<?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-1362224567495500537</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:24:25.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Essencial</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueeessencial.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362224567495500537/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueeessencial.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Luciane Maia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16042947376885919499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oRqxeS7zH0Y/TaZOanYZjyI/AAAAAAAAABI/ormdc1AWCvo/s220/max%2B020.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362224567495500537.post-8328753736220795047</id><published>2012-01-05T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T06:51:25.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhos nos olhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Eu gosto de relacionamentos intensos,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;romances duradouros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Namorei poucas vezes (bem pouco por sinal), mas isso não quer dizer que eu não goste de namorar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;É que escolho pessoas especiais para estar ao meu lado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Alguém que me olhe nos olhos ao falar comigo e que esse mesmo olhar transmita-me confiança &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;para que eu possa sentir o quanto cada dia compartilhado juntos vale a pena viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Luciane Maia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8DEu_wKbPZw/TwW40eVbGnI/AAAAAAAAACI/KjxIn2mts08/s1600/olhos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8DEu_wKbPZw/TwW40eVbGnI/AAAAAAAAACI/KjxIn2mts08/s320/olhos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: right;"&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/1362224567495500537-8328753736220795047?l=oqueeessencial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueeessencial.blogspot.com/feeds/8328753736220795047/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oqueeessencial.blogspot.com/2012/01/olhos-nos-olhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362224567495500537/posts/default/8328753736220795047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362224567495500537/posts/default/8328753736220795047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueeessencial.blogspot.com/2012/01/olhos-nos-olhos.html' title='Olhos nos olhos'/><author><name>Luciane Maia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16042947376885919499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oRqxeS7zH0Y/TaZOanYZjyI/AAAAAAAAABI/ormdc1AWCvo/s220/max%2B020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8DEu_wKbPZw/TwW40eVbGnI/AAAAAAAAACI/KjxIn2mts08/s72-c/olhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362224567495500537.post-2537269736821977585</id><published>2011-09-15T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T14:27:48.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma nova mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;E ela nunca mais foi a mesma desde aquele dia. Já não tem a mesma alegria e tão pouco o mesmo entusiasmo. Aqueles olhos brilhantes deram lugar ao sorriso frouxo e vago, quase inotável. Dias corridos, porém, finais de semana longos e vazios, claro que faltava alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Foi então, quando percebeu que ele colecionava sonhos e realizações e ela ilusões e decepções. Percebeu também que precisava voltar a sorrir, que a vida não é feita só de tristezas e de esperas. Uma porta se fechou, mas havia outras janelas abertas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Hoje já fez novos amigos, tem outros planos, coleciona conquistas é uma nova mulher. E ele? Ah, ele foi embora junto com os medos e a insegurança. Deixou saudade, mas também deixou aprendizagem para superar os desenganos encontrados pelo caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A vida é assim mesmo, cheia de decepções e de encantos. A diferença não está em como ou com quem as coisas acontecem, e sim, na maneira que lidamos com essas dificuldades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;De fato algumas pessoas demoram a recompor-se e sentem tudo com mais intensidade, atraem a negatividade e só têm olhos para o problema e se deixam envolver-se pelo mesmo. No entanto, outras pessoas, conseguem esboçar um sorriso em meio ao caos emocional. Porém isso não quer dizer que não sofram que não sintam, apenas, que são mestres na arte de viver.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Todo dia é um recomeço, aprenda o quanto puder hoje para saber aplicar amanhã. E se ainda achar que não aprendeu o suficiente, é porque você ainda não viveu tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Os problemas são meus, não preciso expor aos outros o quanto não estou bem. Esboçar um sorriso, não é fingir, e sim poupar os outros da nossa tristeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Luciane Maia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UCVR-Qr52yI/TnJtp3pG_4I/AAAAAAAAACA/k0hYSuQbhzs/s1600/feliz.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UCVR-Qr52yI/TnJtp3pG_4I/AAAAAAAAACA/k0hYSuQbhzs/s320/feliz.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Maia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16042947376885919499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oRqxeS7zH0Y/TaZOanYZjyI/AAAAAAAAABI/ormdc1AWCvo/s220/max%2B020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UCVR-Qr52yI/TnJtp3pG_4I/AAAAAAAAACA/k0hYSuQbhzs/s72-c/feliz.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362224567495500537.post-6709495518374109920</id><published>2011-04-17T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T20:28:08.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Permaneça</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Quando chegar não diga nada, apenas permaneça. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Ao aproximar-se, divida as alegrias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Que os gestos sejam mais agradáveis que os toques &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Que os abraços elevem os pés do chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;E quanto aos olhares, ah os olhares!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Expressem mais que palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;O silêncio é o cúmplice dos pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;E a cumplicidade é a companhia dos apaixonados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;A paixão faz parte da entrega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Guiada por doses de loucura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Os sentimentos serão o combustível da nossa relação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Misturado com o desejo de sedução.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Não economize carinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Exceda nos abraços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;As demonstrações de afeto me farão querer-te cada vez mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Compartilhe emoções, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Os eternos amantes apreciam pôr do sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Portanto, ao encontrar-me... Apenas permaneça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Luciane Maia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i8wdHDqOiss/TauuwseanTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WnuG6FXUXfo/s1600/eternos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i8wdHDqOiss/TauuwseanTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WnuG6FXUXfo/s1600/eternos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362224567495500537-6709495518374109920?l=oqueeessencial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueeessencial.blogspot.com/feeds/6709495518374109920/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oqueeessencial.blogspot.com/2011/04/permaneca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362224567495500537/posts/default/6709495518374109920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362224567495500537/posts/default/6709495518374109920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueeessencial.blogspot.com/2011/04/permaneca.html' title='Permaneça'/><author><name>Luciane Maia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16042947376885919499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oRqxeS7zH0Y/TaZOanYZjyI/AAAAAAAAABI/ormdc1AWCvo/s220/max%2B020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i8wdHDqOiss/TauuwseanTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WnuG6FXUXfo/s72-c/eternos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362224567495500537.post-2966576186980912791</id><published>2011-04-13T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T15:08:40.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;13 de Abril dia Internacional do beijo &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Beijo bom é aquele molhado, com gosto de quero mais&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;O que envolve as mãos e aproxima os corpos,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Aguçando os sentidos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Começa calmo e faz sentir calor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Mesmo a temperatura estando abaixo de zero...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Mas beijo bom mesmo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;É aquele com&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; AMOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Luciane Maia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mWCXWlBWyL0/TaYehXk9-pI/AAAAAAAAABE/l90wpSHNDqQ/s1600/Beijo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mWCXWlBWyL0/TaYehXk9-pI/AAAAAAAAABE/l90wpSHNDqQ/s320/Beijo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&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/1362224567495500537-2966576186980912791?l=oqueeessencial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueeessencial.blogspot.com/feeds/2966576186980912791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oqueeessencial.blogspot.com/2011/04/beijo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362224567495500537/posts/default/2966576186980912791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362224567495500537/posts/default/2966576186980912791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueeessencial.blogspot.com/2011/04/beijo.html' title='Beijo'/><author><name>Luciane Maia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16042947376885919499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oRqxeS7zH0Y/TaZOanYZjyI/AAAAAAAAABI/ormdc1AWCvo/s220/max%2B020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mWCXWlBWyL0/TaYehXk9-pI/AAAAAAAAABE/l90wpSHNDqQ/s72-c/Beijo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362224567495500537.post-8245053495542119795</id><published>2011-04-07T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T20:11:28.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distância</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;“Eu sei que nos amávamos, mas a distância pode fazer coisas estranhas com as pessoas.” Nicholas Sparks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Lendo essas lindas palavras de Nicholas Sparks, posso compreender a verdadeira essência de seu significado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Não compreendo como duas pessoas que se amam, optam&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;por viverem separadas. O amor &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;requer presença, zelo, e, &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;por mais que esse sentimento exista, a distância não pode&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;dar&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;o seu devido cuidado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Conheço casais que por força maior permitiram a ausência constante, e deram espaço a saudade, depois a insegurança, as discussões por desconfianças ou porque simplesmente as conversas calorosas passaram a ser cada vez mais escassas. Até chegar o dia em que um dos dois percebeu que poderia viver sem o outro.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;E nesse dia percebeu também que a saudade, já estava sob controle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Quando isso acontece, a pessoa que admitiu que isso fosse possível enche-se de culpa, questiona-se e passa a acreditar que a vida talvez já não tenha o mesmo sentido. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Algumas pessoas mais experientes poderão até lhe dizer que a vida é assim mesmo, que logo encontrará alguém que fará o seu coração pulsar com mais intensidade. Os anos vão passando algumas pessoas vão chegando e apenas algumas permanecem. Mas aquele vazio nenhuma consegue preencher, pois você sabe o lhe falta, o que faz toda a diferença e o que torna cada um único e essencial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Em base nisso, eu compreendo que devemos aproveitar as oportunidades que nos surgem, mas que jamais devemos deixar aqueles que nos completam. Se realmente for o amor o sentimento que os unam, não permita que a distância os afaste. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&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;&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;&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&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; &lt;/span&gt;Luciane Maia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--lpx9S76pl0/TaZlUmCbzLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nFpzPXLXIQk/s1600/distancia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--lpx9S76pl0/TaZlUmCbzLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nFpzPXLXIQk/s320/distancia.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;“Cuide bem do seu amor seja quem for.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;(Os Paralamas do sucesso)&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/1362224567495500537-8245053495542119795?l=oqueeessencial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueeessencial.blogspot.com/feeds/8245053495542119795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oqueeessencial.blogspot.com/2011/04/distancia_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362224567495500537/posts/default/8245053495542119795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362224567495500537/posts/default/8245053495542119795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueeessencial.blogspot.com/2011/04/distancia_07.html' title='Distância'/><author><name>Luciane Maia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16042947376885919499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oRqxeS7zH0Y/TaZOanYZjyI/AAAAAAAAABI/ormdc1AWCvo/s220/max%2B020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--lpx9S76pl0/TaZlUmCbzLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nFpzPXLXIQk/s72-c/distancia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362224567495500537.post-6052672197052631231</id><published>2011-03-30T07:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T16:22:09.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lu por Luciane Maia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="listp"&gt;A saudade melancólica de quem me deixou, a alegria de quem convive comigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apaixonada pela vida&lt;br /&gt;Amiga pra todas as horas&lt;br /&gt;Fico horas em frente a TV&lt;br /&gt;Já chorei muito assistindo filme romântico&lt;br /&gt;Falo sozinha, falo demais,mas guardo segredo&lt;br /&gt;Amo minha compahia&lt;br /&gt;Não durmo sem meu travesseiro&lt;br /&gt;A palavra calma não combina comigo&lt;br /&gt;Faço as coisas sem pensar,&lt;br /&gt;Se pensar não faço!&lt;br /&gt;Sou vaidosa, detalhista, chata, fiel, manhosa, chocólatra, consumista, ciumenta rs&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes egoísta (o que é meu, é meu)&lt;br /&gt;Já senti o mundo desabar, quando perdi uma amiga (...)&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que aquela pessoa que mais amamos pode nos decepcionar um dia&lt;br /&gt;e que ainda assim é o amor que nos move.&lt;br /&gt;Descobri que a felicidade pode estar no meu dia-a-dia e por isso&lt;br /&gt;Os obstáculos não me derrubam.&lt;br /&gt;Corro atrás dos meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Mudo de vida, de emprego, de cidade, se assim achar que devo...&lt;br /&gt;Meu maior orgulho é a minha mamy&lt;br /&gt;Meu maior presente é a minha irmã&lt;br /&gt;e meu Porto Seguro é DEUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto do que é diferente, não gosto do que é convencional, o complicado me atrai e a emoção me envolve... Onde muitos não encontram nada eu vejo luz e encontro a paz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;&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;&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;&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;Luciane Maia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362224567495500537-6052672197052631231?l=oqueeessencial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueeessencial.blogspot.com/feeds/6052672197052631231/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oqueeessencial.blogspot.com/2011/03/lu-por-luciane-maia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362224567495500537/posts/default/6052672197052631231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362224567495500537/posts/default/6052672197052631231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueeessencial.blogspot.com/2011/03/lu-por-luciane-maia.html' title='Lu por Luciane Maia'/><author><name>Luciane Maia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16042947376885919499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oRqxeS7zH0Y/TaZOanYZjyI/AAAAAAAAABI/ormdc1AWCvo/s220/max%2B020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362224567495500537.post-2300140924548642963</id><published>2011-03-22T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T12:55:28.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pôr do sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Da janela do meu quarto vejo o pôr do sol, exatamente como fazíamos nos longos invernos que passamos juntos. As lembranças e uma caneca de chocolate quente, nada, além disso, me acompanha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A noite cai me fecho em pensamentos involuntários, abraço o travesseiro como uma forma de sentir o seu cheiro. Fecho os meus olhos e o sono não vêm, assim como você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Ouço uma voz dizendo o meu nome, que mesmo em meio a uma multidão reconheceria. Eis que o abraço mais forte e mais caloroso já compartilhado, um encontro de almas. De mãos dadas me sinto segura, um simples toque e tenho a certeza de que nasci pra ser sempre sua. Em silêncio permanecemos, pois sabemos que palavras são desnecessárias quando os olhos transmitem tudo o que estamos sentindo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;O dia amanhece, continuo agarrada ao seu travesseiro, olho a minha volta e tudo está igual e a vida como um rio, cumprindo o seu percurso. Apanho a caneca, e espero por mais um entardecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&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;&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;&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&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;&lt;/span&gt;Luciane Maia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nJCp0zlcDCk/TaZgsfxpsTI/AAAAAAAAABw/L1x7uagtaH4/s1600/italia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nJCp0zlcDCk/TaZgsfxpsTI/AAAAAAAAABw/L1x7uagtaH4/s320/italia.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362224567495500537-2300140924548642963?l=oqueeessencial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueeessencial.blogspot.com/feeds/2300140924548642963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oqueeessencial.blogspot.com/2011/03/por-do-sol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362224567495500537/posts/default/2300140924548642963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362224567495500537/posts/default/2300140924548642963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueeessencial.blogspot.com/2011/03/por-do-sol.html' title='Pôr do sol'/><author><name>Luciane Maia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16042947376885919499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oRqxeS7zH0Y/TaZOanYZjyI/AAAAAAAAABI/ormdc1AWCvo/s220/max%2B020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nJCp0zlcDCk/TaZgsfxpsTI/AAAAAAAAABw/L1x7uagtaH4/s72-c/italia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362224567495500537.post-3591349512749855110</id><published>2011-03-22T15:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T12:54:00.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pés na areia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pés na areia, com as ondas indo e vindo... Aí é o meu recanto, um encontro com o meu “eu”. Como cheguei até aqui, o caminho percorrido, as pessoas que encontrei, algumas me fizeram rir outras nem tanto. Mas em paz, os pensamentos ruins não fazem parte, uma alegria inexplicável, somente a alma consegue traduzir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O vento forte me traz uma sensação de liberdade, os sonhos tomam a forma de pássaros, criam asas e voam na direção da realização. O sol parece estar meio tímido e esconde-se em meio às nuvens, mas ainda posso sentir sua presença marcante em minha pele ardente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ao meu lado o abraço mais aconchegante, o olhar mais compreensivo. Conchas, pegadas deixadas para trás e fotografias registram uma caminhada a beira mar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A chuva de verão aumenta o vento, e eis que Laguna torna-se a “praia da liberdade”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&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;&lt;/span&gt;Luciane Maia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K5X-X-CJGGU/TaZfrRSsAII/AAAAAAAAABs/-Ie8PHvxgJE/s1600/casal+mar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K5X-X-CJGGU/TaZfrRSsAII/AAAAAAAAABs/-Ie8PHvxgJE/s320/casal+mar.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &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/1362224567495500537-3591349512749855110?l=oqueeessencial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueeessencial.blogspot.com/feeds/3591349512749855110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oqueeessencial.blogspot.com/2011/03/pes-na-areia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362224567495500537/posts/default/3591349512749855110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362224567495500537/posts/default/3591349512749855110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueeessencial.blogspot.com/2011/03/pes-na-areia.html' title='Pés na areia'/><author><name>Luciane Maia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16042947376885919499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oRqxeS7zH0Y/TaZOanYZjyI/AAAAAAAAABI/ormdc1AWCvo/s220/max%2B020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K5X-X-CJGGU/TaZfrRSsAII/AAAAAAAAABs/-Ie8PHvxgJE/s72-c/casal+mar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362224567495500537.post-1567027162477103533</id><published>2011-01-27T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T13:42:03.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Saudade é algo que corrói por dentro, é uma dor que não cessa. Para a dor física, há vários tipos de analgésicos e para a saudade?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Aquele tempo bom que não volta mais, aquela pessoa especial que deixou de fazer parte do seu dia a dia, os planos que nem se concretizaram... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Seria tão bom se conseguíssemos compreender, que tudo tem seu início, meio e fim. Mas infelizmente a aceitação nem sempre existe, nem sempre estamos preparados para praticar o desapego. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Quando acho que estou terminando esse ciclo, me vejo ainda dando voltas. Me pego pensando, relembrando e mais querendo “ter” de volta. Não me sinto completa. Perguntas me atormentam, será que fiz a escolha certa? Será que o orgulho foi maior e por isso pensei com a razão e não com o coração? Ou tive só uma reação da ação? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;As mágoas ainda existem, a decepção foi muito grande, no entanto, quero um dia poder dizer que aceito, não sei exatamente qual a palavra certa. Mas enfim, eu sei o quão me sentia completa ao seu lado, o quanto aprendi e principalmente, que a convivência requer uma dose de atenção, multiplicadas por muitas de paciência. Que as pessoas são cheias de defeitos e que mesmo assim não deixam de ser especiais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;E a maior de todas as lições que aprendi com tudo isso, é que, se você tem um AMOR de verdade, cuide-o, não busque riqueza, bens materiais sozinho, pois o relacionamento é feito de duas pessoas e talvez enquanto buscamos coisas que julgamos ser para o melhor, esquecemos que já possuímos o essencial que é a companhia um do outro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Quero um dia poder desejar, sem nenhum sentimento de contrariedade que você consiga ser feliz, aí sim, quando esse dia chegar terei a certeza de que estou “curada”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"&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;&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;&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; Luciane Maia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Queria te dizer palavras simples&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Que guardariam tudo o que eu sinto&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;E pelo simples fato de te dizer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Mais forte ficaria o meu sentimento&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Mas nada o que eu diga me parece exato&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Nada que eu pense tem um sentido claro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Nenhuma canção vai me ajudar a descobrir&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;O que aconteceu conosco foi imenso&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Um sentimento tão intenso&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Que eu não encontro &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;As palavras certas não existem no universo inteiro.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Simples – Nenhum De Nós)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362224567495500537-1567027162477103533?l=oqueeessencial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueeessencial.blogspot.com/feeds/1567027162477103533/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oqueeessencial.blogspot.com/2011/01/ainda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362224567495500537/posts/default/1567027162477103533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362224567495500537/posts/default/1567027162477103533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueeessencial.blogspot.com/2011/01/ainda.html' title='Ainda'/><author><name>Luciane Maia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16042947376885919499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oRqxeS7zH0Y/TaZOanYZjyI/AAAAAAAAABI/ormdc1AWCvo/s220/max%2B020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
