain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;that flooded&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the streets&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;would be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;pain and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;nothing else!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-8580962093385046154?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8580962093385046154/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=8580962093385046154' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/8580962093385046154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/8580962093385046154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/12/rain-today-for-first-time-in-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-7532185840264553683</id><published>2011-12-14T09:46:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T09:48:06.747-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x9pS_iUWdgw/TuiMshOlQoI/AAAAAAAAALw/o-LU2J4xtR0/s1600/%253D%253FISO-8859-1%253FQ%253Fdan%253DE7ando_na_chuva%253D2Ejpg%253F%253D-717932"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685949226016916098" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x9pS_iUWdgw/TuiMshOlQoI/AAAAAAAAALw/o-LU2J4xtR0/s320/%253D%253FISO-8859-1%253FQ%253Fdan%253DE7ando_na_chuva%253D2Ejpg%253F%253D-717932" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Chuva!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;"Hoje pela primeira vez em muito tempo a água que caiu do céu não foi só a dá chuva por causa do tempo, mas também era a dor que me consumia por dentro e inundava as ruas".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;A chuva tem esse poder mágico e transcendental que limpa nossas ruas da amargura, do incerto. Que leva junto dela a imundície humana deparada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Ela purifica o ar, que antes pesado, era o que nos restava para respirarmos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Os jardins do nosso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt; passam a serem vistosos, brilhantes e perfumados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Ela tem um poder cicatrizante. Fecha as feridas d'alma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Tenho precisado de muitas chuvas. Quero, na verdade, uma tormenta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Preciso dessa água que vem dos céus e restaura o sentimento. Cria um novo ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Se não fosse a chuva, não sei o que seria desse céu chamado ser humano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Se não fosse a chuva, essa dor que inundava as ruas seria dor e nada mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-7532185840264553683?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/7532185840264553683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=7532185840264553683' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/7532185840264553683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/7532185840264553683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/12/chuva-hoje-pela-primeira-vez-em-muito.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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/-x9pS_iUWdgw/TuiMshOlQoI/AAAAAAAAALw/o-LU2J4xtR0/s72-c/%253D%253FISO-8859-1%253FQ%253Fdan%253DE7ando_na_chuva%253D2Ejpg%253F%253D-717932' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362098751216666809.post-2243597910210989590</id><published>2011-12-13T17:14:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T17:16:39.691-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tiUIA_YowLE/TuekJUBp69I/AAAAAAAAALk/hpmzRKTKWGk/s1600/AMOR-OU-ILUSAO-785692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685693534479969234" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tiUIA_YowLE/TuekJUBp69I/AAAAAAAAALk/hpmzRKTKWGk/s320/AMOR-OU-ILUSAO-785692.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ilusionista!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ofereces algo que não tens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tentas vender a ilusão aos que tem sede da verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sois ágeis com as palavras que inebriam a mente dos inocentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Falta-te a sinceridade do desejo puro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tu és a incerteza e a falsa promessa de quem tem sentimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ofereces algo que não tens: Caráter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vais andando e deixando marcas que confundem os que não tem direção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ilusionista é sua melhor profissão. Seu nome é Falsidade e vendes promessas que não podes cumprir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-2243597910210989590?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/2243597910210989590/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=2243597910210989590' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/2243597910210989590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/2243597910210989590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/12/ilusionista-ofereces-algo-que-nao-tens.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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/-tiUIA_YowLE/TuekJUBp69I/AAAAAAAAALk/hpmzRKTKWGk/s72-c/AMOR-OU-ILUSAO-785692.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362098751216666809.post-1751477945748581071</id><published>2011-12-09T16:07:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T16:07:04.222-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PglNwcdVY5k/TuJOSKolzYI/AAAAAAAAALY/M1qhoanktYE/s1600/aff15df8288d66e4bedc2d449eb1fed5815bf617-724223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PglNwcdVY5k/TuJOSKolzYI/AAAAAAAAALY/M1qhoanktYE/s320/aff15df8288d66e4bedc2d449eb1fed5815bf617-724223.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684191753694203266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Pessoas!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Pessoas são a fragilidade de um momento ímpar. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Inspiração vem de acontecimentos ou seria de envolvimentos?! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Sentimentos são aves que voam na caça de um querer maior! Querem algo que as alimente.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Que lhes sopre o ar necessário para que possam planar sem bater suas asas.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Assim, sem querer ou desejar, aparece tu que não sei quem és.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Mas que me causa boas impressões: diversas, contrárias, intrigantes, inconstantes, todavia, lúcidas.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;São a maneira simplista do gentil que anda pelas calçadas olhando nos confins do tempo onde parou seu destino.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Não sabe o gentil que a felicidade não tem pousada. Nem tem repouso.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Apenas anda buscando morada: Coração o nome disso!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-1751477945748581071?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/1751477945748581071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=1751477945748581071' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/1751477945748581071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/1751477945748581071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/12/pessoas-pessoas-sao-fragilidade-de-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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/-PglNwcdVY5k/TuJOSKolzYI/AAAAAAAAALY/M1qhoanktYE/s72-c/aff15df8288d66e4bedc2d449eb1fed5815bf617-724223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362098751216666809.post-9116163532367011101</id><published>2011-12-06T01:33:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T09:07:01.891-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1oJdpvzNF8Q/Tt2M-CPa_NI/AAAAAAAAALM/SkUU7DLaQKg/s1600/lindossss-792386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682853302192766162" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1oJdpvzNF8Q/Tt2M-CPa_NI/AAAAAAAAALM/SkUU7DLaQKg/s320/lindossss-792386.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rascunho de amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Há na beleza da vida algo bem simples, já que ela é inconstante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Esperei, por muito tempo, encontrá-la e agora não a largo mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lembro do quanto te desejei e te busquei em meus sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Límpida e pura era tua alma que transbordava amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Enquanto passeava pelas nuvens eu almejava tua agradável cia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nenhum momento ao teu lado é o suficiente. Só a eternidade será o bastante para amar-te!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Venha... mas venha depressa que anseio ter-te junto à mim: AMOR!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-9116163532367011101?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/9116163532367011101/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=9116163532367011101' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/9116163532367011101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/9116163532367011101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/12/rascunho-de-amor-ha-na-beleza-da-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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/-1oJdpvzNF8Q/Tt2M-CPa_NI/AAAAAAAAALM/SkUU7DLaQKg/s72-c/lindossss-792386.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362098751216666809.post-6615113651570586806</id><published>2011-11-17T17:05:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T17:07:29.384-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-na3YuXDkZ0c/TsVa7eudGUI/AAAAAAAAALA/qRR4aOaikGo/s1600/1287777310374_f-717387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676042883277068610" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-na3YuXDkZ0c/TsVa7eudGUI/AAAAAAAAALA/qRR4aOaikGo/s320/1287777310374_f-717387.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Selo final! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Começo ou fim. Um ato que dá a partida ou encerra o ciclo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Às vezes, vivemos atos inacabados. Sem expressões que denotam sua exatidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Acontecem partidas sem um adeus ou nem uma única palavra dita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Nenhum beijo final para selar qualquer coisa". &lt;br /&gt;Um ato que nos dê "idéia do estado em que estávamos". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu sei que tenho um coração inconstante e amargurado. E o olho de um errante", mas a incerteza é uma dor. A partida um sofrimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Falta um selo... Um selo final que dê a direção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Preciso desse selo... Chega de nadar em águas sujas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu já "vi seu rosto sob todos os céus, durante todas as fronteiras e em cada linha... Você conhece o meu coração mais do que eu".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/2362098751216666809-6615113651570586806?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6615113651570586806/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=6615113651570586806' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/6615113651570586806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/6615113651570586806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/11/selo-final-comeco-ou-fim.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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/-na3YuXDkZ0c/TsVa7eudGUI/AAAAAAAAALA/qRR4aOaikGo/s72-c/1287777310374_f-717387.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362098751216666809.post-3585289044865815901</id><published>2011-11-14T22:59:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T08:47:02.205-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Devotei o dia de hoje à mim mesmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-57GgWsSvJbQ/TsG5Xnn3cEI/AAAAAAAAAK0/_njCOdO7_no/s1600/Oracao-a-Mim-Mesmo-Oswaldo-Antonio-Begiato-749811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675020820887859266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-57GgWsSvJbQ/TsG5Xnn3cEI/AAAAAAAAAK0/_njCOdO7_no/s320/Oracao-a-Mim-Mesmo-Oswaldo-Antonio-Begiato-749811.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vi que minha cia é muito mais agradável que muitas que tive no decorrer da vida. Em especial, as mais recentes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vi que sou mais que àquilo que pensei que eu fosse. Essa redundância mirabolante é a ternura de um coração que sofre pelo passado recente. Mas o passado foi ontem e ontem esteve muito bom. O futuro é amanhã. E no que depender de mim ele será muito melhor que o ontem. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Quero essa grandeza chamada presença. Essa pequenez que cultivo sobre o olhar simplório do ♥ da criança. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A simplicidade de pequenos atos é o que torna a vida tão grande!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&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/2362098751216666809-3585289044865815901?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3585289044865815901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=3585289044865815901' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/3585289044865815901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/3585289044865815901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/11/devotei-o-dia-de-hoje-mim-mesmo.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-57GgWsSvJbQ/TsG5Xnn3cEI/AAAAAAAAAK0/_njCOdO7_no/s72-c/Oracao-a-Mim-Mesmo-Oswaldo-Antonio-Begiato-749811.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362098751216666809.post-7906254985019189881</id><published>2011-11-14T22:44:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T22:44:42.236-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DGAFMKemoNg/TsG1-s9VbkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/MWEGpHeApF8/s1600/carta-782238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DGAFMKemoNg/TsG1-s9VbkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/MWEGpHeApF8/s320/carta-782238.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675017094288469570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 style="MARGIN: 10pt 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="Cambria"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;De mim para mim mesmo!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;h2 style="MARGIN: 10pt 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="Cambria"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;h2 style="MARGIN: 10pt 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="Cambria"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Devoto a ti meu sincero desejo de felicidade plena.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;h2 style="MARGIN: 10pt 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="Cambria"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Abundância em sabedoria e paz. Regados à constante amor e afeto,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;h2 style="MARGIN: 10pt 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="Cambria"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;junto a sinceridade de uma amizade forjada no aço da verdade&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;h2 style="MARGIN: 10pt 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="Cambria"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;e que seus anos de vida sejam a extensão de belas manhãs, onde reine a alegria de viver e fazer muito feliz os que te amam. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;h2 style="MARGIN: 10pt 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="Cambria"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Que viva... viva muito...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;h2 style="MARGIN: 10pt 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="Cambria"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;E seja eterno para sempre ser lembrado!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;h2 style="MARGIN: 10pt 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="Cambria"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Felicidades Paulo! Você merece isso e muito mais!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-7906254985019189881?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/7906254985019189881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=7906254985019189881' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/7906254985019189881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/7906254985019189881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/11/de-mim-para-mim-mesmo-devoto-ti-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DGAFMKemoNg/TsG1-s9VbkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/MWEGpHeApF8/s72-c/carta-782238.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362098751216666809.post-4721068447997083658</id><published>2011-11-06T02:00:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T11:53:41.333-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--4KRWuofTZA/TrYGQf6B2uI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Gw-_ZidRph8/s1600/URSINH%257E1-701406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671727661232282338" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--4KRWuofTZA/TrYGQf6B2uI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Gw-_ZidRph8/s320/URSINH%257E1-701406.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoSubtitle" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Abraço!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoSubtitle" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Acordei cedo olhando a nevoa caindo sobre a rua ainda seca. Desejei sentir, mesmo que por alguns segundos, seu abraço gostoso junto ao meu peito que clama pelo calor que saia de ti me aquecendo em noites frias.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoSubtitle" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sentia na pele a sede de um toque teu que ao mais simples enconstar me alucinava. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoSubtitle" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Queria sentir tanto esse abraço que desperta esse desejo incansável de ter-te.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoSubtitle" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Imaginei-me entrando no carro e seguindo, quase voando, em sua direção para que tão simplesmente você pudesse me abraçar sem nada dizer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoSubtitle" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seu abraço me faz falta!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoSubtitle" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seu olhar me vem à mente com intensidade!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoSubtitle" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sinto falta de tudo que você nunca me deu, mas que eu sempre pude sentir!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-4721068447997083658?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4721068447997083658/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=4721068447997083658' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/4721068447997083658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/4721068447997083658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/11/abraco-acordei-cedo-olhando-nevoa.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/--4KRWuofTZA/TrYGQf6B2uI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Gw-_ZidRph8/s72-c/URSINH%257E1-701406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362098751216666809.post-622090433392182067</id><published>2011-10-28T18:29:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T18:29:06.366-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ArRGL5R7W3U/TqsQkhdz1BI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/NZRFoWGtT80/s1600/porta-fechada-746367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ArRGL5R7W3U/TqsQkhdz1BI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/NZRFoWGtT80/s320/porta-fechada-746367.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668642775620637714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Calibri"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Fechar a porta!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;"É tempo de fechar a porta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;mudar o disco...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;limpar a casa...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;sacudir a poeira...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;encerrar ciclos...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;terminar capítulos ...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;deixar no passado os momentos da vida que já se acabaram". &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Quero explorar a minha condição enquanto Ser livre.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Voar e alçar novos vôos sem muita direção.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Quero, na verdade, me desprender de passados escuros&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Em busca de certa luz que não sei onde nasce&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Ousando gritar sem fazer barulho algum&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Sedento por algo que nasce aos poucos&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;E que não chora como a criança que vem ao mundo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Mas que cala a boca dos que falam sem saber onde querem chegar!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Acho que isso e muito... Muito mais resume quem sou&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Que isso me alimente.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-622090433392182067?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/622090433392182067/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=622090433392182067' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/622090433392182067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/622090433392182067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/10/fechar-porta-e-tempo-de-fechar-porta.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ArRGL5R7W3U/TqsQkhdz1BI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/NZRFoWGtT80/s72-c/porta-fechada-746367.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362098751216666809.post-214782959082988923</id><published>2011-10-21T15:20:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T15:24:41.516-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qbiWpXrDfJ4/TqGp_KAyn1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/gYTX_Z9dxxs/s1600/363_alem_do_horizonte__capa-759402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665996708693319506" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qbiWpXrDfJ4/TqGp_KAyn1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/gYTX_Z9dxxs/s320/363_alem_do_horizonte__capa-759402.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;Além do horizonte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;É preciso enxergar ao longe, na busca de outros horizontes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;Andar sem medo dos buracos pela frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;Pisar se medo de cair ou afundar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;Precisamos ser como uma nuvem, que "não sabe por que se move em tal direção e em tal velocidade. Sente apenas um impulso que a conduz para esta ou aquela direção". Pois se assim formos, saberemos que "o céu sabe os motivos e os desenhos por trás de todas as nuvens, e você também saberá, quando se erguer o suficiente para ver além dos horizontes".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;É irrelevante o quão grande e difícil é o seu desejo, o seu sonho. Basta crer e se permitir que mesmo que ele "não se realize exatamente como você desejou ele se concretizara da maneira que Deus entender ser a melhor para você".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-214782959082988923?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/214782959082988923/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=214782959082988923' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/214782959082988923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/214782959082988923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/10/alem-do-horizonte-e-preciso-enxergar-ao.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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/-qbiWpXrDfJ4/TqGp_KAyn1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/gYTX_Z9dxxs/s72-c/363_alem_do_horizonte__capa-759402.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362098751216666809.post-5529017926314962090</id><published>2011-10-14T17:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T22:09:15.587-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zwr_wt6_rXM/Tpjc_gxP02I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pqBRaTvUwWY/s1600/As-pessoas-entram-em-nossa-vida-por-acaso-mas-nao-e-por-acaso-que-elas-permanecem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zwr_wt6_rXM/Tpjc_gxP02I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pqBRaTvUwWY/s320/As-pessoas-entram-em-nossa-vida-por-acaso-mas-nao-e-por-acaso-que-elas-permanecem.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Acaso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em vez de ficar com medo lembre que o acaso também pode trazer coisas boas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acaso é o que nos une e surpreende sem querermos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É a inspiração inusitada feita pelos dedos dos deuses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Virar a página não é um acaso, mas requer atitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O bom é não procurar, mas deixar rolar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando aparece uma chama que me oferta a luz que preciso, sinto-me mais feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas ai vem o vento e apaga a chama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Existem dois relacionamentos: um sofrível e outro durável.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Até então eu já tive o sofrível. Quero o durável. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que venha. E que venha por acaso!&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/2362098751216666809-5529017926314962090?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5529017926314962090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=5529017926314962090' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/5529017926314962090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/5529017926314962090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/10/acaso-em-vez-de-ficar-com-medo-lembre.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zwr_wt6_rXM/Tpjc_gxP02I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pqBRaTvUwWY/s72-c/As-pessoas-entram-em-nossa-vida-por-acaso-mas-nao-e-por-acaso-que-elas-permanecem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362098751216666809.post-5599456602407463157</id><published>2011-09-30T16:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T17:32:37.222-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IhGo906w8oY/ToYcgHoOsCI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/PIJcKsqRly8/s1600/lucida-loucura-767850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658241319966781474" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IhGo906w8oY/ToYcgHoOsCI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/PIJcKsqRly8/s320/lucida-loucura-767850.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 99.9pt 0cm 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Lúcida loucura!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 99.9pt 0cm 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Antes eu mexia muito no passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 99.9pt 0cm 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Passado para mim só tem um dia, que foi ontem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 99.9pt 0cm 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;E ontem esteve muito bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 99.9pt 0cm 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 99.9pt 0cm 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;São três dias: ontem já se foi; hoje está acabando e amanhã já vai chegar. Melhor correr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 99.9pt 0cm 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Da mesma forma amanhã vai virar ontem. E o hoje vai deixar de importar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 99.9pt 0cm 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;E depois de amanhã a gente nunca sabe quando chega. Isso se chegar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 99.9pt 0cm 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 99.9pt 0cm 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Você é hoje o resultado do ontem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 99.9pt 0cm 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Per si é também o passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 99.9pt 0cm 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Assim, por menos que mexa nele você também o é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 99.9pt 0cm 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 99.9pt 0cm 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Porque há os que vêm do pó e acham mesmo que é interessante voltar a ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 99.9pt 0cm 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;E há os que preferem estar sempre acima de quem jogou o pó debaixo do tapete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 99.9pt 0cm 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Mas que venha das cinzas, de costelas ou de argila. Que venha donde for, mas que olhe sempre para frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 99.9pt 0cm 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 99.9pt 0cm 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;(Colaboração de Jeff Run) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-5599456602407463157?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5599456602407463157/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=5599456602407463157' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/5599456602407463157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/5599456602407463157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/09/lucida-loucura-antes-eu-mexia-muito-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IhGo906w8oY/ToYcgHoOsCI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/PIJcKsqRly8/s72-c/lucida-loucura-767850.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362098751216666809.post-3100384361328580660</id><published>2011-09-29T11:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T11:36:10.310-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RawQ0ZMlbrs/ToSA6iUrT3I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jB3g1Os6B2k/s1600/Cuidado-702418.png"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="166" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657788775018483570" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RawQ0ZMlbrs/ToSA6iUrT3I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jB3g1Os6B2k/s200/Cuidado-702418.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cuidado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cuidado não é somente o sinônimo da cautela ou do zelo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cuidado é o que quero de ti. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;É também tudo àquilo o que posso te dar quando mesmo não doente tu precisas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cuidado? Esse substantivo nos aproxima. Inebria-nos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sim quero poder cuidar. Em outrora recebi o convite de partir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Partir do recôndito da imensidão dessa solidão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cada coração transporta os passageiros que precisam de cuidado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cada um tem uma rota. Um destino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cuidado é o que quero. Alimenta-me o desejo de tê-lo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sozinhos cada um de nós terá o seu cuidado particular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Juntos teremos o cuidado de gostar. De querer. De partilhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Teremos o cuidado permissivo do acaso. Viveremos à margem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Só isso me bastaria. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cuidado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nada mais que isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-3100384361328580660?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3100384361328580660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=3100384361328580660' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/3100384361328580660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tempérie!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tempérie do ser. Âmago da esperança. Ponto essencial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Habita na verdade um sentimento puro. Um desejo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Inigualável é a essência do ser que ama. Que anseia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Antécios é o que somos. Separados nos encontramos na sombra do sentido oposto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gostar... É esse o caminho, o princípio de um querer que não cessa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Obscurece meu espírito por esse sentimento de querença: Você!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-560200492482197726?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/560200492482197726/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=560200492482197726' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/560200492482197726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/560200492482197726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/09/temperie-temperie-do-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362098751216666809.post-6778783590132671118</id><published>2011-09-18T22:41:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T22:46:12.482-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C6pUaUfvuaA/TnaeFuGWtII/AAAAAAAAAJk/29_5ZMK23RI/s1600/INSNIA%257E1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C6pUaUfvuaA/TnaeFuGWtII/AAAAAAAAAJk/29_5ZMK23RI/s320/INSNIA%257E1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Insônia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em minhas noites tenho tido você por companhia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;Envolto em mim mesmo fico na cama a revirar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha insônia tem sido minha melhor companhia.&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me pensar no passado, no presente e imaginar o futuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca pensei nos benefícios da insônia. São muitos...&lt;br /&gt;Mas acho que para mim já chegou seu fim.&lt;br /&gt;Afasta-te de mim ó desconforto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta de algo que não quero ter. &lt;br /&gt;Talvez é a lembrança do passado gritando por dentro!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-6778783590132671118?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6778783590132671118/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=6778783590132671118' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/6778783590132671118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/6778783590132671118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/09/insonia-em-minhas-noites-tenho-tido.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C6pUaUfvuaA/TnaeFuGWtII/AAAAAAAAAJk/29_5ZMK23RI/s72-c/INSNIA%257E1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362098751216666809.post-3820050343772410509</id><published>2011-09-12T20:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T20:52:33.192-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img height="240" id="il_fi" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVf0TKnBKQE/SifztgqNrHI/AAAAAAAADPw/MEi8rhOYd9Q/s400/deserto.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Deserto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Passos perdidos nas andanças dos gentis! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sois apenas mais um louco andando sem caminhos que não sei onde terminam ou levam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: PT;"&gt;Sois abutres que voam na caça insana de corpos fragéis e mentes caidas pelo caliente sol que me surge à fronte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Escaldante, o sol faz surgir nas rachaduras do chão a sombra que me persegue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cansado, percorro à busca de sombra para descansar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quase me arrasto, puxando o peso das pernas que agora tem vontade própria: querem repouso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vento é riqueza de haréns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Confins do tempo é o que me resta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A beleza do azul cintilante dos céus é para mim a cegueira da aurora que virá! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Deserto: é assim que esta meu coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-3820050343772410509?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3820050343772410509/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=3820050343772410509' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/3820050343772410509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/3820050343772410509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/09/deserto-passos-perdidos-nas-andancas.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVf0TKnBKQE/SifztgqNrHI/AAAAAAAADPw/MEi8rhOYd9Q/s72-c/deserto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362098751216666809.post-8551748234910775327</id><published>2011-09-09T10:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T10:39:42.036-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/bruno-mars/1954717/"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Talking To The Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &amp;amp; Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (Bruno Mars)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;"À noite, quando as estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Iluminam o meu quarto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Me sinto sozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Falando com a lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Tento chegar até você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Na esperança de que você esteja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;No outro lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Falando comigo também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ou eu sou um tolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Que fica sentado sozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Conversando com a lua"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;"Amor é pensar nos outros antes de pensar em si mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;O amor é altruísta, não egoísta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;O amor é Deus e Deus é amor"&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/2362098751216666809-8551748234910775327?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8551748234910775327/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=8551748234910775327' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/8551748234910775327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/8551748234910775327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/09/talking-to-moon-love-bruno-mars-noite.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-8253625749360505049</id><published>2011-09-05T16:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T16:34:25.942-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Multitudes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="es"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Paredes que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;guardan la memoria&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;siempre surge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Pensamientos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;suenan como&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;susurros&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;con una voz que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;todavía me molesta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Suena&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;extraño&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;murmullo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;de las palabras&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;que salen de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;sus labios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Su tacto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;no me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;causan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;escalofríos,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;pero constante&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;escalofríos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Las masas son&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;para mí y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;es como si&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;yo fuera&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;una referencia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a las condiciones climáticas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;inestables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Flechas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;guía&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;querer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;me persiguen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;de manera que no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;sabemos todavía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Tanto la gente que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;vino&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;en mi vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;, son pocos los&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;transeúntes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;que yo recuerde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;En medio de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;tal confusión&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;es&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;todavía&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;el aire necesario&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;para satisfacer las&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;nuevas multitudes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;es todavía el&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;aliento&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;una nueva raza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Energía, paciencia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;y quiere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;tres pilares de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;una facilidad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;inusual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Por ahora,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;las multitudes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;son parte de esa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;incompatibilidad.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Pero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;que el tiempo es&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;más consistente y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;hacer que la tierra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;infértil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;quieren una&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;mayor fecundidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;: EL AMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&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/2362098751216666809-8253625749360505049?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8253625749360505049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=8253625749360505049' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/8253625749360505049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/8253625749360505049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/09/multitudes.html' title='Multitudes!'/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-892684603574155003</id><published>2011-09-05T16:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T16:33:01.157-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Crowds!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Walls&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;hold the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;memories that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;always comes up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Thoughts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;sound like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;whispers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a voice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;that still&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;bothers me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Sounds&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;strange&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;babble&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;of words&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;that leave&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;your lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Your touch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;does not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;cause me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;chills,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;chills&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;constant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Crowds&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;for me and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;it's as if&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;I were&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;reference&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;to the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;unstable weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Arrows&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;guide me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;wanting to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;haunt me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;in ways that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;do not yet know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;The crowds that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;came&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;, there are few&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;passers-by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;that I remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Amid such&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;turmoil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;there is still the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;air needed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;to meet new&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;crowds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;There is still&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the breath for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Energy, patience&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;pillars of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;unusual&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;ease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;For now,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the crowds&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;part of that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;inconsistency&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;that time is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;more consistent&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and make&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;land&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;infertile&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;higher&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;fertility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;LOVE!&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/2362098751216666809-892684603574155003?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/892684603574155003/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=892684603574155003' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/892684603574155003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/892684603574155003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/09/crowds.html' title='Crowds!'/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-2511385233631830973</id><published>2011-09-05T15:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T15:28:46.833-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Multidões!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Paredes me prendem a lembranças que sempre vem à tona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pensamentos soam como o sussurrar de uma voz que ainda me incomoda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Soa estranho o balbuciar das palavras que saem dos teus lábios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Teu toque não me causa arrepios, mas sim calafrios constantes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Multidões passam por mim e é como se eu fosse à referência de um tempo inconstante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Setas me perseguem querendo me guiar por caminhos que ainda não conheço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Das multidões que passaram em minha vida, são poucos os transeuntes que me recordo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Em meio a tanta turbulência ainda resta o ar necessário para enfrentar novas multidões.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ainda resta o fôlego para uma nova corrida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Energia, paciência e querer: três pilares de uma vontade incomum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por hora, que as multidões sejam parte dessa inconstância. Mas que o tempo seja mais coerente e faça de terras inférteis a fecundidade de um querer maior: AMOR! &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-2511385233631830973?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/2511385233631830973/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=2511385233631830973' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/2511385233631830973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/2511385233631830973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/09/multidoes-paredes-me-prendem-lembrancas.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-3284024026145291341</id><published>2011-08-29T15:54:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T15:29:11.970-03:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hoje não tenho título para este pequeno texto. Mas aprendi que ao escrever qualquer um dos mais de cem textos aqui postados, que viver &lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;cada dia com uma intensidade única é o melhor que podemos fazer, pois a incerteza do amanhã é o que nos resta! Aprendi ainda, que gostar é o primeiro passo para que outros sentimentos possam surgir. E dentre eles, por que não o AMOR?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aprendi que não gostamos de alguém por impulso, mas sim por um conjunto. Que não se gosta por um simples querer, mas por sentir algo bom desse alguém de quem gostamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aprendi que gostar tem intensidades. Aprendi que posso dizer: Eu gosto de você. Mas também que posso ouvir: "Não gosto de você com a mesma intensidade!". Pode acontecer de gostarmos de alguém que não gosta de nós. E que sempre existirá um outro alguém que goste de nós mais do que nós gostamos desse alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A vida é assim mesmo... Não temos tudo o que queremos. E nem sempre queremos ter aquilo que nos é ofertado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aprendi que amar é sofrer. Se apaixonar é estar cego e sentir dor é bem real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tudo isso passa. E novas lutam sempre vão surgir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-3284024026145291341?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3284024026145291341/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=3284024026145291341' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/3284024026145291341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/3284024026145291341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/08/hoje-nao-tenho-titulo-para-este-pequeno.html' title='???'/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-6526346462969373273</id><published>2011-08-23T19:36:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T16:54:27.333-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Boa noite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Dicas para viver com entusiasmo&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Afaste-se de pessoas e fatos negativo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acredite em você. Valorize suas idèias e intuições.&lt;br /&gt;Não reclame. Não fale mal dos outros.&lt;br /&gt;Cultive o bom humor, o sorriso&amp;nbsp;e a alegria de viver.&lt;br /&gt;Nõa fique parado. Tenha uma atitude de aprender sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Coopere. Participe. Ajude. Estenda sua mão aos outros.&lt;br /&gt;Comprometa-se. Faça mais do que esperam de você.&lt;br /&gt;Preste Atenção aos detalhes: o detalhe faz a diferença!&lt;br /&gt;Cuide-se. Goste de sua imagem. Invista em você.&lt;br /&gt;Não chore. Mude a realidade. Aja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor desconhecido.&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/2362098751216666809-6526346462969373273?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6526346462969373273/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=6526346462969373273' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/6526346462969373273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/6526346462969373273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/08/boa-noite.html' title='Boa noite...'/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-875891672488865591</id><published>2011-08-19T17:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T17:56:52.386-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EJlxul6-t2o/Tk7N6OjYNTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/_kX2nN1oofA/s1600/VOC%25C3%258A+EST%25C3%2581+APAIXONADO.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EJlxul6-t2o/Tk7N6OjYNTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/_kX2nN1oofA/s320/VOC%25C3%258A+EST%25C3%2581+APAIXONADO.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Estar apaixonado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Escrever  tem sido tão difícil. É como se eu fosse tomado por uma dor. Na verdade  não é como se fosse, estou de fato tomado por ela. Uma dor que me  consome. Não aos poucos como era de se esperar. Mas de uma só vez, como  uma avalanche que me encobre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;O amor tem dessas coisas. Artimanhas malvadas! Riscos iminentes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Tenho sido consumido por algo que eu mesmo alimentei: PAIXÃO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Ela arde, dói e não desaparece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Mas sem ela é pior. É como se eu andasse em um caminho interminável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Melhor sofrer estando apaixonado que andar sozinho sem sentir o prazer desse desconforto confortável chamado PAIXÃO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;PAIXÃO é sentir o coração acelerar quando do outro lado da linha se ouve a voz de quem se gosta. É sentir no corpo o arrepio de um beijo dado ou recebido. É saber que mesmo distante se consegue sentir a pessoa ao lado. É esperar o dia passar rápido para ver a pessoa amada. PAIXÃO é o friozinho gostoso que vem do estômago e percorre o corpo na busca do calor dos lábios. Onde se condensa em vapor de delírios audazes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sim. Prefiro viver a dor de estar apaixonado a ter que viver sem sentir tudo o que a PAIXÃO tem me dado, mesmo sentindo fortes dores, que não sei se um dia terão fim!&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/2362098751216666809-875891672488865591?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/875891672488865591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=875891672488865591' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/875891672488865591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/875891672488865591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/08/estar-apaixonado-escrever-tem-sido-tao.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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/-EJlxul6-t2o/Tk7N6OjYNTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/_kX2nN1oofA/s72-c/VOC%25C3%258A+EST%25C3%2581+APAIXONADO.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362098751216666809.post-8780324688605329977</id><published>2011-08-13T16:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T16:42:40.497-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 59.25pt 0pt 3.4pt; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Segoe UI&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 59.25pt 0pt 3.4pt; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Segoe UI&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 59.25pt 0pt 3.4pt; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Segoe UI&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Não me lances mais suas informações subliminares. Não falemos por vias distorcidas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 59.25pt 0pt 3.4pt; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Segoe UI&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Sejamos práticos. O que busco não depende só de mim. Mas grita em mim o desejo de apaixonar-se. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 59.25pt 0pt 3.4pt; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Segoe UI&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;O querer gira em torno de que mesmo distante eu possa sentir você presente!&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/2362098751216666809-8780324688605329977?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8780324688605329977/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=8780324688605329977' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/8780324688605329977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/8780324688605329977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/08/voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-6451780669250352237</id><published>2011-08-08T15:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T08:47:26.432-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-celZt3YJR5E/TkPBQ0AOZQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/poDc8BTnm-c/s1600/bemmequer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-celZt3YJR5E/TkPBQ0AOZQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/poDc8BTnm-c/s1600/bemmequer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;Querer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;Meu querer não cessa. É inquieto e faminto. Anda cambaleante sem se ater ao caminho que percorre. Parece ter nas pernas o louco desejo de não mais carregar o peso de meu corpo que anseia voar. Cada passo dado é um salto nessa tentativa insana. É como se cada salto fosse o ensaio do primeiro vôo de um pássaro recém-saído do ninho. Meu querer não cessa. Mas até quando, é o que fico a me perguntar. A resposta nem mesmo eu posso me dar. &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/2362098751216666809-6451780669250352237?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6451780669250352237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=6451780669250352237' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/6451780669250352237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/6451780669250352237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/08/querer.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-celZt3YJR5E/TkPBQ0AOZQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/poDc8BTnm-c/s72-c/bemmequer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362098751216666809.post-8804228457736154458</id><published>2011-08-05T17:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T17:10:33.707-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eternidade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sempre é uma utopia dos sonhadores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Nada na vida é para sempre até que se prove o contrário".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amores não duram tanto quando desejamos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Paixões duram o tempo necessário para causarem dores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A felicidade dura o exato momento para afastar-nos da realidade cotidiana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Somos na verdade incompletos e imperfeitos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Buscamos o que não temos na ânsia de preenchermos o vazio que sentimos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Somos assim... Anjos caiados buscando um lugar no coral celestial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não queremos qualquer som. Buscamos um que nos faça vibrar ao tocar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Idealizamos a perfeição contida nos traços retilíneos de uma bela face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eternidade é palavra desejada, mas não contempla a realidade experimentada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Essa "duração, sem princípio nem fim" faz muitos vislumbrarem a perfeição do sonho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A nebulosidade que vem com a tempestade só passa quando os ventos se dissipam. Mas um vento forte pode afastar as nuvens bem mais rápido também!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-8804228457736154458?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8804228457736154458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=8804228457736154458' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/8804228457736154458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/8804228457736154458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/08/eternidade-sempre-e-uma-utopia-dos.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-5871679659702376956</id><published>2011-07-31T13:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T13:06:39.451-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;Nuances!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;Elas são simples, marcantes, intensas ou sutis.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;Figura-se entre as maiores coisas da vida.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;As relações são assim. Um bálsamo ou um desastre. Enquanto bálsamo pode ter o melhor aroma possível. Se desastre, podem ser o maior caos. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;A vida é essa constante de vence e perde. Acerta e erra. Mas seria chato se a resposta sempre viesse pronta! A graça de viver é essa...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;Ela oferta a você alguém que você nunca teve. Permite-te viver uma paixão que queima suas veias...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;A vida nos permite surpresas todos os dias. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-5871679659702376956?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5871679659702376956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=5871679659702376956' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/5871679659702376956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/5871679659702376956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/07/nuances-elas-sao-simples-marcantes.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362098751216666809.post-2079648917294126984</id><published>2011-07-25T19:56:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T21:08:30.144-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;"&gt;Feridas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;"&gt;Das feridas sempre surge algo novo. O desejo de erguer a cabeça e seguir em frente. A insaciável sede de viver. A gigantesca fome de vencer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;"&gt;Feridas não são meras cascas. São envelocros que nos mostram que a queda sempre traz algo novo no levantar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;"&gt;O sangue derramado sai vivo, quente e intenso. Normalmente não cessa per si.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;"&gt;Assim são as feridas. Não fecham per si. Precisam ser estancadas em um movimento de fora pra dentro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;"&gt;Feridas... Feridas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;"&gt;Sinto falta de algo que não quero ter. Talvez é a lembrança do passado gritando por dentro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-2079648917294126984?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/2079648917294126984/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=2079648917294126984' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/2079648917294126984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/2079648917294126984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/07/feridas.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-5912278258429837507</id><published>2011-07-20T21:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T22:17:35.376-03:00</updated><title type='text'>VIRADAS DE MESAS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;"É HORA DE DIZER ADEUS PARA AS VIRADAS DE MESAS (...)".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;NÃO CONSEGUES VER NADA SOBRE ELAS. AS COISAS CERTAS TE INCOMODAM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;NA VERDADE ACHO QUE VOCÊ SEMPRE VIRARÁ TODAS AS MESAS.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;ALGO SÓLIDO TE ASSUSTA. ESPANTA-TE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;MESAS DEVEM ESTAR DE PÉ. MAS VOCÊ SÓ AS VÊ VIRADAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;"EU NÃO POSSO TE DAR O QUE VOCÊ PENSA QUE ME DEU (...)".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;SIM VOCÊ PENSA. MAS NUNCA ME DEU NADA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;ISSO É MAIS QUE UM FATO. É A REALIDADE DELES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;ASSIM, ENQUANTO VIRARÉS AS MESAS NADA FICARA SOBRE ELAS.&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/2362098751216666809-5912278258429837507?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5912278258429837507/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=5912278258429837507' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/5912278258429837507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/5912278258429837507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/07/viradas-de-mesas.html' title='VIRADAS DE MESAS!'/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-1561520219895363295</id><published>2011-07-20T16:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T16:49:37.459-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oferta!</title><content type='html'>Minha oferta foi o AMOR. Mas você só queria o PRAZER.&lt;br /&gt;CARINHO foi o que sempre te dei. Mas você&amp;nbsp;não queria tal afeto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te ofertei a&amp;nbsp;SEGURANÇA da MATURIDADE. Mas você quis o RISCO da MOCIDADE.&lt;br /&gt;Meus beijos eram para ti um passa-tempo com sabor de chocolate. Para mim os teus pareciam ter sentimento. Ledo engano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofertar é dar de bom grado. Querer não é poder.&lt;br /&gt;Assim, ainda ofertarei a quem merece tudo o que tenho a oferecer.&lt;br /&gt;Mas querer... Isso deixo pra você!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-1561520219895363295?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/1561520219895363295/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=1561520219895363295' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/1561520219895363295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/1561520219895363295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/07/oferta.html' title='Oferta!'/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-1686440710316506161</id><published>2011-07-15T00:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T00:02:48.252-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Distância.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Distância é o que nos repele.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Distância é o que me mostra o quanto gosto de você mesmo não estando perto.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Distância é isso...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Distância é o que me faz lembrar que te quero mesmo longe.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;É o que me reafirma a necessidade de ti.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Distância é isso...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Distância é a essência do eu com você.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Do você comigo e de nós e mais ninguém!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Distância é isso...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Distância é aquilo que não se explica.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Distância é o que se sente e não se sabe do por quê.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Distância é isso...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Distância é isso: EU &amp;amp; VOCÊ!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-1686440710316506161?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/1686440710316506161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=1686440710316506161' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/1686440710316506161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/1686440710316506161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/07/distancia.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-7787105278432270027</id><published>2011-07-08T17:54:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T20:50:16.551-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Brush Script MT&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Faz de mim à própria Felicidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Sua voz ao telefone faz meus olhos lacrimejarem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Meu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt; dispara e sinto como se fosse saltar do peito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Estremeço. Arrepio. Vibro e enlouqueço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Quero sua mão gostosa correndo em meu corpo que louco espera o teu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Há muito te quero. Desejo-te e anseio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Não fujas de mim que tanto te quer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Declarar-me é pouco. "(...) Eu quero ser pra você a confiança, o que te faz sonhar todo dia sabendo que pode mais. Eu quero ser ao teu lado encontro inesperado. O arrepio de um beijo bom. Eu quero ser sua paz a melodia capaz de fazer você dançar (...)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Sabes que te gosto de uma forma única.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;É para mim como o ar necessário. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Sem você me sinto sufocar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Vêm e faz de mim à própria Felicidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-7787105278432270027?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/7787105278432270027/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=7787105278432270027' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/7787105278432270027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/7787105278432270027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/07/faz-de-mim-propria-felicidade-sua-voz.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-2620197710283116725</id><published>2011-07-07T12:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T12:38:24.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 162.95pt 0pt 0cm" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Tormenta!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 162.95pt 0pt 0cm" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="MARGIN: 0cm 155.85pt 0pt 0cm" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Encontro-me em uma grande tormenta. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="MARGIN: 0cm 155.85pt 0pt 0cm" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Por todos os lados estou cercado. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="MARGIN: 0cm 155.85pt 0pt 0cm" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;O vento que me eleva me conduz aos céus de nuvens cinza.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 162.95pt 0pt 0cm" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 162.95pt 0pt 0cm" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Voam junto a mim as incertezas da vida, a loucura da sanidade e o desejo do desconhecido.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 162.95pt 0pt 0cm" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Tira-me dessa tormenta que tanto me aflige. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 134.6pt 0pt 0cm" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Dê-me a mão para seguirmos o caminho que nos espera. Não sejais mais uma incerteza a voar junto a mim nesta tempestade.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 162.95pt 0pt 0cm" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;"Há sempre algo de ausente que me atormenta" e sei bem o que é... AMOR!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&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/2362098751216666809-2620197710283116725?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/2620197710283116725/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=2620197710283116725' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/2620197710283116725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/2620197710283116725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/07/tormenta-encontro-me-em-uma-grande.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362098751216666809.post-8525160673092801188</id><published>2011-07-05T17:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T17:33:17.941-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoSubtitle"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: windowtext"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Cambria"&gt;Caminhos...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoSubtitle"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: windowtext"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Cambria"&gt;Sigo sem sentido naquela direção que não sei qual é.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoSubtitle"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: windowtext"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Cambria"&gt;Minha velha infância que não volta, segue o futuro incerto. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoSubtitle"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: windowtext"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Cambria"&gt;Eu gosto de você que não sei quem é (ou sabia/saberei!?)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoSubtitle"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: windowtext"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Cambria"&gt;Você é um sonho pra mim, por isso não te tenho.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoSubtitle"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: windowtext"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Cambria"&gt;Vejo amanhecer e nascendo o sol, nasce também mais uma esperança.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoSubtitle"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: windowtext"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Cambria"&gt;Seus olhos já foram meu clarão. Hoje são a incerteza mirabolante.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoSubtitle"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: windowtext"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Cambria"&gt;Caminhos que segui me levaram para momentos de êxtase.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoSubtitle"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: windowtext"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Cambria"&gt;Mas os de hoje me guiam para o que ainda não vivi.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoSubtitle"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: windowtext"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Cambria"&gt;Não precisa ter sentido, basta amar!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoSubtitle"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: windowtext"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Cambria"&gt;NÃO É O QUE EU QUERO, MAS SIM O QUE VC PODE OFERECER!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-8525160673092801188?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8525160673092801188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=8525160673092801188' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/8525160673092801188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/8525160673092801188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/07/caminhos.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362098751216666809.post-6492606950185007411</id><published>2011-07-03T02:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T02:55:49.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6s2R_H5xj84/ThADLWBtJJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tTlvaL7Co10/s1600/amor-impossivel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6s2R_H5xj84/ThADLWBtJJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tTlvaL7Co10/s1600/amor-impossivel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Impossível amor! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impossível no amor é ter algo impossível. Essa redundância torna-se uma máxima em si mesma. Seriam muito cansativas se houvessem limitações. Todavia no amor não há. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor não tem uma descrição certa nem eterna. Nesse momento amor para mim é a possibilidade do impossível. É a ficção da utopia. Uma constante avalanche em um pequeno copo sem água.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim como em "A Dama e o Vagabundo", o que parece impossível é só um detalhe que mais serve para apimentar o desejo e a tentativa insana do querer, a vida também nos oferta a possibilidade de tornarmos real o que, por ora, temos como limitação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para amar basta abster-se dos detalhes (condição financeira, religião, impasses...). O amor não exige igualdade, mas sim diferenças. Ama-se alguém porque esse alguém lhe oferece aquilo que você não tem. Logo, é porque vocês têm diferenças. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém se completa. Nascemos completos, mas sedentos de amor. E é isso que buscamos. Que possamos ser elementos de mútuo desejo. De amplo querer. E que possamos enxergar no impossível a possibilidade!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-6492606950185007411?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6492606950185007411/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=6492606950185007411' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/6492606950185007411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/6492606950185007411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/07/impossivel-amor-impossivel-no-amor-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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/-6s2R_H5xj84/ThADLWBtJJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tTlvaL7Co10/s72-c/amor-impossivel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362098751216666809.post-3294160837286579141</id><published>2011-06-29T21:41:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T21:46:20.970-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CEGUEIRA O NOME DISSO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"TE AMO"! SIM... COM ESSAS PALAVRAS VOCÊ SUMIU POR TRÊS VEZES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"TU TE TORNAS ETERNAMENTE RESPONSÁVEL POR AQUILO QUE CATIVAS". TALVEZ SE ESQUECESSE QUE A ARTE DO CATIVAR GERA PARA SI RESPONSABILIDADE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EU POR AMAR CRI CEGAMENTE EM TUAS PALAVRAS, QUE DE SUA BOCA MACIA ME CONSOLAVAM SUA DISTÂNCIA ETERNA. ETERNA PORQUE NÃO TER-TE ME DÓI!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A CERTEZA QUE TENHO É QUE SEU MAIOR PRESENTE A MIM DEDICADO ÉS A DOR QUE FORTE ME AFLIGE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PENSEI QUE A UTOPIA DO DESPEDIR DIZENDO QUE SE AMA&amp;nbsp;SÓ OCORRIA NAS NOVELAS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUANDO SE VIVE TAL SITUAÇÃO, PODE-SE REVIVER A INTERPRETAÇÃO DO ARTISTA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A DIFERENÇA É QUE O CHORO E A DOR SÃO REAIS. NÃO SÓ BORRAM A MAQUIAGEM, MAS FEREM TAMBÉM A ALMA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEU GOSTAR TÃO DEVOTADO, A MIM ERA UM SIMPLES NÃO QUERER. DAQUELES QUE QUER ESTAR, MAS NÃO PARTILHAR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOJE TU ESTAS A BUSCAR ALGUÉM QUE QUER O MESMO QUE EU. PENSANDO ASSIM, SUGERE-SE QUE É VOCÊ QUEM NÃO QUER NADA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CEGUEIRA O NOME DISSO! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-3294160837286579141?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3294160837286579141/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=3294160837286579141' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/3294160837286579141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/3294160837286579141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/06/cegueira-o-nome-disso-te-amo-sim-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-8924531011049749048</id><published>2011-06-27T22:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T22:37:59.524-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aforismo mineiro&lt;p&gt;J&amp;#225; busquei seu n&amp;#250;mero na lista dos meus contatos.&lt;br&gt;Mas em meu celular n&amp;#227;o encontrei.&lt;br&gt;Dei-me conta que &amp;#233; pelo simples fato de n&amp;#227;o saber quem &amp;#233;s.&lt;br&gt;O amor tem dessas coisas.&lt;br&gt;Surpresas, doces incertezas de um sabor desmedido.&lt;p&gt;Meu tempo se esvai aos poucos&lt;br&gt;Sou a linha t&amp;#234;nue da incerteza mirabolante&lt;br&gt;N&amp;#227;o rifo nada. N&amp;#227;o oferto o que n&amp;#227;o tenho.&lt;br&gt;Mas ofere&amp;#231;o o que &amp;#233; real. O que tenho dou de cora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o.&lt;p&gt;A m&amp;#225;xima de amar &amp;#233; que cedo ou tarde o cora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o chora.&lt;br&gt;Pode ser de alegria ou tristeza. Mas &amp;#233; um aforismo.&lt;br&gt;Que meu aforismo mineiro seja o externar do meu ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-8924531011049749048?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8924531011049749048/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=8924531011049749048' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/8924531011049749048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/8924531011049749048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/06/aforismo-mineiro-j-busquei-seu-n-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-5621510582233206348</id><published>2011-06-26T17:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T17:24:52.025-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: -9pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 17.6pt; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Segoe UI&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: -9pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 17.6pt; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Segoe UI&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: -9pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 17.6pt; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Segoe UI&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;A vida já me deu muito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: -9pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 17.6pt; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Segoe UI&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Muito também dei a ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: -9pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 17.6pt; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Segoe UI&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Aprendi com ela e ela comigo se refez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: -9pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 17.6pt; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Segoe UI&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: -9pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 17.6pt; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Segoe UI&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;As pessoas que conheci me ajudaram a ter outros pontos de vista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: -9pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 17.6pt; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Segoe UI&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Um fato sempre tem duas versões. Mas só uma verdade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: -9pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 17.6pt; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Segoe UI&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: -9pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 17.6pt; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Segoe UI&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;O fato é que quero amar. E nesse caso, não há outra versão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: -9pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 17.6pt; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Segoe UI&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;A verdade é una. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: -9pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 17.6pt; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Segoe UI&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: -9pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 17.6pt; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Segoe UI&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Agora busco algo que sozinho não posso ter: algo chamado amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: -9pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 17.6pt; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Segoe UI&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Isso depende de duas pessoas. Sinto falta da outra que ainda não sei quem és!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: -9pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 17.6pt; tab-stops: 316.65pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Segoe UI&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;                                                                                                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-5621510582233206348?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5621510582233206348/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=5621510582233206348' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/5621510582233206348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/5621510582233206348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/06/agora-vida-ja-me-deu-muito.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-6582867935406966909</id><published>2011-06-22T18:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T18:58:50.435-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br clear="all"&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Regresses!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;De várias formas eu lhe quis.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;De muitas outras lhe busquei.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Tu não se deras conta do meu amor por ti.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Minha alegria era tua.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Meu sorriso mais gentil lhe ofertei.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Você com um simples adeus o apagou.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Só enxergastes o preto e o branco.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Quando todo o arco-íris eu lhe dei.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Teu adeus foi o presente que me deixará.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Por favor, venha. Volte para mim...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Ainda te busco de todas as formas.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Quero-lhe de várias formas e com todas as cores, ó AMOR! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-6582867935406966909?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6582867935406966909/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=6582867935406966909' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/6582867935406966909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/6582867935406966909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/06/regresses-de-varias-formas-eu-lhe-quis.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-4228141617947035194</id><published>2011-06-14T22:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T22:04:15.535-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;Ex-amor!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;Eles são rebeldes, rudes e belos. Talvez por isso nos cativam. Verdade que, em muitos casos, &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;lhes falta caráter. São assim, como sereias... Lindas, encantadoras e belas cantoras líricas. Todavia, só querem se alimentar de você. Sugar sua essência que clama por amor. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;Se um ex-amor ( sim, existe ex-amor!) for rebelde com você e lhe maltratar, não se preocupe nem se esquente. Uma hora a pressão explode e tudo se resolve. Seja para se esquecer de vez ou reatar... Mas muito cuidado: Reatar tem um preço elevado que normalmente não se paga no mercado das relações. Esquecer às vezes é mais barato. E quem não gosta de economizar? Aliás existem muitas promoções nesse mercado não muito obscuro. Mercado esse chamado relacionamento!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-4228141617947035194?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4228141617947035194/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=4228141617947035194' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/4228141617947035194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/4228141617947035194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/06/ex-amor-eles-sao-rebeldes-rudes-e-belos.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-6061899952183160070</id><published>2011-06-13T18:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T18:08:04.331-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Amargura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Chora minh'alma sem cor ou vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Lhe falta a pureza do espírito andante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Pastos verdejantes não mais me impressionam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Falta-me o sopro do ar necessário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;A chama de outro'ra se fora com a juventude que me marcara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Sentirás em um futuro breve a amargura da solidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Desprenda-te do passado e receba o novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Não mais amargures quem vos amou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Sejais mais nobre sendo eremita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Tens sido como que um andarilho que fere as pessoas onde passas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Insanidade não é teu nome porque agis consciente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;A beleza passará e a jovialidade também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Não há problema algum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Mas eu, quero sofrer de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;O amor requer isso: sofrimento e acalanto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-6061899952183160070?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6061899952183160070/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=6061899952183160070' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/6061899952183160070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/6061899952183160070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/06/amargura-chora-minhalma-sem-cor-ou-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-107298235913396582</id><published>2011-06-12T13:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T13:42:46.081-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uqTGhXsKsXo/TfTshqWuSpI/AAAAAAAAAGU/zHo-dR10z_w/s1600/preso_amor-766082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uqTGhXsKsXo/TfTshqWuSpI/AAAAAAAAAGU/zHo-dR10z_w/s320/preso_amor-766082.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617374698287286930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Namoro&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Namorar é isso: a junção do eu com você e do você comigo.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Uma constante aliteração de amar um amor que se ama amando.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Hoje é dia dos casais enamorados, amantes, casados, namorados e compromissados.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Hoje é dia de todo mundo que ama, seja homem ou mulher ou ambos os iguais.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Amar não tem cor, raça ou distinção. É, de fato, uma junção excêntrica.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Namorar? Amar? Não são diferentes. São congruentes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Não se namora um sentimento. Namora-se um alguém que se quer bem.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Juntos traçamos metas, planos e ambições.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Sozinhos traçamos utopias.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Namorar é sair da enublada madrugada que andamos quando sozinho estamos.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;É descobrir o nascimento de um sentimento, de um querer.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Os iguais também amam e isso é fato. Porque o amor seja ele cristão ou não,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;é um sentimento de indução a proximidade, a proteção e a afeição a quem se sente atração ou forte afinidade. É como o amor materno, onde uma mulher ama outra ou ama um homem que não é seu marido. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; DISPLAY: none; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Verdana&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;; COLOR: #d80047; FONT-SIZE: 6.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-hide: all"&gt;atração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Verdana&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;; COLOR: #333333; FONT-SIZE: 6.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Namorar, amar, apaixonar. Proteger, eternizar, compartilhar.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Iguais ou diferentes. Amamos e tenhamos a plenitude da paz.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Estejamos todos presos ao amor!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt 36pt" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-107298235913396582?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/107298235913396582/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=107298235913396582' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/107298235913396582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/107298235913396582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/06/namoro-namorar-e-isso-juncao-do-eu-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uqTGhXsKsXo/TfTshqWuSpI/AAAAAAAAAGU/zHo-dR10z_w/s72-c/preso_amor-766082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362098751216666809.post-2187002719826192166</id><published>2011-06-12T02:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T02:33:46.621-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Independente?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uykBi6Hfj5Q/TfRPTF_4LoI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wFBt5KQOUKA/s1600/1302701856_188453604_2-Tratamento-para-dependentes-de-Cigarros-alcool-Jogo-e-compulsao-por-comida-e-compras-Goiania-715940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617201824684060290" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uykBi6Hfj5Q/TfRPTF_4LoI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wFBt5KQOUKA/s320/1302701856_188453604_2-Tratamento-para-dependentes-de-Cigarros-alcool-Jogo-e-compulsao-por-comida-e-compras-Goiania-715940.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;Acho que não somos assim tão independentes.&lt;br /&gt;Seriamos um tipo de dependentes.&lt;br /&gt;Não conseguimos dar sentido ao que fazemos se só estivermos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor, por exemplo, exige dependência.&lt;br /&gt;Não se pode amar sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;Do contrário, não se ama. Apenas se vive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdade é que viver por si só já dá trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;Mas viver tendo quem amar dá muito mais.&lt;br /&gt;Mas que graça teria a vida sem amor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viveríamos o vazio e a escuridão da caverna de Platão!&lt;br /&gt;O namorar, por exemplo, requer ceder. &lt;br /&gt;Talvez a palavra exata seja equilíbrio. &lt;br /&gt;E para acontecer todos devem ceder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existem pessoas que vivem assim... Sem o amor.&lt;br /&gt;Vivem tentando evitar novas dores.&lt;br /&gt;A maioria se priva. E se privar para mim não é bom.&lt;br /&gt;Ao nos fecharmos não permitimos viver coisas boas com pessoas melhores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei bem quem eu sou e o que sou.&lt;br /&gt;O que quero ninguém pode dar. Porque não é construído sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;É uma junção do EU com VOCÊ. Entende?&lt;br /&gt;O que eu disse agora não tem haver com filosofia.&lt;br /&gt;É "só" o amor gritando aqui dentro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-2187002719826192166?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/2187002719826192166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=2187002719826192166' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/2187002719826192166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/2187002719826192166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/06/independente.html' title='Independente?'/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uykBi6Hfj5Q/TfRPTF_4LoI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wFBt5KQOUKA/s72-c/1302701856_188453604_2-Tratamento-para-dependentes-de-Cigarros-alcool-Jogo-e-compulsao-por-comida-e-compras-Goiania-715940.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362098751216666809.post-5630037078026463473</id><published>2011-06-07T15:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T15:48:26.086-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8DM97FjgRuU/Te5yeo8pAeI/AAAAAAAAAGE/U7AR23qn7MU/s1600/10543caminho-706088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8DM97FjgRuU/Te5yeo8pAeI/AAAAAAAAAGE/U7AR23qn7MU/s320/10543caminho-706088.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615551656090993122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;Se for...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Se for para doer que valha a dor;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Se for para queimar que arda o necessário;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Se for para esfriar que eu tenha o seu abraço.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Se for para viver que seja com mais amor e menos dor;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Se for para arder que seja por você;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Se for para esfriar que você me aqueça com teu suspirar.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Se for com você tudo tem um porquê;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Se for sem você já não quero viver;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Se for &amp;#39;pra&amp;#39; nós dois, então não deixa &amp;#39;pra&amp;#39; depois!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Se for a soma e a divisão então seremos a raiz quadrada da junção;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Se for para português, seremos a onomatopeia do inglês;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Se for química ou física, seremos mais complexos que álgebra analítica.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Tudo isso pode ser. Mas só se for com você!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-5630037078026463473?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5630037078026463473/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=5630037078026463473' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/5630037078026463473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/5630037078026463473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/06/se-for_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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/-8DM97FjgRuU/Te5yeo8pAeI/AAAAAAAAAGE/U7AR23qn7MU/s72-c/10543caminho-706088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362098751216666809.post-9110496340194663269</id><published>2011-06-02T22:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T22:32:46.277-03:00</updated><title type='text'>1980 e lá vai bolacha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #4f81bd 1pt solid; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4pt; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; MARGIN-LEFT: 46.8pt; BORDER-TOP: medium none; MARGIN-RIGHT: 46.8pt; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; mso-element: para-border-div; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: accent1; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid #4F81BD .5pt"&gt;  &lt;p style="MARGIN: 10pt 0cm 14pt" class="MsoIntenseQuote"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: windowtext"&gt;Aos quatro de junho, nasceu Vírgulino Ferreira da Silva, mais conhecido como Lampião. E brilhou para os holofotes Angelina Jolie. Também foi registrado o primeiro eclipse solar. No mesmo dia, o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: windowtext; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt; Exército chinês disparou indiscriminadamente contra a multidão que ocupava a Praça de Tiananmen, em Pequim, deixando dezenas de mortos e centenas de feridos. &lt;span style="mso-no-proof: yes"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;íderes de 180 nações iniciaram a ECO 92, no Rio de Janeiro em um dia 4 de junho. Fatos importantes ou não, para mim é uma data ímpar, única por assim dizer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="MARGIN: 10pt 0cm 14pt" class="MsoIntenseQuote"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: windowtext; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;Nasci aos quatro de junho de 1980 e lá vai bolacha. Hoje digo com a certeza infinita de que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: windowtext"&gt;não 'esquento' muito com as coisas da vida, pois isso me permite ser simples e assim posso viver mais e melhor. Errei muito na vida em coisas que disse para quem amo ou considero. Minha sinceridade é meu punhal. Mas de que adianta mudar se agindo diferente disso eu não seria o Paulo que sou?! Sou amado por ser quem sou! Amadurecer requer tempo e convivência. Por isso completar mais um ano é uma dádiva que valoro a cada instante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: windowtext; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="MARGIN: 10pt 0cm 14pt" class="MsoIntenseQuote"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: windowtext"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;Penso muito e isso dói. Não penso e dói também. Sou daqueles que preferem a noite ao dia. Mas é no dia que me encontro comigo mesmo. Errante, às vezes cambaleante mesmo estando "são"... Sem início, meio ou fim. Não sou a metade tão menos a parte. A incompletude é o que melhor me define. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="MARGIN: 10pt 0cm 14pt" class="MsoIntenseQuote"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: windowtext"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;Um quarto de século. Admito sem medo ou vergonha. Conquistei muita coisa. Cresci bastante. Mas minha mente sempre grita para mim: ' você sofre de nanismo então busque e queira crescer cada dia muito mais!'. Eu não sei se ela esta certa, mas o pior que eu sigo os conselhos dela. Dos muitos que recebi, fiz mais de 99% deles. Não me arrependo de ter feito nenhum. Na verdade queria ter feito 100%. Mas ainda dá tempo. Tenho outros ¾ de vida pela frente!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="MARGIN: 10pt 0cm 14pt" class="MsoIntenseQuote"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: windowtext"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;A escolha é um ato nobre e um privilégio, pois não são todos os que podem fazê-la. Pessoas nascem sendo conduzidas por um caminho, que não necessariamente condiz com àquilo que elas desejavam para suas vidas. Eu escolhi, sob a permissão Divina, nascer aos 4 de junho de 1980 e lá vai bolacha. Obrigado por tudo meu Bom DEUS!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-9110496340194663269?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/9110496340194663269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=9110496340194663269' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/9110496340194663269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/9110496340194663269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/06/1980-e-la-vai-bolacha.html' title='1980 e lá vai bolacha...'/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-5982506258342342732</id><published>2011-05-28T22:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T23:02:35.891-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XV_M9xisjQs/TeGo7jiK7cI/AAAAAAAAAFw/XkE_4Ampxqk/s1600/pontes%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611952351784660418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XV_M9xisjQs/TeGo7jiK7cI/AAAAAAAAAFw/XkE_4Ampxqk/s320/pontes%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Andalus', 'serif';color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Andalus', 'serif';color:black;"&gt;A complexidade da vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Andalus', 'serif';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Andalus', 'serif';"&gt;Já me enganei com muitas pessoas. Também já me enganei sobre mim mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Andalus', 'serif';"&gt;Já disse NUNCA MAIS e fiz tudo novamente. Seria uma impulsão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Andalus', 'serif';"&gt;Já pensei que fosse para sempre e nem me dei conta de quando acabou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Andalus', 'serif';"&gt;Já errei muito e ainda erro. É a vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Andalus', 'serif';"&gt;Já me decepcionei com quem eu mais amei. Já escrevi e não mandei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Andalus', 'serif';"&gt;Já disse EU TE AMO quando deveria ter dito TE QUERO BEM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Andalus', 'serif';"&gt;Já quis ter dito EU TE AMO, mas ao invés disso disse ATÉ LOGO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Andalus', 'serif';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Andalus', 'serif';"&gt;Não me recordo do que comi ontem, mas me lembro de cada palavra carinhosamente dita e não menos daquelas mais brutas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Andalus', 'serif';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Andalus', 'serif';"&gt;Sinto saudade do que não tive e deixei de viver. Mas ainda posso tentar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Andalus', 'serif';"&gt;Sinto falta até de quem esta perto de mim. Que vazio é esse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Andalus', 'serif';"&gt;Mas não me esqueço de quem me faz feliz! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Andalus', 'serif';"&gt;Isso é o que chamo de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Andalus', 'serif';color:black;"&gt;complexidade da vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Andalus', 'serif';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Gu Fontinelly (Adaptações -Paulo-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-5982506258342342732?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5982506258342342732/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=5982506258342342732' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/5982506258342342732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/5982506258342342732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/05/complexidade-da-vida-ja-me-enganei-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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/-XV_M9xisjQs/TeGo7jiK7cI/AAAAAAAAAFw/XkE_4Ampxqk/s72-c/pontes%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362098751216666809.post-5500159772029363090</id><published>2011-05-26T17:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T17:28:18.380-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; Um fio branco!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hoje, logo pela manhã, me atentei para meus fios de cabelo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dentre eles encontrei um "elemento estranho": um fio de cabelo branco.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Assustei-me. Todavia refleti...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Engraçado o que um fio de cabelo branco pode causar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A proximidade de completar mais um ano de vida me alegra.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E ao mesmo tempo me faz pensar no que já vivi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Alegrias, tristezas e decepções amorosas.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lutas, entraves e vitórias.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tudo o que vivi resulta naquilo que hoje sou.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não me arrependo do que fiz por amor. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Porém não faria muitas sandices por pessoas que não mereciam sequer minha humilde atenção.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas a vida é uma constante roda gigante...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sofrer por amor não é sofrer por amar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amar é estar apaixonado.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amor é um sentimento que induz a aproximar e a proteger.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tudo isso por causa de um fio branco.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pensando assim, quero e anseio por muitos outros fios brancos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eles me mostram a maturidade que desenvolvi com o passar dos anos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que a cada ano eu conquiste mais um fio de cabelo branco e que eu possa rever tudo o que fiz para tornar o que hoje sou!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-5500159772029363090?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5500159772029363090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=5500159772029363090' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/5500159772029363090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/5500159772029363090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/05/um-fio-branco-hoje-logo-pela-manha-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-1430768877301106028</id><published>2011-05-23T15:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T20:22:19.486-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Câncer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O câncer que tanto me afligia e aos poucos me consumia já não mais faz parte de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Não era um câncer maligno, porque não se tornou paixão. Todavia benigno também não era porque não virou amor.&lt;br /&gt;Câncer! É isso, simplesmente o que era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me curei daquilo que aos poucos me matava. Senti-me melhor mesmo sofrendo a dor de sua retirada.&lt;br /&gt;Não se pode dizer que estou de tudo curado. Na verdade, quando a gente gosta, se permite viver as fortes dores dessa enfermidade chamada relação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora quero viver outras dores. Assim é a vida!&lt;br /&gt;Quero dores mais parecidas como as de um parto. Fortes e intensas. Que cessam quando uma nova vida vêm ao mundo!&lt;br /&gt;Quero um relacionamento cujas dores me tragam a felicidade eterna, como o nascer e a vida de um filho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-1430768877301106028?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/1430768877301106028/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=1430768877301106028' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/1430768877301106028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/1430768877301106028'/><link rel='alternate' 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alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dos pulos, o menor.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A ameaça incerta inunda meu coração que grita.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O desejo amargo fulgura a alma.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Crer é o alimento que ainda me sustentas.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dos pulos, o menor.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tua palavra recôndita demonstra a letargia do querer.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A lembrança de outrora rabisca o querer de amanhã.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Seria muito o meu querer?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dos pulos, o menor.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Saltei do precipício da perdição.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Meus pés se fincaram nos rochedos sob a água.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Afoguei-me no rio do querer.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dos pulos, o menor...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-2095314770458408903?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/2095314770458408903/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=2095314770458408903' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/2095314770458408903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/2095314770458408903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/05/dos-pulos-o-menor.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-2926170191017410789</id><published>2011-05-15T19:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T19:43:02.438-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: Gabriola; FONT-SIZE: 15pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;A fragilidade do meu eu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: Gabriola; FONT-SIZE: 15pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;É engraçado como sinto forte a vontade de gritar o que sinto. Exponho a ti meu sentimento sincero e em troca recebo o silêncio de um sentimento sem rosto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: Gabriola; FONT-SIZE: 15pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;Não enxergo a verdade que obscura se esconde na máscara que seu coração sustenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: Gabriola; FONT-SIZE: 15pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;Engraçado que sua distância me faz sentir o gostinho azedo da depressão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: Gabriola; FONT-SIZE: 15pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;Seria carência? Sinceramente não creio. É uma mistura agridoce que a carência por si só não tem condições de ofertar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: Gabriola; FONT-SIZE: 15pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;Não posso mudar essa fragilidade do meu eu. Simplesmente avanço sinais que não consigo evitar. Minha maior infração é expor o que sinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: Gabriola; FONT-SIZE: 15pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;Meus devaneios são loucuras de outro alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: Gabriola; FONT-SIZE: 15pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;Mais do que isso, quero sentir você junto a mim. Seu cheiro, seu toque, seu abraço, seu beijo. Só assim, é que "...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: Gabriola; FONT-SIZE: 15pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR; mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt; eu verei suas cores reais brilhando por dentro".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: Gabriola; FONT-SIZE: 15pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;Quero você sem pressa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: Gabriola; FONT-SIZE: 15pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR; mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt; &lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break"&gt; &lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: Gabriola; FONT-SIZE: 15pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-2926170191017410789?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/2926170191017410789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=2926170191017410789' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/2926170191017410789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/2926170191017410789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/05/fragilidade-do-meu-eu-e-engracado-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-5150960695316922014</id><published>2011-05-11T12:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T12:53:47.522-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Procuramos!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Procuramos tanto algo. Não sabemos ao certo o que é. Talvez por que não a vivemos de forma constante, mas sim em momentos. Esse algo se chama felicidade. E nessa insana e doente busca não percebemos quantas vezes fomos felizes. Queremos tanto o impossível e a utopia que não percebemos quanta coisa ainda é possível e mais sólido. Sonhamos tanto com os melhores momentos, que só percebemos quando já se foram...&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Por isso viva somente o presente e o que ele lhe proporciona. Aproveite cada instante e não deixe que a felicidade passe sem que você perceba. Pois Deus te deu um lindo presente: A VIDA! &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-5150960695316922014?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5150960695316922014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=5150960695316922014' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/5150960695316922014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/5150960695316922014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/05/procuramos-procuramos-tanto-algo.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-5972719604972876518</id><published>2011-05-03T15:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T15:29:34.800-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aluguel.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por algum tempo estava ofertando um imóvel para aluguel.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anunciei em faixas estendidas nas árvores do meu pensamento.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Afixei cartazes nos postes dos meus sonhos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Muitas pessoas o visitaram. Gostaram. Mas não permaneceram.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Talvez o preço da fidelidade e sinceridade fosse muito alto para elas.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O imóvel tem estrutura sólida. É totalmente independente. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A quem interessar informo que o imóvel esta alugado.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ocupado por alguém que o merece.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não há espaço para ciganos ou viajantes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aluguei por tempo indeterminado o MEU CORAÇÃO!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-5972719604972876518?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5972719604972876518/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=5972719604972876518' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/5972719604972876518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/5972719604972876518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/05/aluguel.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-2354252872464733974</id><published>2011-04-27T23:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T23:09:04.158-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DIVAGAÇÕES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É SUA CULPA MEU ANDAR CAMBALIANTE.&lt;br /&gt;MEU GESTO DESCONSERTADO.&lt;br /&gt;MEU DESCONFORTO AO DORMIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É SUA CULPA MINHAS DIVAGAÇÕES NOTURNAS. MEU SONO PERDIDO.&lt;br /&gt;ANDO NA RUA COMO SE MEU CORAÇÃO PALPITA-SE PALAVRAS ESTRANHAS AO MEU OUVIDO.&lt;br /&gt;SERIA CULPA SUA ME CATIVAR!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUERO QUE HAJA TROCA DE SENTIMENTOS!&lt;br /&gt;QUERO OUVIR O QUE MEU CORAÇÃO SUSSURRA COM MEDO DE QUE EU ME AFOGUE EM PRANTOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É TOLO ANDAR SEM DIREÇÃO, QUANDO NA VERDADE SEI QUE CAMINHO QUERO SEGUIR.&lt;br /&gt;MAS NÃO POSSO SOZINHO ANDAR ASSIM SEM TI.&lt;br /&gt;A VERDADE DOS SENTIMENTOS SÓ NASCEM QUANDO O PARTO TEM A GARANTIA DE UM FETO CHAMADO AMOR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-2354252872464733974?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/2354252872464733974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=2354252872464733974' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/2354252872464733974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/2354252872464733974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/04/divagacoes-e-sua-culpa-meu-andar_5287.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-6440918070388943508</id><published>2011-04-25T18:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T18:52:01.006-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;É tempo de dissipar!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eis que bate a porta um sentimento de querer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Algo novo se manifesta?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eis que não sei qual é a verdade nem o nada.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Viverei triste ou feliz?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Eis que não sei o porquê do por que de tanta coisa!&lt;span style=""&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Não temas é o que tenho dito a mim mesmo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;É tempo de dissipar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;O dissipar é o desbaratar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Espalhar seria preciso ou juntar que é o ideal?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;O nexo causal não existe aqui nem existira acolá.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Talvez nem o conjunto interminável de onomatopéias explicasse o que sinto.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Enfim, preciso espalhar aos quatro ventos as verdades que conquistaram o meu coração!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-6440918070388943508?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6440918070388943508/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=6440918070388943508' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/6440918070388943508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/6440918070388943508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-tempo-de-dissipar-eis-que-bate-porta.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-7036220000271996752</id><published>2011-04-18T15:40:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T18:35:34.782-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(89,89,89);font-family:Arial;" &gt;Seu valor... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(89,89,89);font-family:Arial;" &gt;Conta à lenda que um dia um homem muito orgulhoso, um guerreiro samurai muito conhecido por todos em sua região, foi visitar um grande mestre espiritual. Ao ser recebido pelo mestre, o guerreiro vendo a beleza do olhar do mestre e a imensa graciosidade que emanava, subitamente sentiu-se inferior. Muito irritado com esse sentimento, o guerreiro perguntou: "Por que me faz sentir inferiorizado dessa forma? O que está acontecendo aqui?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(89,89,89);font-family:Arial;" &gt;E o mestre respondeu: "Nada está acontecendo nesse momento, que não estivesse acontecendo antes que viesse até aqui! Você trouxe esse sentimento consigo!". "Que absurdo! Nunca me senti inferior a ninguém!", rebateu o guerreiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(89,89,89);font-family:Arial;" &gt;O mestre apontou para duas árvores em seu jardim dizendo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(89,89,89);font-family:Arial;" &gt;"Olhe para essas arvores em meu jardim! Uma é tão alta que quase toca o céu e seus galhos frondosos oferecem sombra para todo o meu telhado. E a outra é pequena, tem poucas folhas, mas dá ótimos frutos. Elas estão aqui há anos e nunca houve qualquer problema entre elas. Qual delas você diria que é superior à outra?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(89,89,89);font-family:Arial;" &gt;E o samurai confuso respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(89,89,89);font-family:Arial;" &gt;"Não sei! Nenhuma ora! Cada uma tem um importante atributo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(89,89,89);font-family:Arial;" &gt;E o mestre sorrindo disse: "Então, você já sabe a resposta para a pergunta que me fez a respeito de seu sentimento de inferioridade e como fazer para não sentir-se nem inferior, nem superior a ninguém".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(89,89,89);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(89,89,89);font-family:Arial;" &gt;A comparação não pode nem deve ser um parâmetro. Devemos ter em mente nosso valor, pois somos únicos. Quando não nos comparamos, não há inferioridade, tão menos superioridade. Temos nossas qualidades que são únicas. Ter me mente nosso valor é construir nosso próprio equilíbrio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(89,89,89);font-family:Arial;" &gt;(Texto adaptado. Autor desconhecido).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-7036220000271996752?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/7036220000271996752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=7036220000271996752' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/7036220000271996752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/7036220000271996752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/04/seu-valor.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-18452468489737417</id><published>2011-04-15T17:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T17:59:10.302-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Confins do tempo!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Em outrora sentia na pele o despertar de um desejo meu pelo simples toque teu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Teus lábios distantes dos meus são a incompletude de um sentimento puro.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Teus cabelos em outrora junto ao meu peito, hoje me fazem falta.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Teu cheiro que conduzia meus passos em tua direção já não esta mais presente em mim.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sinto tua falta!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nos Confins do tempo eu lhe tive. Mas hoje se quer sei onde estás.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Teu nome nunca esquecerei: AMOR.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ò AMOR volte para mim que não lhe tenho mais.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vêm como quiseres. Mas faça morada em mim.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sinto tua falta!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Busquei-vos nos Confins do tempo, mas não lhe encontrei.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tu pareces fugir de mim que tanto lhe quero.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anseio tua volta. Vêm como quiseres. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Em mim há um vasto solo fértil para ti.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sinto tua falta!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-18452468489737417?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/18452468489737417/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=18452468489737417' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/18452468489737417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/18452468489737417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/04/confins-do-tempo-em-outrora-sentia-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-5636441323579278374</id><published>2011-04-13T23:25:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T23:30:21.939-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QUqsSBJq2PE/TaZcOftQebI/AAAAAAAAAFY/i0162t-Ik5c/s1600/anjo%2Bcaido.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QUqsSBJq2PE/TaZcOftQebI/AAAAAAAAAFY/i0162t-Ik5c/s320/anjo%2Bcaido.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595260991153666482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Um anjo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Caído dos céus ele apareceu para mim. De ternura extrema e sorriso recôndito.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Suas asas me confortavam junto ao teu peito tão macio quanto o algodão.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Seu cheiro era doce, mas sutil. De um perfume sem igual na Terra.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Iluminava a escuridão e trazia a luz os que estavam perdidos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Logo vi que se eu tivesse que tocar a vela em chamas, que fosse para valer à pena. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se fosse para sentir dor, que eu tivesse em mente algo bom. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se fosse para derramar lágrimas, que fosse por um bom motivo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se fosse para amar que fosse por alguém que, de fato, merecesse! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O anjo caído dos céus não veio por acaso. Sua timidez mostrou-me o quão útil é o silencioso e quanta coisa pode-se dizer sem pronunciar uma só palavra.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aprendi o valor do silêncio! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-5636441323579278374?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5636441323579278374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=5636441323579278374' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/5636441323579278374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/5636441323579278374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/04/um-anjo-caido-dos-ceus-ele-apareceu.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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/-QUqsSBJq2PE/TaZcOftQebI/AAAAAAAAAFY/i0162t-Ik5c/s72-c/anjo%2Bcaido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362098751216666809.post-286604161276689404</id><published>2011-04-12T22:33:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T22:39:41.126-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ciGtzgk10u0/TaT-1MS77dI/AAAAAAAAAFA/icNR-6Efn1g/s1600/Insensivel.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ciGtzgk10u0/TaT-1MS77dI/AAAAAAAAAFA/icNR-6Efn1g/s320/Insensivel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594876826888170962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u style="text-underline:double"&gt;Sempre tive...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u style="text-underline:double"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sempre tive em mente que conhecer é o primeiro passo. 'Ficar' uma possibilidade. Namorar um desejo meu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sempre tive em mente que conhecendo eu estaria me permitindo encontrar alguém que preenchesse o vazio que sinto.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sempre tive em mente que 'ficando' eu sentiria aquele beijo que me despertaria para a realidade do quão bom é vivenciar tal sentimento.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sempre tive em mente que namorando eu teria encontrado alguém que buscava, quando desolado andava sob a frágil luz dos postes nas madrugadas frias.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sempre tive em mente que conhecer, 'ficar' e namorar só seriam possível quando te encontrar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Então por favor, apareça logo. Saia dos confins do tempo. Deixe a caverna de Platão. À luz lhe fará ver que ainda te quero. Tenho estado à sua espera por muito tempo e meu tempo se esvai aos poucos!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sempre tive fé em ter-te aqui ao lado do meu peito que forte sente meu coração palpitar à espera de você, que ainda não sei quem és!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-286604161276689404?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/286604161276689404/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=286604161276689404' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/286604161276689404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/286604161276689404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/04/sempre-tive.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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/-ciGtzgk10u0/TaT-1MS77dI/AAAAAAAAAFA/icNR-6Efn1g/s72-c/Insensivel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362098751216666809.post-2824308416233031076</id><published>2011-04-09T21:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T22:42:52.535-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bxL5uz6_GM0/TaT_mBZ8mYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/dXHZJwFdUqM/s1600/ate-meia-noite-hoje.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bxL5uz6_GM0/TaT_mBZ8mYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/dXHZJwFdUqM/s320/ate-meia-noite-hoje.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594877665778375042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Hoje!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;Hoje senti a necessidade de demonstrações concretas do amor. Queria ter ouvido as palavras importantes que ainda não ouvi. Queria ter o carinho físico e o aconchego que ainda não senti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;Busco valores não visíveis cujo coração domina. Guardo-os sob sete chaves. Cujos olhos não vêem, mas o coração sente. O sentimento transmite. &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Existem coisas importantes que ainda não se manifestaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;As lágrimas que hoje rolaram são para mim e não para quem passou e não fez por onde permanecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;A tempestade sempre é nebulosa, mas ainda creio em dias de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;sóis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;radiantes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-2824308416233031076?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/2824308416233031076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=2824308416233031076' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/2824308416233031076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/2824308416233031076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/04/hoje-hoje-senti-necessidade-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bxL5uz6_GM0/TaT_mBZ8mYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/dXHZJwFdUqM/s72-c/ate-meia-noite-hoje.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362098751216666809.post-30209431924723890</id><published>2011-04-06T15:08:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T22:45:38.399-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dkr5mlfdmOM/TaUAHqFSViI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/6j74bQFNUts/s1600/simplicidade.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dkr5mlfdmOM/TaUAHqFSViI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/6j74bQFNUts/s320/simplicidade.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594878243633255970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Difusa!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Estou embriago de tanto querer mais de mim mesmo. Crio uma expectativa difusa. É como se houvesse uma vaga sensação de que alguma coisa pode acontecer a qualquer momento. Pergunto-me: seria o amor ou a paixão? Sinceramente, não sei a resposta. Todavia se fosse qualquer uma delas eu já estaria muito feliz. Apaixonado, eu seria o meu coração em pessoa. Amando, eu seria a perfeição do sentimento que aspiro. Por mais difusa que seja minha aspiração, confesso que quero viver essa condição em termos reais. Tenho dito para mim mesmo: em vez de ficar com medo lembre que o acaso também pode trazer coisas boas. Preste atenção ao seu redor!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-30209431924723890?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/30209431924723890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=30209431924723890' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/30209431924723890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/30209431924723890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/04/difusa-estou-embriago-de-tanto-querer.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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/-Dkr5mlfdmOM/TaUAHqFSViI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/6j74bQFNUts/s72-c/simplicidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362098751216666809.post-107941607713490191</id><published>2011-04-04T15:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T09:34:26.540-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Paixão.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Das relações que tive foi você 'jovem criança' que mais me entorpeceu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Seu beijo me embriagava quando seus lábios juntos aos meus tocavam.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Seus dezoito anos não refletiam maturidade, mas continham muito carinho.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Seu cabelo eloqüente e seu sorriso me fascinavam, quando ao longe, eu vos avistava.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sua figura incomum, despojada e vaidosa me fazia refletir sobre sua beleza insolente. Beleza essa que despontava mesmo sem qualquer maquiagem ou adorno.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sinto sua falta. Confesso!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nunca me apaixonei por alguém que não fosse você.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pena não ter valorado meu amor, meu carinho e atenção. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O conforto que buscavas em uma relação eu lhe ofertei. Mas as aventuras que buscava eu não compartilhei. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lamento, mas ainda sinto sua falta!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-107941607713490191?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/107941607713490191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=107941607713490191' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/107941607713490191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/107941607713490191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/04/paixao.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362098751216666809.post-1225384277292857408</id><published>2011-04-01T20:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T20:06:37.459-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 7.1pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span class="msgreadtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt;Linha tênue! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 7.1pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span class="msgreadtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 7.1pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span class="msgreadtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt;Quero alguém para somar. Para crescer junto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 7.1pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span class="msgreadtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt;Para partilhar o bom e o ruim. O quente e o frio. O doce e o azedo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 7.1pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span class="msgreadtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 7.1pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span class="msgreadtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt;Não me atrai quem oferece o momento, porque quero a eternidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 7.1pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span class="msgreadtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt;Não quero quem não mostra a que veio. São pessoas que não oferecem o que busco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 7.1pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span class="msgreadtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 7.1pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span class="msgreadtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt;Busco valores não visíveis, cujo coração domina. Guardo-os sob sete chaves. Cujos olhos não vêem, mas o coração sente. O sentimento transmite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 7.1pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span class="msgreadtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 7.1pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span class="msgreadtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt;Não falo filosofia. Falo o que meu coração grita. O que ele quer e eu anseio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 7.1pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span class="msgreadtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt;Esse sou eu. Abrindo-me. Sufoco-me aos poucos por estar só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 7.1pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span class="msgreadtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 7.1pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span class="msgreadtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt;Enfim, darei importância para quem merece. Já que em meu jogo não há porque roubar. Todas as possibilidades apontam para o amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-1225384277292857408?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/1225384277292857408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=1225384277292857408' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/1225384277292857408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/1225384277292857408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/04/linha-tenue-quero-alguem-para-somar.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-5195595739535964455</id><published>2011-03-29T22:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T22:10:22.511-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Escravo de ti!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Abra os olhos!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Tens sido escravo de ti.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Mentiras? Não mudam nada ao redor. Todavia, satisfazem seu próprio ego momentâneo.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Olhe ao lado. O que vês? Estás quase só. Quem lhe resta? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Perderás todos que lhe conhecem. Até quando iludiras os que lhe prezam?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;És escravo de ti.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Sóis vós teu próprio limite. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Tornastes os teus como vosso meio de fuga e cobertura para teus erros.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Se liberte. Não seja mais escravo da mentira que vos alimenta!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-5195595739535964455?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5195595739535964455/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=5195595739535964455' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/5195595739535964455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/5195595739535964455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/03/escravo-de-ti-abra-os-olhos-tens-sido.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-7759986132264674305</id><published>2011-03-25T18:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T18:16:28.538-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;És tú!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Faz tempo que te busco. Mas nunca desisti.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aspirava em minha essência ter-te junto a mim.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Realizar meu sonho é simples. É fácil.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lamento sua distância, que não me permite sentir teu cheiro.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Espero ansioso para ver-te ao meu lado, seguindo na mesma direção.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="shorttext"&gt;&lt;span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white;"&gt;Ya tengo un amor especial para usted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-7759986132264674305?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/7759986132264674305/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=7759986132264674305' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/7759986132264674305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/7759986132264674305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/03/es-tu-faz-tempo-que-te-busco.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-9094504545054625711</id><published>2011-03-19T18:44:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T19:10:53.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carências de um outro alguém! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aos poucos me pego pelos cantos. Pedaços inertes diante de dimensões ilusórias.&lt;br /&gt;Nada além de visões. Sonhos perdidos. Cacos de minh'alma despedaçada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aos poucos me pego lamentando do porquê de estar sozinho, incompreendido, abandonado e triste. Me pergunto: Como cheguei a ficar assim? Como posso sair deste estado de espírito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sempre quis sair dos cantos. Das beiradas desses abismos. Mas titubeio.&lt;br /&gt;Por que, sozinho, nunca poderei. Motivos nunca tive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viajantes passam e me comprimentam. Mas ninguém se propõe a me dar a mão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não quero mebro de ninguém. Quero a voz. O grito de "saia daí"! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É o que quero.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É o que penso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É o que busco!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sou digno de dó. Só estou sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, espero a mão de alguém. Mas para me erguer. Me afagar. Conduzir-me pelas mãos em direção ao AMOR SUBLIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assim, não mais ficarei à beira de abismos. Muito menos em cantos tristonhos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por outra via, ficarei, sim, ao lado de quem me resgatou!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;By Paulo Tiego e &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sullivan Henrique&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-9094504545054625711?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/9094504545054625711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=9094504545054625711' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/9094504545054625711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/9094504545054625711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/03/carencias-de-um-outro-alguem-aos-poucos.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-8428961131479499368</id><published>2011-03-18T19:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T21:16:44.029-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Amor, Paixão e Realidade?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Pensando livremente e de forma simples, sem muita teoria, mas com um pouco de ciência, resolvi pensar sobre essas três máximas que dão título a este pequeno artigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Abaixo trato sobre o Amor, a Paixão e a Realidade conforme pequenas exposições que pesquisei. Espero que o leitor possa adquirir mais entendimento sobre os temas e acrescente mais saber a sua cultura geral. Boa leitura! &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Já que a realidade é apenas um pálido reflexo de um mundo feito de idéias e formas perfeitas, o que seria então o amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Filósofos e pensadores tentaram responder tal incógnita. Assim, temos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"O amor é um crime que não se pode realizar sem cúmplice". (Charles Baudelaire);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Amamos o desejo, não o desejado." (Nietzche);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Precisamos amar para não adoecer." (Sigmund Freud);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"O amor acrescenta uma preciosa visão aos olhos." (Shakespeare.);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Existem muitos motivos para não se amar uma pessoa, mas apenas um para amá-la." (C. Drummond de Andrade); &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"O amor não consiste em olhar um para o outro, mas sim em olhar juntos para a mesma direção." (Saint-Exupéry); &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Um homem sem paixões está tão perto da estupidez que só lhe falta abrir a boca para cair nela" (Sêneca) &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;e, por fim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;O amor é o sentimento dos seres imperfeitos, posto que a função do amor é levar o ser humano à perfeição. (Aristóteles).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Por outra via, temos que a Paixão seria: do latim passione = sofrimento, sentimento excessivo; afeto violento; entusiasmo, cólera, grande mágoa; vício dominador; alucinação; sofrimento intenso (tome, por exemplo, a PAIXÃO de Cristo). Paixão, já no vocabulário grego deriva de paschein, padecer uma determinada ação ou efeito de algum evento. É algo que acontece à pessoa independente de sua vontade ou mesmo contra ela. De paschein deriva pathos e patologia. Pathos designa tanto emoção como sofrimento e doença.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A Realidade por outra via, seria então: do &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Latim"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:windowtext;" &gt;latim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; realitas isto é, "coisa", que significa em uso comum "tudo o que existe". Em seu sentido mais livre, o termo inclui tudo o que é, seja ou não perceptível, acessível ou entendido pela ciência, filosofia ou qualquer outro sistema de análise. &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Realidade&lt;/span&gt; significa a propriedade do que é real. Aquilo que é. Que existe. O atributo do existente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;De outra forma e a senso comum, eu diria que o sentimento na emoção de um beijo caliente, envolvente e sedutor pode ser o início de uma paixão. Com a convivência e o tempo, tal paixão ganha força e desemboca naquilo que temos por amor, ou seja, um sentimento puro e verdadeiro de gostar e sentir. E por realidade entendemos a experiência vivida, seja paixão ou amor, ambas existem e são tidas como "coisas". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Na perspectiva durkheimiana poderia se dizer que o Amor é um fato social, pois os fatos sociais são relativos. Variam ao longo do tempo e do espaço. Por exemplo, o casamento, era um fenômeno social que se dava (e talvez ainda hoje), por motivo de interesses e negócios. Mas atualmente é visível que este fenômeno acontece por outro motivo: o amor que nasce entre os indivíduos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Assim, temos que Paixão é emoção. Amor é sentimento e Realidade é uma coisa que existe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Que nossa Realidade seja a de sentir a Paixao correr nas veias e o Amor paupitar o coração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-8428961131479499368?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8428961131479499368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=8428961131479499368' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/8428961131479499368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/8428961131479499368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/03/amor-paixao-e-realidade-pensando.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-1172544994307555640</id><published>2011-03-14T00:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T00:07:01.002-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 17.6pt; TEXT-INDENT: -9pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt;Sem por que nem pra quê!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 17.6pt; TEXT-INDENT: -9pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt;O lugar vira acessório.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 17.6pt; TEXT-INDENT: -9pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt;Às vezes já me peguei olhando pelos cantos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 17.6pt; TEXT-INDENT: -9pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt;Sabe por quê? Por estar sozinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 17.6pt; TEXT-INDENT: -9pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt;Esse sentimento às vezes nos rebate.E é tão ruim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 17.6pt; TEXT-INDENT: -9pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt;Mas se estivesse com alguém onde houvesse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 17.6pt; TEXT-INDENT: -9pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt;Sentimento;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 17.6pt; TEXT-INDENT: -9pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Carinho;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 17.6pt; TEXT-INDENT: -9pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;Verdade;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 17.6pt; TEXT-INDENT: -9pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;Paixão;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 17.6pt; TEXT-INDENT: -9pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;E por que não amor?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 17.6pt; TEXT-INDENT: -9pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;                                          &lt;/span&gt;Tudo seria diferente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 17.6pt; TEXT-INDENT: -9pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt;Poderia estar ao sol ou sob a chuva;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 17.6pt; TEXT-INDENT: -9pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt;No calor do deserto ou no frio da neve... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 17.6pt; TEXT-INDENT: -9pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt;Ainda assim eu estaria feliz por estar com esse alguém!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 17.6pt; TEXT-INDENT: -9pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt;Amigos tenho alguns. Não diria que são muitos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 17.6pt; TEXT-INDENT: -9pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt;Mas os que tenho valem por muitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 17.6pt; TEXT-INDENT: -9pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt;Outros passaram em minha vida, mas não fizeram o bastante para permanecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 17.6pt; TEXT-INDENT: -9pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt;Não repare em meu devaneio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 17.6pt; TEXT-INDENT: -9pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt;Sou um poeta sem sentido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 17.6pt; TEXT-INDENT: -9pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt;Não sou pra ser entendido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-1172544994307555640?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/1172544994307555640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=1172544994307555640' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/1172544994307555640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/1172544994307555640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/03/sem-por-que-nem-pra-que-o-lugar-vira.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-6573968753232705594</id><published>2011-03-13T23:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T23:55:42.931-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="cor_2" id="cabecalho"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;h1 id="identificador_musica"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Nem Pensar&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;small&gt;Composição: Kleiton &amp;amp; Kledir&lt;/small&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="main_cnt"&gt; &lt;div id="div_letra"&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eu hein ?&lt;br&gt;Nem pensar&lt;br&gt;Outra vez , nem pensar&lt;br&gt;Embolou , foi demais&lt;br&gt;Pega leve ,baby&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eu hein ?&lt;br&gt;Nem pensar&lt;br&gt;Outra vez ,nem pensar&lt;br&gt;Já sartei ,foi demais&lt;br&gt;Dá um tempo pra mim&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Deixa assim&lt;br&gt;Mal ou bem , bem ou mal&lt;br&gt;Conjunção sol e sol é fogo&lt;br&gt;Baby&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;E aí , se rolar&lt;br&gt;É sinal que valeu&lt;br&gt;Que o destino escreveu a vida&lt;br&gt;Baby&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eu hein ?&lt;br&gt;Nem pensar&lt;br&gt;Outra vez , nem pensar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Baby&lt;br&gt;Se rolar&lt;br&gt;Já pensou &lt;br&gt;Nem pensar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-6573968753232705594?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6573968753232705594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=6573968753232705594' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/6573968753232705594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/6573968753232705594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/03/nem-pensar-composicao-kleiton-kledir-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-5523373147161851281</id><published>2011-03-04T16:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T22:49:58.476-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;MULHER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;AIS UM SER DIVINO CAI NA TERRA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;M ANJO DE BELEZA IMPAR E CORAÇÃO PURO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;EVEZA É SUA CARACTERÍSTICA DOCE E MARCANTE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;OMENS NASCEM DO SEU VENTRE E GUIAM NAÇÕES.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;SPECIAL: PALAVRA PEQUENA QUE RESUME ESSE SER.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;AZÃO DE VIVER! DAREI MINHA VIDA POR VOCÊ.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;À TODAS AS MULHERES O MEU SINGELO PARABÉNS PELO SEU DIA, QUE SE ESTENDERÁ POR TODA A ETERNIDADE NO CORAÇÃO DOS HOMENS DE BEM!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-5523373147161851281?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5523373147161851281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=5523373147161851281' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/5523373147161851281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/5523373147161851281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/03/mulher-m-ais-um-ser-divino-cai-na-terra.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-3027517530246751291</id><published>2011-03-01T15:20:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T18:26:32.622-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Águias do amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A felicidade vive a nos rondar, mas fechamos às portas ao que não conhecemos! Estaríamos andando de olhos tapados para o que de bom existe?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Se há amor, também há compreensão e, por conseguinte aceitar o novo! E são nas pequenas coisas que nos realizamos e não na beleza estética ou na posse material. As pessoas são tão feias por dentro que se cegam para outros valores! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;O dia em que escrevi que a beleza da vida esta na simplicidade das coisas, me esqueci do quanto o ser humano é vazio de sentimentos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As pessoas tem sido um tanto individualistas. Prezam valores midiáticos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Não se permitem ou se permitem ao que esta na moda. Vivem ao poucos e aos pedaços! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Escolhemos tanto que ficamos só. Padecemos sem ao menos ter chegado ao Paraíso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;De minha parte, quero ser feliz. Estou, na verdade, precisando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sinto-me só. Por vezes, já me peguei nos cantos olhando para o tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Isso é solidão. E é ruim demais. Carência também!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Não fechemos as portas de nossas almas nem tapemos nossos olhos com o barro. Sejamos águias buscando o amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-3027517530246751291?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3027517530246751291/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=3027517530246751291' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/3027517530246751291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/3027517530246751291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/03/aguias-do-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-2260405266706063399</id><published>2011-02-16T11:56:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T11:56:55.923-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pião&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rachava no alto o sol que ardia forte.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bolha d'água fazia na cacunda do pião.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estourava o arder do sol na pele queimada sem estar na praia.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ondulações de água ardente na palma da mão. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;São as marcas do trabalho do pião. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na labuta da terra dura sem água. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na construção do prédio que quase arranha o céu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lá esta ele, o pião, sem valor, nem estudo. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mal escreve o nome ou sabe ler.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chibata na cacunda ainda tem. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A escravidão estaria de fato enterrada no passado?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mal remunerado ele usa o corpo como ferramenta de trabalho e ganha-pão. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Carrega peso, empurra carrinho de mão, levanta parede, vira massa, corre enxada e toca gado na escuridão.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O 'doutor' que nasceu "em berço esplêndido" não valora o pião.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Faz pouco dele e acha que cada um tem o que merece. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas ele se esquece que o sol não é para todos. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É para o pião que não sabe o que é champagne nem escargot.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas o "doutor" não sabe que é com o sol que o alimento cresce e dá frutos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E quem cuida do alimento é o pião. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que é do sol que "castiga" o pião, que provém à energia que alimenta o corpo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que supre a alma. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Melhor é ser pião.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sentir na face o calor e a sensação do sol.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O mais próximo que o "doutor" chega do sol é estar no arranha céu construído pelo pião!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-2260405266706063399?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/2260405266706063399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=2260405266706063399' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/2260405266706063399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/2260405266706063399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/02/piao-rachava-no-alto-o-sol-que-ardia.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-1165343563212909154</id><published>2011-02-14T18:38:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T18:38:10.464-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Inquietude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ando, corro, subo e desço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Quero, desejo, mas não posso ter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Do que tenho quero mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Luto, mas não consigo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Afasto-me, mas sinto uma força me puxar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Não me controlo e lá retorno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Inquieto, busco algo que não tenho e nem sei bem o que é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;A linha da vida é tênue e a matéria se desfaz por besteira. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Serei mais vida e menos matéria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Desse l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;ongo processo de redefinição de relacionamentos com o mundo exterior serei mais EU e o resto que se f.....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-1165343563212909154?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/1165343563212909154/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=1165343563212909154' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/1165343563212909154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/1165343563212909154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/02/inquietude-ando-corro-subo-e-desco.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-6418667867989672528</id><published>2011-02-10T17:53:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T21:04:32.828-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mudamos mundanos!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eis que chega a hora. Não queríamos que assim fosse, mas é preciso mudar a trajetória até então seguida. Precisamos renovar a nossa conduta e a nossa mente. Buscar novos desafios e (des)venturas. Arriscar deve ser palavra de ordem. Para o bom e o ruim. Para o bem e o mal. Para mim e para você. Que sejamos ousados em nossas verdades e que lancemos mãos das tentações no agora para que no futuro possamos pagar nosso pecado com a certeza que fizemos o que queríamos ter, de fato, feito.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A vida só nos dá uma oportunidade. E devemos usá-la da melhor forma possível antes que nosso cordão umbilical seja de vez cortado. Precisamos mostrar que é possível construir a independência sem ferir ou brigar com ninguém. E mais do que isso, que podemos ser nós mesmos sem nos guiar pelos outros. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mudamos ó homens mundanos. Sejamos o reflexo da imperfeição do ser humano dotado cada vez mais da certeza de sua essência incipiente e fortuita. Que a ausência de amor seja um cálice de paz, para que na falta de um o outro possa agir como fiscal das boas ações humanas. Verdade é que o amor não pode nem deve ter substituido, mas se tivermos a paz, já teremos feito muito na busca e em favor do amor! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mudamos mundanos!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-6418667867989672528?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6418667867989672528/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=6418667867989672528' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/6418667867989672528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/6418667867989672528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/02/mudamos-mundanos-eis-que-chega-hora.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-8463313428945067226</id><published>2011-02-02T12:45:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T08:31:51.310-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Desejos! &lt;p&gt;Dos desejos, surge em nós um que grita mais alto. Não é carência. É&lt;br /&gt;verdade e querer. Surge em nós uma vontade. Um desejo. Sua ausência&lt;br /&gt;incomoda. Surge um sentimento novo. Seria aflição? Entusiasmo ou&lt;br /&gt;nostalgia? &lt;p&gt;Aumenta em nós o desejo de encontrar uma parceria adequada e&lt;br /&gt;estimulante. Seria um amigo? Um confidente? Quem sabe um amor? Não&lt;br /&gt;importa para quê. Importa sim do por que. Sentimos o desejo de termos&lt;br /&gt;alguém conosco afim de que possamos seguir nosso caminho, no sentido e&lt;br /&gt;na direção dessa grande viagem que se chama vida. &lt;p&gt;O ontem foi solitário. O hoje também o é. Mas não queremos que o seja&lt;br /&gt;no amanhã. É necessário e coerente que tenhamos o amor em destaque,&lt;br /&gt;não podendo confundi-lo com o sonho e a sabedoria. O sonho não é e&lt;br /&gt;pode não se tornar algo real, permanecendo no mundo das idéias. Já a&lt;br /&gt;sabedoria pode interpor barreiras que cegam o coração, não nos&lt;br /&gt;permitindo viver o melhor desse sentimento universalmente conhecido&lt;br /&gt;como amor. &lt;p&gt;Que tenhamos os nossos desejos concedidos!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-8463313428945067226?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8463313428945067226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=8463313428945067226' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/8463313428945067226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/8463313428945067226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/02/desejos-dos-desejos-surge-em-n-um-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-5418377981242718519</id><published>2011-02-01T17:43:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T17:43:36.314-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;Indagações!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;Vivemos a responder indagações. Somos tidos como alguém cujo caráter é pobre e impuro. &lt;br&gt; Fazem de nós a mazela, como se fossemos de fato ruins. Não nos conhecem e ainda assim nos julgam. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; As pessoas que assim se comportam, tem e tendência de não terem a verdade ao seu lado. &lt;br&gt; Lhes falta atitude. Por isso mesmo, precisam encarar a realidade e se disporem a conhecer antes de prejulgar o caráter de alguém. A impressão que as pessoas têm de nós muda muito rápido, e, às vezes por pequenos atos. Isso me entristece. &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt; Se elas crescem com suas lutas, nós crescemos com nossas derrotas! Abarcar a vida das pessoas é fácil, mas tratar da realidade delas e do que vivem não é tão verdadeiro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Tudo depende de saber compreender os sinais e achar as chaves certas. O que interessa é a sensação indispensável de compreender e ser compreendido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;E as indagações? É só o querer daquele que anseia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-5418377981242718519?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5418377981242718519/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=5418377981242718519' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/5418377981242718519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/5418377981242718519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/02/indagacoes-vivemos-responder-indagacoes.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-3995114677684627373</id><published>2011-01-31T10:13:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T10:13:07.816-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>N&amp;#227;o mais!&lt;p&gt;N&amp;#227;o mais devotarei o meu amor a ti.&lt;br&gt;N&amp;#227;o mais serei expectador de um amor rebelde.&lt;br&gt;N&amp;#227;o mais terei f&amp;#233; em amores rudes.&lt;p&gt;N&amp;#227;o mais serei prisioneiro de mim.&lt;br&gt;N&amp;#227;o mais terei um amor que machuca.&lt;br&gt;N&amp;#227;o mais alimentarei um sentimento por ti.&lt;p&gt;N&amp;#227;o mais.&lt;br&gt;N&amp;#227;o mais.&lt;br&gt;N&amp;#227;o mais.&lt;p&gt;S&amp;#243; com o tempo ver&amp;#225;s o que perdestes.&lt;br&gt;S&amp;#243; com o tempo sentir&amp;#225;s o sufocar de minha aus&amp;#234;ncia.&lt;br&gt;S&amp;#243; com o tempo desejar&amp;#225;s voltar, mas eu n&amp;#227;o estarei mais aqui.&lt;p&gt;N&amp;#227;o mais.&lt;br&gt;N&amp;#227;o mais.&lt;br&gt;N&amp;#227;o mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-3995114677684627373?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3995114677684627373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=3995114677684627373' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/3995114677684627373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/3995114677684627373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/01/n-mais-n-mais-devotarei-o-meu-amor-ti.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-6184822085225072326</id><published>2011-01-27T17:34:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T17:34:25.152-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amo-te!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nove meses se passam desde nossa concepção até que finalmente nascemos. Crescemos sendo paparicados e mimados por nossos pais e familiares. Quando começamos a andar, somos vigiados para não cairmos e nos machucarmos. Com o tempo andamos sozinhos. Sim, sozinhos. Andamos sozinhos. Conhecemos pessoas. Alguns passam e é como se não tivessem passado. Não somam nada em nossas vidas e assim permanecem esquecidas. Esquecidas. Distantes. Outras, por sua vez, passam como quem não quer nada. Mas se aproximam. Somam em nossas vidas. Deixam marcas.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu nasci, cresci, andei sozinho. Encontrei pessoas que não somaram em minha vida, e, por isso mesmo, não recordo delas. Mas conheci também aquelas que ainda me dão saudade. Pessoas que eu gosto. E dentre elas é você quem mais falta me faz. Foi bem assim. Chegou como quem não quer nada. Aproximou-se. Somou em minha vida. Deixou marcas. Fez-me entender, conhecer e saber o que é estar apaixonado. Mas da mesma forma que chegou você se foi. Não fez morada. Sou incompleto porque não te tenho. Sou triste porque sinto saudade. Saudade! Palavras simples, mas tão forte e significante. Só se sente saudade de quem se gosta. De quem se ama. De quem se quer! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quando te ouço ao telefone, sinto o corpo arrepiar. Meus olhos se tornam nascentes de água salgada. Mas é um choro gostoso. Choro de amor. Tem um sabor salgado quando chega na boca, mas se torna tão doce quando é por você.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não escolhi você. Você foi quem me escolheu. Mas hoje não lhe tenho aqui. Sofro. Limito-me. Por vezes, me pego aos cantos sentindo tua falta, teu toque, teu olhar, tua voz. Teu beijo me alimentava. Hoje tenho fome. Sinto sede. Sede de amar-te. Não posso ter tudo. Mas tendo você, jamais precisaria de algo mais.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amo-te!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-6184822085225072326?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6184822085225072326/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=6184822085225072326' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/6184822085225072326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/6184822085225072326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/01/amo-te-nove-meses-se-passam-desde-nossa.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-1134791962646475468</id><published>2011-01-26T09:37:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T22:00:07.745-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Um grande amor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Buscamos viver algo diferente. Que nos restabeleça o ar. Que nos faça suspirar. Que nos imprima novos olhares. Onde qualquer pessoa ao nos ver, possa dizer: "Você esta amando!".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Buscamos o que não temos. O que nos falta e nos deixa vagando na incerteza e na obscuridade. Todavia, um grande amor não se busca. Verdade é que se deve estar aberto para permitir que aconteça. Deve-se não buscá-lo, mas deixar-se, permitir-se e dar-se, afim de que algo diferente aconteça.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Um grande amor não se busca. Acontece. Não somos nós quem o procuramos. No momento certo é ele que nos encontra.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Permita-se. Esteja disposto. Algo novo acontecerá. Quem sabe um grande amor? &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-1134791962646475468?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/1134791962646475468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=1134791962646475468' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/1134791962646475468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/1134791962646475468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/01/um-grande-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-9077559398578160473</id><published>2011-01-21T15:25:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T09:32:53.737-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Te amo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Amar impõe responsabilidades, atitudes e ações que nem sempre podemos carregar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Dizer para alguém: "TE AMO", gera inúmeras conseqüências. Às vezes, situações inimagináveis podem ocorrer após isso ser dito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Daí surge à questão: Estaria você preparado (a) para dizer que ama alguém? Sabe a responsabilidade que você carrega ao dizer isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Sempre é melhor não dizer que se ama alguém somente para agradá-la. Melhor é que este sentimento esteja, de fato, fazendo morada em seu coração e em sua racionalidade. Já que não adianta amar sem ter a certeza de que sua mente anda de mãos dadas com teu coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Pessoas dizem "TE AMO" com o mesmo hábito e intensidade que dizem "BOM DIA". Mas enquanto bom dia, é apenas uma maneira cordial e gentil de cumprimentar alguém, dizer te amo, é demonstrar a grandeza de um sentimento inexplicável. Único. De intensidade incalculável. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;C&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;"&gt;uidado com o que diz! Amar é mais que só deixar palavras soltas no ar querendo juntar-se para expressar algo. Amar vai além da realidade e daquilo que os olhos podem ver. É algo transcendental. Não se ama alguém todo dia. Ama-se todo dia um mesmo alguém! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-9077559398578160473?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/9077559398578160473/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=9077559398578160473' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/9077559398578160473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/9077559398578160473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/01/te-amo-amar-impoe-responsabilidades.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-5791265003339001278</id><published>2011-01-15T19:18:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T23:07:11.469-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fênix!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xQLONyqjcbg/TTIQLALFb7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/OCoNu4E0Meo/s1600/Fenix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562526270967082930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xQLONyqjcbg/TTIQLALFb7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/OCoNu4E0Meo/s320/Fenix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PT-BRfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;Como uma Fênix ressurjo das cinzas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PT-BRfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;Ressurjo do fogo que em outrora ardia em chamas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PT-BRfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;Têm sido triste estar com alguém e sentir-me tão só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PT-BRfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;Parece que não tenho você perto de mim mesmo sabendo que estas comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PT-BRfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PT-BRfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;Como uma Fênix ressurjo pela terceira vez na tentativa insana de tentar ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PT-BRfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;Audácia minha querer ter o que não posso controlar: sua companhia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PT-BRfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;Você parece brincar comigo e no final sou eu quem sofre solitário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PT-BRfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;A Fênix por si só vive plena e absoluta. Mas eu padeço aos poucos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PT-BRfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PT-BRfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;Assim como a Fênix ainda renasço das cinzas. Mas diferente dela, sem a mesma força.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PT-BRfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;É triste amar alguém que não valora a distância com a mesma saudade que sinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PT-BRfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;Distância teria que ser sinônimo de saudade. Mas isso é só vontade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 6pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PT-BRfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;Deverás você saber que chegara a hora em que o sentimento acabara se só esta dor permanecer, já que não existe amor com dor sem a reciprocidade de amar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&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/2362098751216666809-5791265003339001278?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5791265003339001278/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=5791265003339001278' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/5791265003339001278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/5791265003339001278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/01/fenix.html' title='Fênix!'/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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/_xQLONyqjcbg/TTIQLALFb7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/OCoNu4E0Meo/s72-c/Fenix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362098751216666809.post-6425666836622726492</id><published>2011-01-01T22:07:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T23:28:36.401-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Você!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQLONyqjcbg/TR_Tq02wlzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/xSq3S6YJrn8/s1600/SwansHeart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557393197894768434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQLONyqjcbg/TR_Tq02wlzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/xSq3S6YJrn8/s320/SwansHeart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Você conseguiu me provocar milhões de ótimas sensações. Deixou meu coração acelarado. Tá meio difícil descrever o que estou sentindo. Encontrar você me provocou uma leveza, uma sensação única de paz, conforto, carinho e amizade. É impressionante mas estou aqui e posso até sentir seu cheiro, seu toque e seu olhar cruzando o meu. Estou encantado com você. Quero "a sorte de um amor tranquilo com sabor de fruta mordida". O dia ficou mais vivo, mais colorido, o céu azul !!! A gente só gosta e se entrega assim, se houver afinidade, reciprocidade, carinho, verdade, sinceridade e amor. Esse sentimento de gostar é ótimo. Gera sensações que há muito eu não sentia. Pareciam estar reprimidas ou adormecidas e as sentir faz-me tão bem. Quero poder contar com você para o bom e o ruim, para o certo e o incerto. Tendo a certeza de que você não será quem consola meu choro, mas sim quem não deixa as lágrimas rolarem. Quero você de uma forma única, completa, sem vírgula ou ponto. Quero sentir o cheiro da paixão quando você estiver virando a curva da esquina buscando minha direção vindo ao meu encontro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-6425666836622726492?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6425666836622726492/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=6425666836622726492' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/6425666836622726492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/6425666836622726492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2011/01/voce-conseguiu-me-provocar-milhoes-de.html' title='Você!'/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQLONyqjcbg/TR_Tq02wlzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/xSq3S6YJrn8/s72-c/SwansHeart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362098751216666809.post-6286205461319781737</id><published>2010-12-30T16:20:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T16:20:06.446-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sem querer!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sem querer você apareceu.&lt;br&gt;Sem querer você chegou.&lt;br&gt;Sem querer conversamos.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sem querer nos tocamos.&lt;br&gt;Sem querer nos abraçamos.&lt;br&gt;Sem querer sentimos um ao outro.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sem querer te beijei.&lt;br&gt;  Sem querer me acariciou.&lt;br&gt;Sem querer nos gostamos.&lt;br&gt;Sem querer nos queremos!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-6286205461319781737?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6286205461319781737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=6286205461319781737' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/6286205461319781737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/6286205461319781737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2010/12/sem-querer-sem-querer-voce-apareceu.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-287254755463844821</id><published>2010-12-21T10:34:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T10:34:26.738-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Revive!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Renasce em mim a aurora de outrora&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Revigora-me em nova hora&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Ressurges a vontade de viver&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Revive a chama que ora apagada estava&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Renasce em mim a juventude do amor&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Revigora-me o desejo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Ressurges o anseio de ter-te&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Revive o calor do teu beijo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Renasce em mim a paixão valente&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Revigora-me a alma do ser&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Ressurges o mesmo doer&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Revive a fênix de um novo querer!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-287254755463844821?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/287254755463844821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=287254755463844821' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/287254755463844821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/287254755463844821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2010/12/revive-renasce-em-mim-aurora-de-outrora.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-1119890136899984227</id><published>2010-12-15T11:15:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T11:15:50.181-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Indo e vindo.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Indo e vindo nos encontramos por aí.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Indo e vindo te conheci.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Indo e vindo te quis junto a mim.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Indo e vindo, foi assim...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Indo e vindo fui levando.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Indo e vindo aceitei.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Indo e vindo não &amp;quot;guentei&amp;quot;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Indo e vindo terminei.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Indo e vindo sinto falta.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Indo e vindo releio a pauta.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Indo e vindo estou em alta.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Indo e vindo, foi assim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-1119890136899984227?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/1119890136899984227/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=1119890136899984227' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/1119890136899984227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/1119890136899984227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2010/12/indo-e-vindo.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-6048686208372551577</id><published>2010-12-09T08:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T09:00:00.581-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Anjo dos céus!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Perdi noites ao relento, olhando para os céus em busca de ti.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Anseio maior era ter-te comigo, ao meu lado, para então sermos felizes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Unir sentimentos é manter a ternura de um coração puro.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Lacei, junto a mim, as recordações para matar a tristeza de não ter-te comigo.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Olhando os céus em busca de ti, um anjo me tocou. Apresentou-me o amor e a paixão.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Perdi muito tempo vagando no íntimo de mim em tua busca.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Agora luto para ter a certeza de que eternizarás ao meu lado.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Único é esse sentimento que alimento por ti. Verdadeiro.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Lutarei para não mais perder-te de vista. Seria o caos em minha vida.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Ofuscarei os olhos dos outros anjos para não te achares e tirarem você de mim.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-6048686208372551577?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6048686208372551577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=6048686208372551577' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/6048686208372551577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/6048686208372551577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2010/12/anjo-dos-ceus-perdi-noites-ao-relento.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-7338661780362652077</id><published>2010-12-03T20:45:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T20:58:39.903-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;À sombra!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;À sombra de mim mesmo fico vagando.&lt;br /&gt;Espero o dia que pelas mãos, me conduzirás aos mais veementes momentos de êxtase.&lt;br /&gt;Sou louco, sou rebelde. Finjo-me de vítima, mas sou o autor de tanta dor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lamento estar distante. Na verdade, não sei onde foi que te perdi.&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta ficar em casa e chorar minhas lamúrias.&lt;br /&gt;Sou simples, tenebroso. Resumo-me no meu eu em mim mesmo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fico à sombra da luz. Como "o mito da caverna" sou um olho sem retina.&lt;br /&gt;Enxergar a realidade não me assombra, mas viver à sombra me compraz.&lt;br /&gt;Sou a essência perturbada cujo mais louco dos homens não quer experimentar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não busco ser entendido, pois até isso seria sair da escuridão que me encontro.&lt;br /&gt;Seria maléfico, nesse momento, sair da sombra já que vivo a escuridão que busquei.&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei o elixir que me faltava. Preciso estar à sombra, sozinho, para enfim encontrar à luz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-7338661780362652077?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/7338661780362652077/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=7338661780362652077' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/7338661780362652077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/7338661780362652077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2010/12/sombra-sombra-de-mim-mesmo-fico-vagando.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-3909238178636392875</id><published>2010-12-03T20:45:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T20:45:11.337-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="long_text" lang="en" id="result_box"&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;In the shade!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;In the shadow of myself I wander.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;I hope the day who by the hand, lead me to the strongest moments of ecstasy.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;I&amp;#39;m mad, I&amp;#39;m a rebel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;I pretend victim, but I&amp;#39;m the author of so much pain.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;I regret being away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;Actually, I do not know where it was when I lost you.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;No use to stay home and cry my moans.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;I&amp;#39;m simple, awful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;Abstract-me my self in myself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;I am the shadow of light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;Like &amp;quot;The myth of the cave,&amp;quot; I am not an eye retina.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;Seeing the reality does not haunt me, but I live in the shadow pleased.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;The essence of which I am disturbed craziest of men do not want to experience.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;I seek not to be understood, because even that would be out of the darkness that I meet.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;It would be detrimental, in that moment, out of the shadows as I live I searched the darkness.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;I found the elixir that I lacked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;I need to be in the shadows, alone, to finally find the light!&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/2362098751216666809-3909238178636392875?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3909238178636392875/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=3909238178636392875' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/3909238178636392875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/3909238178636392875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-shade-in-shadow-of-myself-i-wander.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-5913085678656442375</id><published>2010-12-02T15:28:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T00:01:44.706-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O sentimento da Criança!</title><content type='html'>O peso de uma atitude só pode ser medida se ela for tomada! Seria por isso, então, que tenho a alma de uma criança querendo ser gente grande?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade queria muito sentir esse sentimento de gostar.&lt;br /&gt;Já faz tempo que sou refém de mim mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero enlouquecer a mente e embriagar o coração, já que a beleza passa e a essência é a única coisa que se eterniza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para a sociedade sou sério.&lt;br /&gt;Para meus pais um poço de seriedade e criancice.&lt;br /&gt;Para meus amigos alegre e reservado.&lt;br /&gt;Mas para um amor sou muito mais que tudo isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, gosto de gostar.&lt;br /&gt;Penso se você me cativou.&lt;br /&gt;Gostar a gente não escolhe. Acontece.&lt;br /&gt;E já que no coração não se manda, eu costumo obedecer ao meu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-5913085678656442375?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5913085678656442375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=5913085678656442375' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/5913085678656442375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/5913085678656442375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-sentimento-da-crianca.html' title='O sentimento da Criança!'/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-2037916931561684497</id><published>2010-11-29T00:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T00:15:38.447-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A PARTE DO MEU EU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXISTE UMA PARTE DO MEU EU QUE CHORA POR TI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUA DISTÂNCIA ME ENLOUQUECE. FASCINA-ME E NÃO POSSO TER-TE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESTAVA AO LONGE COMO SE OLHASSE E BUSCASSE PELOS CONFINS DO TEMPO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUSCAVAS POR TI POR CIMA DAS NUVENS, JÁ QUE HÁ TEMPOS NÃO TE VIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUERIA VIVER INTENSAMENTE O MOMENTO E DEIXAR ECLODIR A ADRENALINA DO MEU EU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ÀS VEZES A VEIA POÉTICA RESSALTA O QUE SOU E TOMA VIDA CONDUZINDO MEU CAMINHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARA VOCÊ FALARIA COISAS AO PÉ DO OUVIDO DAQUELAS QUE NOS FAZEM QUERER MAIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOJE SOU MENOS QUE ONTEM, MAS SOU MUITO... MUITO MAIS QUE O AMANHÃ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A PARTE DO MEU EU QUER SAIR E LHE BUSCAR, TE CURTIR INTENSAMENTE SEM TER HORA PARA VOLTAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A MAS A FORÇA RACIONAL ME IMPEDE. POR ISSO FIQUEI LOUCO. A RAZÃO JÁ NÃO ME INCOMODA MAIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIVO O AMOR DOS LOUCOS E ISSO É TÃO BOM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-2037916931561684497?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/2037916931561684497/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=2037916931561684497' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/2037916931561684497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/2037916931561684497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2010/11/parte-do-meu-eu-existe-uma-parte-do-meu_3614.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-8127033734531832999</id><published>2010-11-27T12:39:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T02:04:36.873-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xQLONyqjcbg/TPEfMUgZopI/AAAAAAAAAD4/1OI0WfJDTYo/s1600/gota1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544246912793289362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xQLONyqjcbg/TPEfMUgZopI/AAAAAAAAAD4/1OI0WfJDTYo/s320/gota1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQLONyqjcbg/TPEY_BRBBqI/AAAAAAAAADo/r6qdbSmMUgM/s1600/00672_aftertheraingreen_2560x1600.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;UMA GOTA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRECISO DE UMA GOTA.&lt;br /&gt;UMA GOTA QUE HÁ MUITO ME FOI TIRADA.&lt;br /&gt;ELA ME FAZ FALTA.&lt;br /&gt;SINTO COMO SE FALTASSE UMA PARTE MINHA.&lt;br /&gt;MINHA ESSÊNCIA ESTA INCOMPLETA.&lt;br /&gt;QUERO COMPLETÁ-LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRECISO DE UMA GOTA.&lt;br /&gt;UMA QUE SEJA LÍMPIDA E TRANSPARENTE.&lt;br /&gt;QUE TENHA DENTRO DE SÍ A PORÇÃO MAIOR.&lt;br /&gt;QUE SEJA PURA COMO A INOCÊNCIA DE UM RECÉM-NASCIDO.&lt;br /&gt;POIS ME SINTO SUFOCAR, ME FALTA O AR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRECISO DE UMA GOTA.&lt;br /&gt;UMA GOTA DE PAZ PARA A HUMANIDADE.&lt;br /&gt;DE BONDADE PARA OS HOMENS E GOVERNANTES.&lt;br /&gt;QUERO UMA GOTA QUE NOS FAZ FALTA.&lt;br /&gt;QUERO UMA GOTA DE AMOR PARA COMPLETAR O OCEANO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xQLONyqjcbg/TPEYUoGyFZI/AAAAAAAAADg/r8l6XCDOYUs/s1600/00672_aftertheraingreen_2560x1600.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-8127033734531832999?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8127033734531832999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=8127033734531832999' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/8127033734531832999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/8127033734531832999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2010/11/uma-gota-preciso-de-uma-gota.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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/_xQLONyqjcbg/TPEfMUgZopI/AAAAAAAAAD4/1OI0WfJDTYo/s72-c/gota1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362098751216666809.post-961445949358484463</id><published>2010-11-23T17:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T17:24:27.192-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Egoísmo ou racismo?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Muitas são as discussões que permeiam a questão do racismo no Brasil. Porém podemos dizer que falar de racismo nos conduz também ao preconceito e as cotas no Brasil. Notório é que vivemos em um Brasil&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt; de diversidade, mas também de desigualdades, onde preconceito e racismo andam de mãos dadas. Mas quando se pensa em políticas, ações e projetos que vissem redimir ou reduzir tal realidade, decorrente em parte ou totalmente do fato de termos tido no país 300 anos de escravidão, suscita o individualismo de muitas pessoas, e mais do que isso, nasce ou aflora o sentimento de perca, nesse sentido, perca de direitos. Como se isso fosse mudar a vida de quem já os tem. &amp;quot;(...)Ninguém quer ceder, ninguém quer perder; ninguém quer ficar por baixo...&amp;quot; (Fp 2.5-9). &lt;br&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;O passado nos mostra que inúmeros países vivenciaram a mesma realidade (com particularidades menores ou maiores). Talvez por isso mesmo seja que o termo "ação afirmativa" assuste quem o ouve. Pois àqueles, tendem a assimilar a experiência de outras nações como algo que não deu certo e por isso também não teria êxito aqui . Talvez estejamos vivendo na realidade o egoísmo de alguns que funciona como força motriz do/no racismo.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;div style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Destarte, a busca do bem-estar social, econômico e político, já que um 'verdadeiro' cidadão deve gozar no mínimo desses direitos, passa pelo crivo da luta. Luta esta que não deve cessar na busca de uma sociedade onde impere a justiça, a verdade e a igualdade tão falada na Constituição.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Esperar acontecer denota comodismo, mas lutar revela a face do coração de um guerreiro!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-961445949358484463?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/961445949358484463/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=961445949358484463' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/961445949358484463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/961445949358484463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2010/11/egoismo-ou-racismo.html' title='Egoísmo ou racismo?!'/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-6321587334586195306</id><published>2010-11-18T16:31:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T16:31:45.522-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Só pensei!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Não estranhem o que escrevo abaixo. Mas sou do tipo que diz o que sente.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Portanto: c&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;começar um texto requer muita prática de quem o escreve. Tarefa árdua, diga-se de passagem. Ainda mais quando se tem um enfoque íntimo e pessoal como é o caso deste. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Todavia, aviso: minha formalidade não se estenderá nas próximas linhas!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;A gente só gosta de alguém e se entrega se houver afinidade, reciprocidade, carinho, verdade, sinceridade e amor. Esse sentimento de gostar é ótimo. Gera sensações que, às vezes, há muito não sentimos. Parecem estar reprimidas ou adormecidas e as sentir faz-nos tão bem.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;A galera de hoje em dia, vive &lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;ficando&lt;/em&gt;&amp;quot;. Para mim, ficar é só uma forma de conhecer a pessoa mais intimamente. Eu ao contrário, valoro poder contar com alguém para o bom e o ruim, para o certo e o incerto. Tendo a certeza de que esse alguém será não quem console meu choro, mas sim quem não deixe as lágrimas rolarem. Pode ser uma relaçãoo de amizade, de irmãos ou namorados. Mas o que importa é certeza que essa relação propicia, que é muito diferente do &amp;quot;&lt;em&gt;ficar&lt;/em&gt;&amp;quot;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Namorar é mais que estar junto ou transar. É isso também, mas vai muito além. Namorar é conhecer a outra pessoa de uma forma única, completa, sem vírgula ou ponto. É saber quando a outra parte quer um cafuné só de chegar perto. É sentir o cheiro de paixão quando a pessoa amada ainda esta virando a curva da esquina. Namorar é algo que extrapola o conhecimento que se tem de alguém e de sua intimidade.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-6321587334586195306?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6321587334586195306/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=6321587334586195306' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/6321587334586195306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/6321587334586195306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-pensei.html' title='Só pensei!'/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-3053356258233643605</id><published>2010-11-08T13:23:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T13:23:15.694-02:00</updated><title type='text'>No abrir das janelas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Passava ao longe como se estivesse buscando uma direção.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Era incerto saber se vinha ao meu encontro.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Mas tinha um andar cambaleante. Isso percebi.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Já haviam me antecipado de sua eloqüência.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Não sei afirmar se era o que pensava ser.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Mas tenho certeza de que era parecido.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Falam-me muito sobre esse acontecimento.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Estava sentindo sua presença mais perto.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Quando de mim se aproximou, tive certeza.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Era de fato aquilo que há muito ouvira dizer.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Pude perceber sua magnitude e verdade.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;No abrir das janelas era ele: o Amor!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2362098751216666809-3053356258233643605?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3053356258233643605/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=3053356258233643605' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/3053356258233643605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/3053356258233643605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2010/11/no-abrir-das-janelas.html' title='No abrir das janelas!'/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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-2362098751216666809.post-5131099576337639509</id><published>2010-11-05T18:55:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T18:55:36.545-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Percepções!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Se não quer ver, não olhe.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Se não quer sentir, não toque.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Se não quer partilhar, não se aproxime.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Se anseias, faça acontecer!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Se permites, é por querer.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Se quer viver, se permita.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Seja você e não o que querem que seja.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Seja menos o amanhã e viva mais o hoje.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Barreiras existem, mas você pode derrubá-las. Afinal, elas não &amp;#39;nasceram&amp;#39; ali.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Seja confiante em ti mesmo.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Seja humilde, mas não simplório.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Seja vencedor por você mesmo.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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/2362098751216666809-5131099576337639509?l=aforismomineiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5131099576337639509/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2362098751216666809&amp;postID=5131099576337639509' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/5131099576337639509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2362098751216666809/posts/default/5131099576337639509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aforismomineiro.blogspot.com/2010/11/percepcoes.html' title='Percepções!'/><author><name>Paulo Tiego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649572791122745554</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></feed>
