<?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-5432047768675804249</id><updated>2011-10-11T07:28:31.121-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tecelagem da Vida</title><subtitle type='html'>Este blog destina-se a dar voz a um coração, dar asas a inspiração de alguém que sabe sonhar. Destina-se a fazer percorrer pelas trilhas do sentimento, um caminheiro que atento, sabe a vida admirar.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tecelagemevida.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432047768675804249/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tecelagemevida.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Júlio César</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768775248440065339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__OemXu04VT4/TKuCsAwSxfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mrSQO1kgP4o/S220/a%2520estrada%2520da%2520vida%2520-%2520Elliott%2520Erwitt.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432047768675804249.post-4345542378825784125</id><published>2011-04-13T09:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T09:19:16.151-03:00</updated><title type='text'>NOSTALGIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JxZvlgtL9zE/TaWUf1MdOII/AAAAAAAAAGw/BqZGDMmsgcY/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JxZvlgtL9zE/TaWUf1MdOII/AAAAAAAAAGw/BqZGDMmsgcY/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Interessante falar de nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que seja um instante  favorável para olharmos para trás e rememorarmos alguns momentos que  ficam gravados na vida, como fragmentos de história que adquirimos com o  tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que olhamos para trás, nos deparamos com vários  tipos de sentimentos, e o interessante é que por se tratar de passado,  momentos já vividos, temos a capacidade de escolher e buscar o que  quisermos, e que ainda está no coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que neste dia, voltemos às coisas boas do nosso passado, e deixemos de lado o que nos feriu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5432047768675804249-4345542378825784125?l=tecelagemevida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tecelagemevida.blogspot.com/feeds/4345542378825784125/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tecelagemevida.blogspot.com/2011/04/nostalgia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432047768675804249/posts/default/4345542378825784125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432047768675804249/posts/default/4345542378825784125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tecelagemevida.blogspot.com/2011/04/nostalgia.html' title='NOSTALGIA'/><author><name>Júlio César</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768775248440065339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__OemXu04VT4/TKuCsAwSxfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mrSQO1kgP4o/S220/a%2520estrada%2520da%2520vida%2520-%2520Elliott%2520Erwitt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JxZvlgtL9zE/TaWUf1MdOII/AAAAAAAAAGw/BqZGDMmsgcY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432047768675804249.post-1663806414740738167</id><published>2010-10-05T17:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T17:58:21.090-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragilidades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__OemXu04VT4/TKuQolDZcSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lOSO77VRqdI/s1600/1232741385117_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__OemXu04VT4/TKuQolDZcSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lOSO77VRqdI/s320/1232741385117_f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coração doído &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentimentos despedaçados&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desesperança na alma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Incerteza do amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escondido em si mesmo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coração dilacerado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma perda irreparável&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma dor incomensurável.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De repente uma luz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A esperança que renasce&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O desafio de ser pessoa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A junção de fragmentos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De um coração que ainda bate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O amor se reacende&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma chama que arde forte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A visão de um caminho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma nova vida a trilhar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O desafio de ser pessoa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reaprendendo a viver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encontrando no avesso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Algum motivo pra ser feliz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Júlio César Neves﻿&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5432047768675804249-1663806414740738167?l=tecelagemevida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tecelagemevida.blogspot.com/feeds/1663806414740738167/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tecelagemevida.blogspot.com/2010/10/fragilidades.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432047768675804249/posts/default/1663806414740738167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432047768675804249/posts/default/1663806414740738167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tecelagemevida.blogspot.com/2010/10/fragilidades.html' title='Fragilidades'/><author><name>Júlio César</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768775248440065339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__OemXu04VT4/TKuCsAwSxfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mrSQO1kgP4o/S220/a%2520estrada%2520da%2520vida%2520-%2520Elliott%2520Erwitt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__OemXu04VT4/TKuQolDZcSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lOSO77VRqdI/s72-c/1232741385117_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432047768675804249.post-3399926357773778917</id><published>2010-10-05T16:05:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T17:21:56.584-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A percepção do momento presente</title><content type='html'>﻿&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muitas vezes não conseguimos enxergar beleza em simples atitudes que realizamos no nosso cotidiano. Quantas vezes na correria do dia não percebemos a grandeza dos pequenos gestos. Deixamos passar despercebido o mover da mão de Deus sobre nós. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="172" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__OemXu04VT4/TKt2DpTirRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/NWnY-n5pO1k/s320/flowers.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imagem por Carlos Sales Jr.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interessante se observarmos por uma ótica diferente, a partir de pequenas coisas que se passam ao nosso redor. Quantas vezes paramos para contemplar uma flor em nosso caminho? A beleza de um pássaro que pousa perto? O céu nublado ou com um sol descoberto por nuvens? Ou até mesmo os sons naturais que nos circundam quando estamos sozinhos?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gostaria de chamar a atenção para que percebamos as coisas simples que a vida nos oferece. Que tenhamos a capacidade de nos redescobrir enquanto pessoas, enquanto gente que procura crescer. Que descubramos a alegria de nos encontrar nos pequenos presentes que a vida nos concede.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__OemXu04VT4/TKt2AqxiM-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/0WmXEvZ1yQU/s1600/1256580733962_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__OemXu04VT4/TKt2AqxiM-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/0WmXEvZ1yQU/s1600/1256580733962_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__OemXu04VT4/TKt2AqxiM-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/0WmXEvZ1yQU/s320/1256580733962_f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando somos capazes de redescobrir as pequenas coisas que nos rodeiam, intensificamos a nossa capacidade de nos entender melhor, de compreender o avesso de nossa vida. De conhecer tudo aquilo que faz parte do que realmente somos; de nossa subjetividade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&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; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não há nada mais bonito do que uma pessoa que é capaz de discernir com clareza seus defeitos, virtudes, necessidades e misérias. Pessoas assim vivem melhores, pois tem a capacidade de explorar o seu íntimo e extrair de si a matéria bruta que será sacralizada e transformada em pedra preciosa.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Por isso ame, tenha coragem de olhar para dentro de você e buscar ser melhor, crescer, ser feliz, dar sentido a vida.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Júlio César Neves&lt;/strong&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/5432047768675804249-3399926357773778917?l=tecelagemevida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tecelagemevida.blogspot.com/feeds/3399926357773778917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tecelagemevida.blogspot.com/2010/10/percepcao-do-momento-presente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432047768675804249/posts/default/3399926357773778917'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432047768675804249.post-7928275790101795203</id><published>2009-10-29T16:28:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:14:30.125-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__OemXu04VT4/SunlfcY0v-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/d4iaHgqZVx0/s1600-h/pressa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398097956739268578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__OemXu04VT4/SunlfcY0v-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/d4iaHgqZVx0/s320/pressa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dia chuvoso, coração inquieto, mormaço desconfortante e no pensamento o desejo de ser alguém.&lt;br /&gt;Na cabe&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__OemXu04VT4/SunnX6spmcI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_zXJ0FXtdz0/s1600-h/paci%25C3%25AAncia%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ça o medo do tempo correr tão depressa que não tenha forças para alcançá-lo; entretanto a certeza de que passa tão lentamente, que raramente seus olhos são capazes de perceber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__OemXu04VT4/SunouDo2ZEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MLAAAl1EIGM/s1600-h/paci%25C3%25AAncia%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398101506328519746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__OemXu04VT4/SunouDo2ZEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MLAAAl1EIGM/s320/paci%25C3%25AAncia%2B2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O tempo e seu movimento de forma tão peculiar, o impele a seguir, a lutar, a quebrar as barreiras do medo que exacerbadamente fumega em seu interior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__OemXu04VT4/SunmRQfJhRI/AAAAAAAAAEM/G77NkxtvR74/s1600-h/paci%25C3%25AAncia%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O anseio pelo conhecimento, pelo crescer, o torna ganancioso, competidor furioso capaz de extrair o máximo de si para alcançar seus objetivos.&lt;br /&gt;Eis que a impaciência lhe tira o sono, o faz perder noites afundado em inúmeros pensamentos sobre o que virá após o amanhecer, e o que poderá fazer.&lt;br /&gt;A pressa, que tão inimiga da perfeição, se faz necessária para este coração angustiado, até o momento que se percebe humano e, todavia, não há como correr então o que lhe resta fazer senão: saber sofrer as demoras de Deus e assim, deixar-se formar na tão difícil paciência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Júlio César Neves)&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/5432047768675804249-7928275790101795203?l=tecelagemevida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tecelagemevida.blogspot.com/feeds/7928275790101795203/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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sempre é possível e necessário “Recomeçar”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Recomeçar é dar uma nova chance a si mesmo…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;é renovar as esperanças na vida e o mais importante…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;acreditar em você de novo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sofreu muito nesse período?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;foi aprendizado…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorou muito?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;foi limpeza da alma…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ficou com raiva das pessoas?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;foi para perdoá-las um dia…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentiu-se só por diversas vezes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;é porque fechaste a porta até para os anjos…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acreditou que tudo estava perdido?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;era o início da tua melhora…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois é…agora é hora de reiniciar…de pensar na luz…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;de encontrar prazer nas coisas simples de novo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que tal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um corte de cabelo arrojado…diferente?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um novo curso…ou aquele velho desejo de aprender a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pintar…desenhar…dominar o computador…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ou qualquer outra coisa…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olha quanto desafio…quanta coisa nova&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nesse mundão de meu Deus te esperando.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tá se sentindo sozinho?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;besteira…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tem tanta gente que você afastou com o seu “período de isolamento”…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tem tanta gente esperando apenas um sorriso teu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;para “chegar” perto de você.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando nos trancamos na tristeza…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nem nós mesmos nos suportamos…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ficamos horríveis…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;o mal humor vai comendo nosso fígado…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;até a boca fica amarga.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Recomeçar…hoje é um bom dia para começar novos desafios.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde você quer chegar? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ir alto…sonhe alto… queira o melhor do melhor… &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;queira coisas boas para a vida… &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pensando assim trazemos prá nós aquilo que desejamos… &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;se pensamos pequeno…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;coisas pequenas teremos…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;já se desejarmos fortemente o melhor e principalmente lutarmos pelo melhor…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;o melhor vai se instalar na nossa vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E é hoje o dia da faxina mental…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;joga fora tudo que te prende ao passado… &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ao mundinho de coisas tristes…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fotos…peças de roupa, papel de bala…ingressos de cinema, bilhetes de viagens… &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;e toda aquela tranqueira que guardamos quando nos julgamos apaixonados…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jogue tudo fora… mas principalmente… &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;esvazie seu coração… fique pronto para a vida… &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;para um novo amor… &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lembre-se somos apaixonáveis… &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;somos sempre capazes de amar muitas e muitas vezes… &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;afinal de contas… Nós somos o “Amor”… &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Porque sou do tamanho daquilo que vejo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;e não dotamanho da minha altura.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5432047768675804249-4386899287695235421?l=tecelagemevida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tecelagemevida.blogspot.com/feeds/4386899287695235421/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tecelagemevida.blogspot.com/2009/10/recomecar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432047768675804249/posts/default/4386899287695235421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432047768675804249/posts/default/4386899287695235421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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