<?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-470496268411681691</id><updated>2011-11-13T06:40:39.326-08:00</updated><category term='slides'/><category term='natureza'/><category term='Memes'/><category term='lições'/><category term='morrer'/><category term='movimento'/><category term='sentimentos'/><category term='força'/><category term='Razão'/><category term='felicidade'/><category term='deixar sentir'/><category term='re-unir'/><category term='deixar'/><category term='pulso'/><category term='entendendo'/><category term='Verdades'/><category term='meditação'/><category term='energia'/><category term='energia coração'/><category term='pouso'/><category term='o prometido'/><category term='experiências'/><category term='acontece'/><category term='limpeza'/><category term='tristeza'/><category term='Grande Mestre'/><category term='Sinta'/><category term='som'/><category term='escritos'/><category term='oco'/><category term='Gaia'/><category term='a promessa'/><category term='Terra'/><category term='Selos'/><category term='renascer'/><category term='impulso'/><category term='sentir'/><category term='Um'/><category term='agradecendo'/><category term='coisas boas'/><category term='mudanças'/><category term='pedaços'/><category term='fluir'/><category term='o propósito'/><category term='acolhida'/><category term='repouso'/><category term='Pensar'/><category term='querido diário'/><category term='Amor'/><category term='entrega'/><category term='historia encantada'/><category term='união'/><category term='sensações'/><category term='alegria'/><category term='hipocrisia'/><category term='Equilibrio'/><category term='dualidade'/><category term='revigorar'/><category term='calmaria'/><category term='coração'/><category term='tempo'/><category term='Emoção'/><category term='Unir'/><category term='ser humano'/><category term='luz'/><category term='somos'/><category term='Reflexos'/><category term='sentindo'/><category term='impossivel'/><category term='bonança'/><category term='prazer'/><category term='ser'/><category term='Realidade'/><category term='ciclos'/><category term='trabalhos'/><category term='paz'/><title type='text'>Diário de uma Guerreira da Luz</title><subtitle type='html'>às vezes diário,noutras palavras soltas,tudo vindo do coração</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017690990680908257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/TQwEyZjp9uI/AAAAAAAABb8/jiAasqgV66c/S220/SAM_0349.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470496268411681691.post-2862941808798351945</id><published>2011-11-11T06:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T06:37:23.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11/11/2011</title><content type='html'>Uma noite mal dormida ; uma das filhas com febre. Mas há dois dias era a outra,quase os mesmos sintomas. Tudo muito estranho,nunca antes acontecido assim. Pensei em intoxicação,comidas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas logo vi,algo maior,mais forte,puramente energético. Sim,energia agindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E creio fortemente nisso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E os sentimentos como num tornado sem controle. Melhor sentir,sentir,deixar vir e sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Muito forte eu senti,verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora é deixar fluir toda a energia,todo o sentimento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470496268411681691-2862941808798351945?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/feeds/2862941808798351945/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470496268411681691&amp;postID=2862941808798351945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/2862941808798351945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/2862941808798351945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/2011/11/11112011.html' title='11/11/2011'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017690990680908257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/TQwEyZjp9uI/AAAAAAAABb8/jiAasqgV66c/S220/SAM_0349.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470496268411681691.post-1220767417097488079</id><published>2011-10-21T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T17:29:04.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Energias,Energético</title><content type='html'>Em 21 de Outubro de 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordamos todos cedos,aliás,muito cedo ao nosso padrão.&lt;br /&gt;Ok,pensei,deixo seguir,tudo há um motivo.&lt;br /&gt;Manhã e início de tarde trancorrendo normalmente,por assim dizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito calor,porém segundo nos informam é o normal da região.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais estou com aquela sensação de muita enrergia,de algum pico,portal ou algo parecido.&lt;br /&gt;Deixo sentir,observo;inquietante,quase sufocante; pronto,assim defino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E confirmo a cada instante,tudo que sinto. A sensação de estar presente só de corpo,o cansaço e o sono repentino; já sabia,muita energia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E,ao cair a anoite,todos em casa. A pequena já adormecia sem previsão de que iria acordar; tão logo foi a princesa mor, continuei a senti muito sono e um cansaço sem explicação racional. Logo o amado se entregou também e eu,na minha sede por informação,por mais,acabei por descobrir que de acordo com alguns religiosos,hoje seria o fim do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Algumas contas com sentidos,escritos na Biblía e citações de profetas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrego,velo os meus.&lt;br /&gt;O manto me cobre.&lt;br /&gt;Amém.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470496268411681691-1220767417097488079?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/feeds/1220767417097488079/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470496268411681691&amp;postID=1220767417097488079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/1220767417097488079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/1220767417097488079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/2011/10/energiasenergetico.html' title='Energias,Energético'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017690990680908257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/TQwEyZjp9uI/AAAAAAAABb8/jiAasqgV66c/S220/SAM_0349.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470496268411681691.post-7682908652900114170</id><published>2011-09-27T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T11:35:04.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao seu tempo</title><content type='html'>Sempre costumamos falar essa frase - Tudo ao seu tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas parece tão complicado,porque não impossivel pra alguns,realmente seguir e senti o sentido dessa curta frase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes preferimos acreditar que somo o umbigo do mundo,a razão e sempre os prioritários. Como somos bobos nesses momentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo vem,tudo acontece,começo e fim ao tempo determinado; pré determinado,mas nos basta esperar,ou nos bastasse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Uma compreenssão,imcompreensivel pra maioria ou quase todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando vem,ainda nos atrevemos a dizer,eu sabia que ia acontecer? Pois se já sabia,porque a pressa? Tolos somos todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois digo e aprendido,espera e verás.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470496268411681691-7682908652900114170?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/feeds/7682908652900114170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470496268411681691&amp;postID=7682908652900114170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/7682908652900114170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/7682908652900114170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ADJ7NTIOlo/TlLQfmlQj2I/AAAAAAAABfk/60jZKPCwoRM/s1600/a8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ADJ7NTIOlo/TlLQfmlQj2I/AAAAAAAABfk/60jZKPCwoRM/s1600/a8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo este momento.&lt;br /&gt;Repouso.&lt;br /&gt;Pouso.&lt;br /&gt;Calma.&lt;br /&gt;Observo e entendo.&lt;br /&gt;Energias boas.&lt;br /&gt;Bons pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;Bom gerar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado Gaia,Universo,seres da luz,iluminados e despertos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470496268411681691-4438462298837934684?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/feeds/4438462298837934684/comments/default' title='Postar 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ADJ7NTIOlo/TlLQfmlQj2I/AAAAAAAABfk/60jZKPCwoRM/s72-c/a8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470496268411681691.post-7509034798450248411</id><published>2011-03-18T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T09:56:22.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Constância,Inconstância</title><content type='html'>Sinto,as mudanças na minha vida não foram só de fora,de dentro foram muito mais.&lt;br /&gt;Mais profundas,mais difíceis,mais trabalhadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porém,sou sempre a favor de mudanças,ainda mais se são para nosso enriquecimento,para uma elevaçao e um bem maior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora,como aceitar a mudança,quando o nosso racional não a compreende por completo?&lt;br /&gt;Penso que preciso de muita cura de dentro pra fora,muita meditação,amor e luz,sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Aliás,todos nós...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470496268411681691-7509034798450248411?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/feeds/7509034798450248411/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470496268411681691&amp;postID=7509034798450248411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/7509034798450248411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/7509034798450248411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/2011/03/constanciainconstancia.html' title='Constância,Inconstância'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017690990680908257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/TQwEyZjp9uI/AAAAAAAABb8/jiAasqgV66c/S220/SAM_0349.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470496268411681691.post-5808420975762081418</id><published>2010-09-08T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T06:07:46.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deixar sentir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hipocrisia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ser humano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terra'/><title type='text'>As pessoas</title><content type='html'>São egocêntricas,quase sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Podem exteriorizar,ou não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdades,aprendi,são ocas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não ocas no bom sentido,no que podemos passar energia.&lt;br /&gt;São ocas,sem nada a nos acrescentar,se nada a ajudar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso,pessoas assim,o que será delas?&lt;br /&gt;Serão dual sempre e para sempre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E as que só pensam em ter e não em ser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ao escrever,vejo e sinto o quanto evoluí,sim.&lt;br /&gt;Ao que me importa é ser,sê-lo,servi-lo.&lt;br /&gt;Precisa de algo mais?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470496268411681691-5808420975762081418?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/TQwEyZjp9uI/AAAAAAAABb8/jiAasqgV66c/S220/SAM_0349.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470496268411681691.post-5643530365018400468</id><published>2010-08-15T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T16:44:00.454-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='energia coração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='impulso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sensações'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pulso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entrega'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='impossivel'/><title type='text'>Sem palavras,muitas palavras</title><content type='html'>Como descrever uma sensação aparentemente indescritível ?&lt;br /&gt;Como explicar o que EU e somente eu senti?&lt;br /&gt;Seria tida como insana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém e além mais sentiu,sentiram?&lt;br /&gt;Sim,é possivel,sempre o é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como ouvi,o impossivel nos salta os olhos.&lt;br /&gt;E o acho,nada é impossivel.&lt;br /&gt;A depender de como olhamos,do nosso&amp;nbsp; olhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sensação é boa,única.&lt;br /&gt;Além(e muito além) de um bem estar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma energia - A energia - corre pelo corpo,esquenta,formiga,acelera,tudo junto.Um turbilhão de sentidos e sentir e sensações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como explicar,senão senti-las,senão entregar-se,senão segui-las.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Energia coração&lt;br /&gt;Luz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470496268411681691-5643530365018400468?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/feeds/5643530365018400468/comments/default' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/TQwEyZjp9uI/AAAAAAAABb8/jiAasqgV66c/S220/SAM_0349.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470496268411681691.post-3962488061260868767</id><published>2010-08-14T16:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T16:44:43.033-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tempo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='re-unir'/><title type='text'>Tempo e tempo</title><content type='html'>E tempo de fazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e acontecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De re-unir&lt;br /&gt;Unir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470496268411681691-3962488061260868767?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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deixar ver com o coração?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O racional vê sim,claro,mesmo que&amp;nbsp; o emocional já o tenha visto há tempos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E às vezes o proposito alcança o objetivo.&lt;br /&gt;E nos deixamos levar;nos deixamos maravilhosamente nos levar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tudo flui,tudo vai.&lt;br /&gt;E ainda atribuímos a um momento&amp;nbsp; " boa sorte".&lt;br /&gt;E não agradecemos,pq ao nosso ver,nada temos a agradecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolos somos e sempre o seremos se não percebermos como as coisas realmente são.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não é igual a ontem,tampouco&amp;nbsp; o será amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E qual o custo disto?&lt;br /&gt;É viver numa ilusão,achando que o propósito já o foi.&lt;br /&gt;Novamente, tolos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O propósito o é,sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Poucas coisas são momentâneas na vida; a felicidade dos tolos é uma delas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se há entrega há satisfação.&lt;br /&gt;Se planta o bem,o colhe também.&lt;br /&gt;Precisa mais?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradecer sempre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470496268411681691-4683716264061089709?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/feeds/4683716264061089709/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470496268411681691&amp;postID=4683716264061089709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/4683716264061089709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/4683716264061089709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Um.&lt;br /&gt;A união se faz necessária desde sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja dizem os mais apaixonados,somos metade de algo,a procura da outra metade.&lt;br /&gt;Isso é uma constante,verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Mas somos várias metades,a procura das metades restante e então nos tornamos Um novamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como em outrora.&lt;br /&gt;Alguns conseguem se recordar,outros acham dejá vu;ainda fica aquela sensação do já feito anteriormente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas se sabemos o que tem de ser feito,porque não o fazemos,procuramos negar,esgotar as possibilidades,até realmente crer e acreditar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já basta,o momento é esse a hora é agora.&lt;br /&gt;União é a palavra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unir&lt;br /&gt;Um!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470496268411681691-3769070890272967155?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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oportunidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também concordo com tudo acima.&lt;br /&gt;Mas digo que também é possivel sim aproveitar a tristeza,os momentos de solidão.&lt;br /&gt;Dá até pra se dar o luxo de sentir a depressão.&lt;br /&gt;E porque não?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É bom sim,se deixar tomar por um choro,por uma tristeza sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;Deixar ficar triste,sentir a tristeza em mais profunda,mergulhar nela e depois vir à tona com total revigoração.&lt;br /&gt;O prazer da felicidade plena só é possivel se não há sentimentos opostos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permita-se sentir a tristeza,a depressão,pra depois gozar da felicidade,da alegria completa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470496268411681691-5386673712855013225?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/TQwEyZjp9uI/AAAAAAAABb8/jiAasqgV66c/S220/SAM_0349.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470496268411681691.post-4615549238713787566</id><published>2010-03-12T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T11:55:33.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>" Dejá vu "</title><content type='html'>De acordo com a Wikipédia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe-se que nossa &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mem%C3%B3ria" title="Memória"&gt;memória&lt;/a&gt; às vezes pode falhar; nem sempre  consegue-se distinguir o que é novo do que já era conhecido. Eu já li  este livro? Já assisti a este filme? Já estive neste lugar antes? Eu  conheço esse sujeito? - essas são perguntas corriqueiras de nossa vida.  No entanto, essas dúvidas não são acompanhadas daquele sentimento de  estranheza que é indispensável ao verdadeiro &lt;i&gt;déjà vu&lt;/i&gt;. Eu posso  até me sentir um pouco confuso, ou indeciso, ou triste por sentir que  minha memória já não tem a limpidez de outros tempos, mas isso é  natural; o sentimento associado ao &lt;i&gt;déjà vu&lt;/i&gt; clássico não é o de  confusão ou de dúvida, mas sim o de estranheza. Não há nada de estranho  em não lembrar de um livro que se leu ou de um filme a que se assistiu;  estranho (e aqui entra-se no &lt;i&gt;déjà vu&lt;/i&gt;) é sentir que a cena que  parece familiar não deveria sê-lo. Tem-se a sensação esquisita de estar  revivendo alguma experiência passada, sabendo que é materialmente  impossível que ela tenha algum dia ocorrido. Mas, o que é mais  intrigante nesta questão é o fato do indivíduo poder, nestas  circunstâncias, experimentar esta estranha sensação de já ter vivenciado  o que lhe ocorre, e além disso, também poder relatar (antes de uma  observação) quais serão os acontecimentos seguintes que se manifestarão  nesta sua experiência.&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, sabe-se que o uso pode mudar o significado das palavras,  seja para ampliá-lo, seja para restringi-lo. Embora se possa lamentar  algumas dessas mudanças (nos casos em que se gostasse mais do  significado primitivo, originário), é preciso ver, nesse processo de  mutação semântica, um fator extremamente benéfico e enriquecedor do  idioma. Colocando em termos bem concretos: os dicionários engrossam não  apenas pelos novos vocábulos que entram no léxico, mas também (e  principalmente) pelos novos significados que são acrescidos aos verbetes  já existentes. Quando a expressão &lt;i&gt;déjà vu&lt;/i&gt; saiu das publicações  especializadas em &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neurologia" title="Neurologia"&gt;neurologia&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psicologia" title="Psicologia"&gt;psicologia&lt;/a&gt;  para entrar na imprensa comum, o público, atraído por sua tradução  literal ("já visto"), passou a usá-la para designar aquelas situações em  que a pessoa tem a sensação de estar vivenciando algo que lhe parece  familiar. Pode parecer ironia, mas a expressão que a linguagem técnica  associa à estranheza passou, na linguagem usual, a indicar  familiaridade. É nesse sentido que escreveu um conhecido comentarista  político: "Assistir à instalação na nova CPI trouxe-me uma triste  sensação de &lt;i&gt;déjà vu&lt;/i&gt;" -, um lamento que equivale à forma popular  "eu já vi esse filme".&lt;br /&gt;Parece que o deslizamento semântico da expressão ainda não  estabilizou: já há quem use a expressão para designar simplesmente uma  situação que está acontecendo pela segunda vez: "Eu não fiquei  embaraçado com a cena, porque para mim ela já era um &lt;i&gt;déjà vu&lt;/i&gt;". No  filme &lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matrix" title="Matrix"&gt;Matrix&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Keanu_Reeves" title="Keanu Reeves"&gt;Keanu  Reeves&lt;/a&gt; vê, com um intervalo mínimo, um gato passar duas vezes por  uma porta, e descreve o fato como um &lt;i&gt;déjà vu&lt;/i&gt; - aqui num emprego  ainda mais distante do primitivo, pois designa o fato de ele realmente  ter visto uma coisa acontecer duas vezes. Com essa atual indefinição de  significados, recomenda-se cercar de todas as cautelas possíveis o uso  desta expressão, pois nada assegura que os leitores vão entendê-la da  mesma forma que quem a escreveu.&lt;br /&gt;Os especialistas reagem contra a limitação do "vu", que restringiria  ao mundo do que pode ser "visto", e já soltaram por aí formas paralelas  que fariam referência mais específica aos vários tipos de situação:  "déjà véanus" ("já vivido"), "déjà lu" ("já lido"), "déjà entendu" ("já  ouvido"), "déjà visité" ("já visitado") - o que pode um dia acarretar um  "déjà mangé" ("já comido") ou um "déjà bu" ("já bebido").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="editsection"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="editsection"&gt;Para mim,nada mais é do que a lembrança do já vivido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="editsection"&gt;E como são boas essas lembranças,me trazem um sorriso inesperado e espontâneo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="editsection"&gt;É mais como uma sensação boa revivida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="editsection"&gt;&lt;br /&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/470496268411681691-4615549238713787566?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/feeds/4615549238713787566/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470496268411681691&amp;postID=4615549238713787566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/4615549238713787566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/4615549238713787566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/2010/03/deja-vu.html' title='&quot; Dejá vu &quot;'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017690990680908257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/TQwEyZjp9uI/AAAAAAAABb8/jiAasqgV66c/S220/SAM_0349.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470496268411681691.post-7805623849052830748</id><published>2010-03-06T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T07:54:07.927-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentindo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='querido diário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fluir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agradecendo'/><title type='text'>Agradecendo</title><content type='html'>Por cada benção recebida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pelo dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por tudo que passei e passarei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por cada momento com cada pessoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pelos bons momentos e pelos ruins também&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pela fartura e pela falta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por tudo a cada dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E vcs agradecem por tudo?? Eu aprendi recentemente a agradecer por tudo.Antes só pedia e pedia; e, como muitos,só me apegava na hora so sufoco.Só agradecia também ao "bom". Fui aprendendo a agradecer por TODAS as dádivas,mesmo que eu ache que não são.&lt;br /&gt;E mudei,aliás,muita coisa mudou,de dentro pra fora e de fora pra dentro.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeçam sempre,a vida é uma banção única.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470496268411681691-7805623849052830748?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/feeds/7805623849052830748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470496268411681691&amp;postID=7805623849052830748&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/7805623849052830748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/7805623849052830748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/2010/03/agradecendo.html' title='Agradecendo'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017690990680908257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/TQwEyZjp9uI/AAAAAAAABb8/jiAasqgV66c/S220/SAM_0349.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470496268411681691.post-2082204912249033364</id><published>2010-02-17T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T06:05:55.870-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentindo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pedaços'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='querido diário'/><title type='text'>Mais pedaços se vão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/S3v3nMdLCMI/AAAAAAAABD8/LPDv13pMU7Q/s1600-h/renascer_imagem_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/S3v3nMdLCMI/AAAAAAAABD8/LPDv13pMU7Q/s320/renascer_imagem_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sinto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pedaços estão a se desprender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ou a ser retirados,extirpados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É algo como uma dor intensa sem fim&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E vem o conviver com a dor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dual,como muitas coisas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/470496268411681691-2082204912249033364?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/feeds/2082204912249033364/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470496268411681691&amp;postID=2082204912249033364&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470496268411681691.post-7108954468547861005</id><published>2010-02-16T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T07:14:47.765-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deixar sentir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a promessa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o prometido'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deixar'/><title type='text'>A espera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/S3q2NKH-BII/AAAAAAAABD0/AQ8gGe0bQu8/s1600-h/Paisagem_a_espera_de_um_homem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/S3q2NKH-BII/AAAAAAAABD0/AQ8gGe0bQu8/s320/Paisagem_a_espera_de_um_homem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pode ser longa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pode ser dolorosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;até mesmo penosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas lembremos que SÓ depende de nós mesmos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Faço da minha espera,agradável.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como em uma viagem de horas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aproveito cada momento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Observo cada paisagem,pessoa,detalhes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Procuro tirar a lição da espera,do que passa,passou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E chego ao destino - chegamos - com uma "bagagem" recheada de coisas boas de histórias pra contar e impressões pra compartilhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470496268411681691-7108954468547861005?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/feeds/7108954468547861005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470496268411681691&amp;postID=7108954468547861005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/7108954468547861005'/><link 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deixar sentir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='energia'/><title type='text'>Há um movimento</title><content type='html'>Sim,há. &lt;br /&gt;Forte e denso.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto mudanças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluxo de energia forte.&lt;br /&gt;Picos moderados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Força,muita força.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entereguemos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470496268411681691-1378747457585580257?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/feeds/1378747457585580257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470496268411681691&amp;postID=1378747457585580257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/1378747457585580257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/1378747457585580257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/2010/02/ha-um-movimento.html' title='Há um movimento'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017690990680908257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/TQwEyZjp9uI/AAAAAAAABb8/jiAasqgV66c/S220/SAM_0349.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470496268411681691.post-8522579484158533070</id><published>2010-02-07T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T17:10:07.332-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deixar sentir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='querido diário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='força'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fluir'/><title type='text'>Você é o que você diz ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dizemos;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;conte comigo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vamos juntos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apenas uma coisa é o que é - o LÁ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E lá,não há a dualidade,os sentimentos e egos que (às vezes) somos obrigados a viver e conviver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E cada vez que vamos no lá,mais nos aproximamos,aprofundamos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mais o nó se fortalece e temos certeza de escolhas,entendimentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E quando cá estamos,ouso a dizer que o fluir é fácil,o sentir é entendido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E quando falamos cá,sentimos e "experenciamos" e não o somos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A dualidade comanda (assim o penso) e "nada é o que parece".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Atos vindos da mente ao invés do coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Causa confusão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(às vezes dor e sofrimento)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Passo por momentos confusoso,mas "apenas" por ouvir demais o coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como dizemos Lá,seguimos e deixemos fluir,sentir,ouvir o coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;(Desculpem aos leitores mais assíduos,por aqui momentos com alguma turbulência;sempre seguimos,unidos pelo Amor e compreensão.Neste espaço divido minhas experiências,meus sentimentos e pensamento.Obrigada)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470496268411681691-8522579484158533070?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/feeds/8522579484158533070/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470496268411681691&amp;postID=8522579484158533070&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/8522579484158533070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/8522579484158533070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/2010/02/voce-e-o-que-voce-diz.html' title='Você é o que você diz ?'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017690990680908257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/TQwEyZjp9uI/AAAAAAAABb8/jiAasqgV66c/S220/SAM_0349.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470496268411681691.post-7931852679575658904</id><published>2010-02-01T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T08:23:05.334-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Equilibrio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Razão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dualidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emoção'/><title type='text'>O limite da razão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/S2b_yt9-njI/AAAAAAAABCo/GHu5P23k_rE/s1600-h/meditar4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/S2b_yt9-njI/AAAAAAAABCo/GHu5P23k_rE/s400/meditar4.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Até onde vai a razão e começa a emoção?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seria semelhante ao "meu limite acaba quando o seu começa"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sei que muitas vezes somos dominados mais pela emoção que pela razão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Noutras deixamos o coração comandar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por muito tempo,o emocional&amp;nbsp; tomou conta de mim;aprendi a dosá-lo com pitadas de razão(sempre escutando e sentindo com o coração).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agora quando "aprendi" o inverso,ser mais razão com pitadas de emoção(guiada sempre pelo coração);simplesmente sentia que faltava algo,aliás,sentia,mas não identificava.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Era quase como uma cegueira proposital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mais ou menos como está lá,eu sei que está,mas prefiro nao enxergar pq não quero encarar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E como é cômodo ficar nessa situação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agora,digo de experiência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não (conseguia?) enxergar as situações como o são.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sempre ia na razão,encontrava causa e consequência,sem limite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E perdurou por longos tempos,agora me atrevo e menciono talvez tempo demais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por está mais racional,(menos dual?) achei que sabia dicernir tudo ao meu redor e fora dele também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando deixamos a razão sem limites,mesmo que - seja preferível achar que não - deixamos de escutar um pouco o coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E aí,a razão perde o limite,a emoção se perde junto ao limite da razão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fica uma confusão que a vontade que há é "sumir" hipoteticamente falando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas deixa que tudo tem sua hora,seu momento e propósito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nos cabe parar e (ao menos tentar) equilibrar ao máximo sentimentos tão opostos,tão dúbios,mas que fazem parte da realidade de todos nós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E vocês,são mais emoção,razão...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470496268411681691-7931852679575658904?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/feeds/7931852679575658904/comments/default' 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(Verdadeiro)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/S1mrgI75C8I/AAAAAAAABBo/ak3wN3Y57fc/s1600-h/teardrop-cooke-50.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/S1mrgI75C8I/AAAAAAAABBo/ak3wN3Y57fc/s400/teardrop-cooke-50.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A realidade é real ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O que falamos e,dizemos que sentimos o é também ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Observo uma explosão de sentimentos por aí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas serão eles reais,verdadeiros ou "da boca pra fora" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isso me tira o sono,às vezes do sério.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não concordo com demostrações de afeto e amor em demasia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Penso logo que seriam auto afirmações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Definitivamente pouco é real,verdadeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fácil demais falar e escrever sobre sentimentos,colocar em caixa alta EU TE AMO,mas será mesmo ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Confesso que nunca gostei muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acredito muito mais nas palavras sejam ouvidas ou faladas quando nos veêm na hora precisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Afirmo (redundante) é real tanto amor falado todos os dias ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mais real seria falado no dia/hora/momento certo,não seria por acaso,aliás,nada o é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O sentir é real,mas sentimos mesmo ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ou queremos tanto sentir que é mais prático afirmar que sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sou a favor do falar,do expôr sem receios,sem amarras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apenas quando se quer,quando realmente vem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Essa é a hora,o momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vem sem avisar,sem confirmar;nos resta apenas deixar fluir,falar,sentir,experenciar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu amor,várias pessoas,de várias maneiras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não afirmo todos os dias,não sinto todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando o sinto,falo,afirmo,em solo;quando não,penso,envio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pense,sinta.&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/470496268411681691-6111016880334217235?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/feeds/6111016880334217235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470496268411681691&amp;postID=6111016880334217235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/6111016880334217235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/6111016880334217235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-que-e-real-verdadeiro.html' title='O que é real ?? (Verdadeiro)'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017690990680908257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/TQwEyZjp9uI/AAAAAAAABb8/jiAasqgV66c/S220/SAM_0349.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/S1mrgI75C8I/AAAAAAAABBo/ak3wN3Y57fc/s72-c/teardrop-cooke-50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470496268411681691.post-6477713062463619825</id><published>2010-01-05T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T06:58:00.461-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deixar sentir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fluir'/><title type='text'>O que sinto,sentimos e vivenciamos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/S0NSbMnrmcI/AAAAAAAABBg/soJHg4xKX4g/s1600-h/dente-de-leao2-736858.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/S0NSbMnrmcI/AAAAAAAABBg/soJHg4xKX4g/s400/dente-de-leao2-736858.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não recordo em exato desde quando eu sinto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apenas o momento em que fui orientada a deixar sentir e fluir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu lutava contra com todas as minhas forças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não compreendia o "passar mal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ficava realmente "doente" aos olhos de alguns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Após o primeiro entendimento,que pra mim fez total sentido,já conseguia lidar melhor,interpretar,obrservar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Numa das últimas vezes parecia que me tinham "sugado" as forças,toda a minha energia. Além da moleza,sentia ânsia.tontura,dor de cabeça que parecia não ter fim. O corpo pedia descanso,assim o fiz e aos poucos,retornei.E num espaço bem curto senti de novo,depois entendi o porquê.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;São aprendizados,que aceitando,fica mais fácil entender,mesmo sem compreender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permita-se sentir,fluir. &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/470496268411681691-6477713062463619825?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/feeds/6477713062463619825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470496268411681691&amp;postID=6477713062463619825&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/2009/12/quatro-minutos-e-treze-segundos-de-sua.html' title='Quatro minutos e quatorze segundos de sua atenção,por favor.'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017690990680908257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/TQwEyZjp9uI/AAAAAAAABb8/jiAasqgV66c/S220/SAM_0349.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470496268411681691.post-71010445127856505</id><published>2009-12-16T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:35:58.323-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Ah,o Amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/SylEfqE9OEI/AAAAAAAAA_s/Nzv4hiDfOiI/s1600-h/orkut-hi5-coracao_%2886%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/SylEfqE9OEI/AAAAAAAAA_s/Nzv4hiDfOiI/s400/orkut-hi5-coracao_%2886%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É lindo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É puro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É emoção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É acalentador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aquece e acalma,faz um sentir bem,traz esperança, fé...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só quem o sente- ou já sentiu - sabe o prazer infinito que há.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixemos as amarras da insegurança serem desatadas pelo Amor,deixe ele entrar em sua vida também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu digo,não há arrependimento - experiência própria.&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/470496268411681691-71010445127856505?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/feeds/71010445127856505/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470496268411681691&amp;postID=71010445127856505&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/71010445127856505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/71010445127856505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/2009/12/aho-amor.html' title='Ah,o Amor...'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017690990680908257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/TQwEyZjp9uI/AAAAAAAABb8/jiAasqgV66c/S220/SAM_0349.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/SylEfqE9OEI/AAAAAAAAA_s/Nzv4hiDfOiI/s72-c/orkut-hi5-coracao_%2886%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470496268411681691.post-514228979235863908</id><published>2009-12-05T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T10:10:00.938-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grande Mestre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lições'/><title type='text'>Lição aprendida</title><content type='html'>Quando o homem se rende ao que tem de maior,&lt;br /&gt;toma consciencia que vida é amor e amor é vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470496268411681691-514228979235863908?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/feeds/514228979235863908/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470496268411681691&amp;postID=514228979235863908&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/514228979235863908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/514228979235863908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/2009/12/licao-aprendida.html' title='Lição aprendida'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017690990680908257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/TQwEyZjp9uI/AAAAAAAABb8/jiAasqgV66c/S220/SAM_0349.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470496268411681691.post-5068273691217668751</id><published>2009-11-21T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T10:53:00.222-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentindo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entrega'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='querido diário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fluir'/><title type='text'>Entrega</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/SwaUU2XfusI/AAAAAAAAA9U/5RIUpHHoDAg/s1600/renascer_imagem_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/SwaUU2XfusI/AAAAAAAAA9U/5RIUpHHoDAg/s400/renascer_imagem_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diante de alguns acontecimentos desta guerreira que vos escreve eu me vi numa situação no minímo,complicada.&lt;br /&gt;Me sentia adormecida,dormente,paralisada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu&amp;nbsp; racional,não racionalizava,parava,falhava.&lt;br /&gt;Acabei deixando-me vencer e, assim o fiquei à mercê da maré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabia que bem não me fazia,mas não encontrava forças,vontade,fé,esperança a fim de reverter,amenizar que fosse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E veio a entrega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao viajante,pedi força,fé,sinais - e como pedimos !! - já mal vivia.&lt;br /&gt;Me entreguei como nunca - CORPO,ALMA,CORAÇÃO.&lt;br /&gt;E limpei a mente(que já não havia muito).&lt;br /&gt;E deixei-me ser guiada,levada(sem nenhuma espectativa,sem medos,aflições).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E voltei melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Atrevo-me a dizer que não curada.&lt;br /&gt;A parte que pensei ter morrido,que não mais voltaria,está aqui,mas não como era antes.Mudada,e com uma grande cicatriz pra lembrar sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E deixo agora que Ele me guie,que tome o rumo da minha vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470496268411681691-5068273691217668751?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/feeds/5068273691217668751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470496268411681691&amp;postID=5068273691217668751&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/5068273691217668751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/5068273691217668751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/2009/11/entrega.html' title='Entrega'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017690990680908257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/TQwEyZjp9uI/AAAAAAAABb8/jiAasqgV66c/S220/SAM_0349.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/SwaUU2XfusI/AAAAAAAAA9U/5RIUpHHoDAg/s72-c/renascer_imagem_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470496268411681691.post-9023910206476503162</id><published>2009-11-16T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T03:39:54.528-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morrer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='querido diário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='renascer'/><title type='text'>Morrendo aos poucos,ou seria renascendo ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/SwE5wzT06zI/AAAAAAAAA8k/YlQkiz4uJgI/s1600/alma-morrendo-62c44.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/SwE5wzT06zI/AAAAAAAAA8k/YlQkiz4uJgI/s320/alma-morrendo-62c44.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sinto que morri um pouquinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que me foi "tirado", "sugado" um pouco de vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Talvez seja impressão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sinto que não o é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apenas a certeza de deixar fluir,realmente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Literalmente ao pé da letra (como dizem).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A vontade,o desejo e a força de lutar parecem adormecidos,cansados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cansaço em quase todos os aspectos imagináveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma imensa e quase incontrolável vontade de adormecer.(que insisto em lutar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seria para sempre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ou seria um renascimento?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ao mesmo que sinto(e sei) que ainda há dentro de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas a vontade não é mais a mesma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Na minha dualidade,procuro uma razão,algo extremamente racional e de fácil entendimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E me vem,seria um renascer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um dormir pra (re)acordar?&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/470496268411681691-9023910206476503162?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/feeds/9023910206476503162/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470496268411681691&amp;postID=9023910206476503162&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470496268411681691.post-6280936435518020110</id><published>2009-11-14T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:49:00.910-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sensações'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='querido diário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='força'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fluir'/><title type='text'>Meditando (em 13.11.2009)</title><content type='html'>&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/Sv2uomf9WUI/AAAAAAAAA8U/yo0qa9QF9Fk/s1600-h/medita%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/Sv2uomf9WUI/AAAAAAAAA8U/yo0qa9QF9Fk/s320/medita%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E foi tanta energia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tanta Luz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O coração saltitava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As pernas,nem sentia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os braços dormentes,que pareciam não pertencer ao corpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uma tontura boa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dor na cabeça em vários pontos,por vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E energia que envolvia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que saía de dentro pra fora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Envolvia,dava voltas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Numa salada de cores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;cheiros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E tanta gente junta,na mesma sintonia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sentindo muito.(cheiros,toques,vento,àgua)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Emanando mais ainda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E sinto uma renovação celular,por assim dizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Falar que estou energicamente pronta e renovada seria,redundante da minha parte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uma força sem igual,impossivel não sentir &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ao final,sentimos e dividimos o quanto fo bom e espcial para cada um.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470496268411681691-6280936435518020110?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/feeds/6280936435518020110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/Sv2uomf9WUI/AAAAAAAAA8U/yo0qa9QF9Fk/s72-c/medita%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470496268411681691.post-5850556277626774886</id><published>2009-10-31T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T15:44:18.556-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calmaria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sensações'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bonança'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='querido diário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paz'/><title type='text'>E passou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/Suy9tIoH8BI/AAAAAAAAA6w/jI4ajJ1IQ4E/s1600-h/flores_-5049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/Suy9tIoH8BI/AAAAAAAAA6w/jI4ajJ1IQ4E/s400/flores_-5049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E depois de uma confusão de sentimentos,consegui,enfim me organizar.&lt;br /&gt;Harmonizar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais parecia uma TPM com final de gravidez.&lt;br /&gt;Sobe e desce de emoções sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;E foi afetando um a um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E cheguei a pensar(mais uma vez) que não daria conta de tanto sentimento indo e vindo.&lt;br /&gt;Aí,leio palavras guardadas,lembro de bons momentos,coloco tudo junto e vou misturando.&lt;br /&gt;Foi difícil sim,complicado demais,mas passou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acima de tudo,segui meu coração,meu instinto.&lt;br /&gt;Pedi sim,muita força pra continuar guerreando,fé em mim mesma(às vezes titubeio) e poder racionalizar na hora certa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E foi.Quase que simples assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora vejo uma calmaria,uma bonança.&lt;br /&gt;Colocando flores e cores na casa,que nunca é demais.&lt;br /&gt;O corpo ainda pede descanso em alguns dias,momentos e me entrego.&lt;br /&gt;Um sono profundo,cheiros deliciosos,toques,abraços e afagos.&lt;br /&gt;E como é bom,poder ver e sentir que tudo passa.&lt;br /&gt;Que o aperreio de outra hora,agora lembro com orgulho,dizendo que passou,passamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E vamos,como diria &lt;a href="http://viajantesalados.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ela&lt;/a&gt;,que sempre me ensina,me mostra e me indicou vários caminhos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470496268411681691-5850556277626774886?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/TQwEyZjp9uI/AAAAAAAABb8/jiAasqgV66c/S220/SAM_0349.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/Suy9tIoH8BI/AAAAAAAAA6w/jI4ajJ1IQ4E/s72-c/flores_-5049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470496268411681691.post-8270300951534405669</id><published>2009-10-24T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T07:00:01.315-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sensações'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='querido diário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acontece'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='energia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mudanças'/><title type='text'>Acontece,acontecendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/SuBBny1q22I/AAAAAAAAA6g/m3-cuR18grg/s1600-h/curayq9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/SuBBny1q22I/AAAAAAAAA6g/m3-cuR18grg/s640/curayq9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E que semana cheia de sentimentos confusos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Na verdade,tenho apenas uma certeza; de que houve algum pico ou irá,a energia mudou,está mudando,digamos assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;São avisos,sinais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fico atenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coração acelera,palpita,parece pular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dá ânsia,ansiedade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mal estar,agonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que venha,então.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que estejamos juntos,mãos dadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aqui ou lá e aqui e lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pensamento unidos,voltados aos quatro cantos do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mandando&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Energia,Paz,Amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigamos o coração,intuição,amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que a sintonia seja a mesma,a emanação uma só.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigamos no Amor,na Luz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emanando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/470496268411681691-8270300951534405669?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/feeds/8270300951534405669/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470496268411681691&amp;postID=8270300951534405669&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/8270300951534405669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/8270300951534405669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/2009/10/aconteceacontecendo.html' title='Acontece,acontecendo'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017690990680908257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/TQwEyZjp9uI/AAAAAAAABb8/jiAasqgV66c/S220/SAM_0349.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/SuBBny1q22I/AAAAAAAAA6g/m3-cuR18grg/s72-c/curayq9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470496268411681691.post-8742052481347006930</id><published>2009-10-21T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T07:00:00.139-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entendendo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='querido diário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='energia'/><title type='text'>Sentindo,entendendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/St3RTP5TKNI/AAAAAAAAA6I/A8AcbvW9Jno/s1600-h/Fadas+e+unicornio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/St3RTP5TKNI/AAAAAAAAA6I/A8AcbvW9Jno/s400/Fadas+e+unicornio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Segunda feira eu estava uma confusão de sentimentos que parecia interminável...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em alguns espisódios de minha vida há a razão e motivo dessas confusões sentimentais,por assim dizer. No inicío cheguei a achar "coincidência";mas aprendi que a coincidência não existe,em tudo há motivo,há porquê.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi a ficar mais atenta;olhos,ouvidos e principalmente coração,intuição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senti raiva,angustia,ansiedade,felicidade,alegria,excitação no decorrer do dia.A impaciência era pertinente,ainda culpei os hormônios,os tempo e o que mais eu conseguisse colocar a culpa.Uma melancolia,um choro contido,não sufocado,vontade de chorar até soluçar...&lt;br /&gt;Finalizei o dia com uma irritabilidade que nem eu me aguentava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consegui racionalizar que algo acontecia,ou já havia acontecido.E no dia seguinte,num breve telefonema,confirmei&amp;nbsp; que havia sim acontecido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E depois,peço,entrego.Conforto é sempre bom,mesmo que alguns achem que não é necessário.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Sentindo,entendendo'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017690990680908257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/TQwEyZjp9uI/AAAAAAAABb8/jiAasqgV66c/S220/SAM_0349.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/St3RTP5TKNI/AAAAAAAAA6I/A8AcbvW9Jno/s72-c/Fadas+e+unicornio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470496268411681691.post-594112416221246945</id><published>2009-10-18T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T14:13:01.591-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='força'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fluir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexos'/><title type='text'>Reflexos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/StuEx2dpmzI/AAAAAAAAA6A/ilx4eiLRmiE/s1600-h/reflexo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/StuEx2dpmzI/AAAAAAAAA6A/ilx4eiLRmiE/s320/reflexo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando olho no espelho e nem me vejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando me procuro e nem me acho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(não me reconheço)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Será só comigo ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Será normal ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Noutrora me vejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vejo luz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Irradio luz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tudo fica diferente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Outra cor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A beleza irradia,transparece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Espairece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E tudo fui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Segue o caminho,o fluxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E vamos aonde temos de ir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estamos aonde temos de estar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{não adianta lutar contra o inevitável,muitas vezes não compreendemos o que nos acontece,o aceitar é muitas vezes doloroso,penoso;mas tudo tem sua recompesa,seu motivo e razão,muitas vezes incompreendidos por nós)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470496268411681691-594112416221246945?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/feeds/594112416221246945/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470496268411681691&amp;postID=594112416221246945&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/594112416221246945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/594112416221246945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/2009/10/reflexos.html' title='Reflexos'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017690990680908257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/TQwEyZjp9uI/AAAAAAAABb8/jiAasqgV66c/S220/SAM_0349.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/StuEx2dpmzI/AAAAAAAAA6A/ilx4eiLRmiE/s72-c/reflexo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470496268411681691.post-2619085500664443295</id><published>2009-10-14T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T05:38:41.103-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiências'/><title type='text'>Experiências</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/StY_bwBk1mI/AAAAAAAAA5w/SXMRW0zvB0w/s1600-h/jardim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/StY_bwBk1mI/AAAAAAAAA5w/SXMRW0zvB0w/s320/jardim.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Há algum tempo participo{não ativamente}de meditações on line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sei que se perguntam,mas como meditar via internet??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tão fácil e eficaz quanto na "vida real".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Posso garantir que tenho tido experiências maravilhosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando quero e posso,me entrego totalmente e vou longe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que a experiência de quem medita é excelente ninguém duvida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agora fazê-la em grupo é simplesmente excitante,revigorante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Além de ir e voltar digamos outra pessoa,a sensação de paz é estimulante {revigorante}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As sensações são divididas,muitas vezes sentidas em grupo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A sensação é real,posso sentir toques,cheiros,abraços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Infelizmente poucos o fazem/acreditam;que pena realmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Penso,se soubesse,vivenciassem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Então eu sinto,vivencio, e deixo fluir,sempre.&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/470496268411681691-2619085500664443295?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/feeds/2619085500664443295/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470496268411681691&amp;postID=2619085500664443295&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/2619085500664443295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/2619085500664443295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/2009/10/experiencias.html' title='Experiências'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017690990680908257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/TQwEyZjp9uI/AAAAAAAABb8/jiAasqgV66c/S220/SAM_0349.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/StY_bwBk1mI/AAAAAAAAA5w/SXMRW0zvB0w/s72-c/jardim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470496268411681691.post-1935653541879022218</id><published>2009-10-07T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T06:48:02.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sensações'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='querido diário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='energia'/><title type='text'>E sinto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/SsycA1u_4CI/AAAAAAAAA4g/2Z9o7-fNyQ4/s1600-h/cabelos-ao-vento-090d1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/SsycA1u_4CI/AAAAAAAAA4g/2Z9o7-fNyQ4/s320/cabelos-ao-vento-090d1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como sinto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sensações que já compreendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Energias que consigo trabalhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lidar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No começo não e fácil,a gente acaba se entregando;às vezes o corpo padece e procuramos "um culpado",uma justificativa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Depois,da compreenssão,aceitação; fica mais brando,mais fácil de se conviver e até resolver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aceitação é um grande passo,pra mim foi complicado,sempre relutei,depois&amp;nbsp; me achei boba por não ter feito anteriormente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agora entendo e compreendo quem reluta,quem não "acredita" tanto assim.&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/470496268411681691-1935653541879022218?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/feeds/1935653541879022218/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470496268411681691&amp;postID=1935653541879022218&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/1935653541879022218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/1935653541879022218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-sinto.html' title='E sinto'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017690990680908257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/TQwEyZjp9uI/AAAAAAAABb8/jiAasqgV66c/S220/SAM_0349.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/SsycA1u_4CI/AAAAAAAAA4g/2Z9o7-fNyQ4/s72-c/cabelos-ao-vento-090d1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470496268411681691.post-7179363329271757012</id><published>2009-10-05T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T09:36:00.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentindo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trabalhos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fluir'/><title type='text'>Trabalhando ou trabalhado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/SsogRNVWkPI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/z5tfq0WZDa4/s1600-h/BXK20468_sol-vermelho800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/SsogRNVWkPI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/z5tfq0WZDa4/s320/BXK20468_sol-vermelho800.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Às vezes sentimos uma paz inexplicável&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(mesmo estando em momento não propicío)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um sono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(estando em plena atividade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A mente vagueia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(mesmo estando cheia,ocupada e pensante)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O corpo pede descanso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(mesmo nós achando que não precisando)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E,como antes já falado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixemos,respeitemos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sim,"trabalham" em nós e por nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alguém duvida?&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/470496268411681691-7179363329271757012?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/feeds/7179363329271757012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470496268411681691&amp;postID=7179363329271757012&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/7179363329271757012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/7179363329271757012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/2009/10/trabalhando-ou-trabalhado.html' title='Trabalhando ou trabalhado'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017690990680908257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/TQwEyZjp9uI/AAAAAAAABb8/jiAasqgV66c/S220/SAM_0349.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/SsogRNVWkPI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/z5tfq0WZDa4/s72-c/BXK20468_sol-vermelho800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470496268411681691.post-8148851283294841783</id><published>2009-10-02T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T17:37:00.152-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dualidade'/><title type='text'>Dúbio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/SsP7zCYhAhI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9pPXALTSqdc/s1600-h/Yin+Yang.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/SsP7zCYhAhI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9pPXALTSqdc/s320/Yin+Yang.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E há dias em que a gente quer o calor,mas quer o frio também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E podemos justificar e explanar o quanto não apenas queremos,mas o quanto nos é necessário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E em todos nós há algo assim,parecido ao menos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Todos somos dúbios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Temos nossos momentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Insanidades ou não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Certezas,corretas ou não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tudo é dúbio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E como resolver,depende do momento que estamos passando,vivenciando,experimentando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas tudo se completa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se compõe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se equilibra&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/470496268411681691-8148851283294841783?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/feeds/8148851283294841783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470496268411681691&amp;postID=8148851283294841783&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/8148851283294841783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/8148851283294841783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/2009/10/dubio.html' title='Dúbio'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017690990680908257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/TQwEyZjp9uI/AAAAAAAABb8/jiAasqgV66c/S220/SAM_0349.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/SsP7zCYhAhI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9pPXALTSqdc/s72-c/Yin+Yang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470496268411681691.post-4883197719201115178</id><published>2009-09-30T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T08:48:02.772-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='querido diário'/><title type='text'>Observar é preciso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/SsN9iQZnUHI/AAAAAAAAA34/n1NuZ_MitzY/s1600-h/Barco+na+calma.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/SsN9iQZnUHI/AAAAAAAAA34/n1NuZ_MitzY/s320/Barco+na+calma.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E muitas vezes é melhor ficar quieto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Observar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A vida me ensinou e,fiz questão de aprender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Algo acontece,ficar em atenção dobrada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trabalhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esperar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fazer o que pode,sabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pedir ajuda quando necessário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seguir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fluir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esperar&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/470496268411681691-4883197719201115178?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/feeds/4883197719201115178/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470496268411681691&amp;postID=4883197719201115178&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/4883197719201115178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/4883197719201115178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/2009/09/observar-e-preciso.html' title='Observar é preciso'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017690990680908257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/TQwEyZjp9uI/AAAAAAAABb8/jiAasqgV66c/S220/SAM_0349.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/SsN9iQZnUHI/AAAAAAAAA34/n1NuZ_MitzY/s72-c/Barco+na+calma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470496268411681691.post-1968877693098257717</id><published>2009-09-21T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T05:52:30.550-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dualidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paz'/><title type='text'>Uma PAZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/Srd2DD7JgQI/AAAAAAAAA3g/gHcijKhVAp4/s1600-h/CALMA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/Srd2DD7JgQI/AAAAAAAAA3g/gHcijKhVAp4/s320/CALMA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que me acalma e conforta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E faz meu coração acelerar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sim,é uma dualidade;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas uma dualidade boa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A sensação é boa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Os sentimentos serenos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixe-se sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fluir...&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/470496268411681691-1968877693098257717?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/feeds/1968877693098257717/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470496268411681691&amp;postID=1968877693098257717&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/1968877693098257717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/1968877693098257717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/2009/09/uma-paz.html' title='Uma PAZ'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017690990680908257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/TQwEyZjp9uI/AAAAAAAABb8/jiAasqgV66c/S220/SAM_0349.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/Srd2DD7JgQI/AAAAAAAAA3g/gHcijKhVAp4/s72-c/CALMA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470496268411681691.post-2811289025920357900</id><published>2009-09-16T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:15:00.105-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sensações'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='energia'/><title type='text'>Pessoas,lugares,energias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/Sq7847hD13I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/-RzwMZp2hVA/s1600-h/relva3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/Sq7847hD13I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/-RzwMZp2hVA/s320/relva3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes estamos em um lugar(ou chegamos nele) e sentimos algo não muito "bom".&lt;br /&gt;Fica uma sensação esquisita,um mal estar,dentre várias outras coisas,sensações e sentimento que variam de cada um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes,quando nem sabia muito bem como me entender eu simplesmente "fingia" que tudo aquilo não era comigo,ou seria algo que havia comido.&lt;br /&gt;E continuava aonde estava. E sempre piorava,sempre.Chegando até mesmo a adoecer fisicamente sem nenhuma explicação racional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o tempo,leitura pessoas especiais,fui enxergando e conseguindo interpretar o que acontecia comigo e à minha volta.&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que ficou "mais fácil" mas não menos complicado de lidar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje em dia,se vou a um lugar em que o ambiente/pessoas não me fazem bem,procuro sair dali; quase como uma fuga.Gosto mesmo é de poupar minha energia,canalizo-a em outras coisas/pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas ainda há muitas pessoas que insistem em nos sugar,em se alimentar de nossa energia;seja consciente ou inconscientemente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aconselho,se vc não se sente bem em determinado lugar e/ou com determinadas pessoas - mesmo sendo em família/amigos/afins - investigue,sinta e procure não se doar,não doar sua energia.&lt;br /&gt;Lugares e pessoas nos sugam,sejam por discurssões sem fundamento ou aquele clima pesado que fácil sentimos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes sinto dor de cabeça/ânsia/taquicardia - procuro me isolar(quando não sair),manter a mente focada e me entregar à Luz.Faço o que meu corpo pede,seja um breve cochilo inesperado ou fechar os olhos e ir longe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respeite sempre os seus limites,sempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470496268411681691-2811289025920357900?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/feeds/2811289025920357900/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470496268411681691&amp;postID=2811289025920357900&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/2811289025920357900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/2811289025920357900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/2009/09/pessoaslugaresenergias.html' title='Pessoas,lugares,energias'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017690990680908257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/TQwEyZjp9uI/AAAAAAAABb8/jiAasqgV66c/S220/SAM_0349.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/Sq7847hD13I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/-RzwMZp2hVA/s72-c/relva3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470496268411681691.post-1357282667443426156</id><published>2009-09-14T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:15:47.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calmaria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bonança'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>A tempestade e a bonança</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/Sq74a2BN_HI/AAAAAAAAA3I/7Cq2C_JiCzk/s1600-h/Bonan%C3%A7a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/Sq74a2BN_HI/AAAAAAAAA3I/7Cq2C_JiCzk/s320/Bonan%C3%A7a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acho que todo mundo conhece bem o ditado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" depois da tempestade,vem a bonança"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E vejo e sinto isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Depois de tanta coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tantos atropelos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;atrapalhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agora vem a bonança...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A calmaria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A felicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E que venha !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470496268411681691-1357282667443426156?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/feeds/1357282667443426156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470496268411681691&amp;postID=1357282667443426156&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/1357282667443426156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/1357282667443426156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/2009/09/tempestade-e-bonanca.html' title='A tempestade e a bonança'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017690990680908257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/TQwEyZjp9uI/AAAAAAAABb8/jiAasqgV66c/S220/SAM_0349.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/Sq74a2BN_HI/AAAAAAAAA3I/7Cq2C_JiCzk/s72-c/Bonan%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470496268411681691.post-7681384286365747818</id><published>2009-09-12T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T09:54:40.146-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciclos'/><title type='text'>E abriu e fechou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/SqvSDFq08SI/AAAAAAAAA3A/uv4OmbuSHzE/s1600-h/canne-al-vento.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/SqvSDFq08SI/AAAAAAAAA3A/uv4OmbuSHzE/s320/canne-al-vento.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fechou mais um ciclo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;uma parte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se abre então um novo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de novo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o novo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Todos com o mesmo pensar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mesmo sentimento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É a hora de colher,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de plantar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Afinal,como dizem,a gente colhe o que planta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Então vamos à colher,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a (re)plantar e acolher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470496268411681691-7681384286365747818?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/feeds/7681384286365747818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470496268411681691&amp;postID=7681384286365747818&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/7681384286365747818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/7681384286365747818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-abriu-e-fechou.html' title='E abriu e fechou'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017690990680908257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/TQwEyZjp9uI/AAAAAAAABb8/jiAasqgV66c/S220/SAM_0349.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/SqvSDFq08SI/AAAAAAAAA3A/uv4OmbuSHzE/s72-c/canne-al-vento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470496268411681691.post-3191916843693239590</id><published>2009-09-05T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T19:00:00.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='limpeza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acolhida'/><title type='text'>Acolhendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/SqJp4zEi6sI/AAAAAAAAA2o/TDFnZCX5oes/s1600-h/Pilares-da-Humanidade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/SqJp4zEi6sI/AAAAAAAAA2o/TDFnZCX5oes/s400/Pilares-da-Humanidade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Há um conforto (não conformidade)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como num grande e acolhedor abraço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sinto-me abraçada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;acolhida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tenho bases&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;estruturas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pilares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Posso e consigo respirar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;exalar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A compreenssão é melhor,mais clara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tudo parece mais límpido (lavado?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E vamos....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470496268411681691-3191916843693239590?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/feeds/3191916843693239590/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470496268411681691&amp;postID=3191916843693239590&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/3191916843693239590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/3191916843693239590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/2009/09/acolhendo.html' title='Acolhendo'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017690990680908257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/TQwEyZjp9uI/AAAAAAAABb8/jiAasqgV66c/S220/SAM_0349.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/SqJp4zEi6sI/AAAAAAAAA2o/TDFnZCX5oes/s72-c/Pilares-da-Humanidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470496268411681691.post-1662131599538486221</id><published>2009-09-03T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T07:39:25.700-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciclos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sensações'/><title type='text'>E sentimos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/Sp_UyAEjQ0I/AAAAAAAAA2g/6Ww9SnNU9iA/s1600-h/sol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/Sp_UyAEjQ0I/AAAAAAAAA2g/6Ww9SnNU9iA/s320/sol.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que algo mudou...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Completou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um ciclo fechado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A sensação de coisas boas é presente e se faz a cada dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agora contemplenos a plenitude que trouxe consigo a harmonia e a paz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que assim seja e assim será. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470496268411681691-1662131599538486221?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/feeds/1662131599538486221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470496268411681691&amp;postID=1662131599538486221&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/1662131599538486221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/1662131599538486221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-sentimos.html' title='E sentimos'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017690990680908257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/TQwEyZjp9uI/AAAAAAAABb8/jiAasqgV66c/S220/SAM_0349.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/Sp_UyAEjQ0I/AAAAAAAAA2g/6Ww9SnNU9iA/s72-c/sol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470496268411681691.post-3818703329967414845</id><published>2009-09-01T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T12:00:00.164-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selos'/><title type='text'>Selos</title><content type='html'>Antecipo que os selos que recebo,raras serão as vezes em que os repassarei,não por egoísmo.Mas nossa rede é tão grande e infinita que acho injusto escolher poucas pessoas a serem "premiadas"/"homenageadas".&lt;br /&gt;Então quem sentir-se à vontade para pegar os selos que aqui colocarei,assim o faça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/SpwsBG6zOTI/AAAAAAAAA2I/bKvr8KQCZIY/s1600-h/selo+com+nectar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/SpwsBG6zOTI/AAAAAAAAA2I/bKvr8KQCZIY/s320/selo+com+nectar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Esse veio dos &lt;a href="http://viajantesalados.blogspot.com/"&gt;Viajantes&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/SpwsTA0JLDI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/dkpPqZR7Na0/s1600-h/selo+Dona+atenciosa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/SpwsTA0JLDI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/dkpPqZR7Na0/s320/selo+Dona+atenciosa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Assim como o primeiro,também veio de &lt;a href="http://viajantesalados.blogspot.com/"&gt;lá&lt;/a&gt; ,que recebeu da &lt;a href="http://memoriasdevidaspassadas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Izabel&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Acompanha perguntas e respostas.&lt;/div&gt;Segue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E segue o selo para os que sentem a Soma mágica do Amor. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Onde há o Amor há Luz, é a liga que nos une. Aquece nosso coração dando aceso a nossa essência. É leve, sentido, morno, acolhedor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;abrangente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;. 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font-size: small;"&gt;É na energia coração que está a eterna canção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Tereza/CONFIG%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Style Definitions */p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-parent:"";	margin:0cm;	margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:12.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;	mso-header-margin:36.0pt;	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Tereza/CONFIG%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Style Definitions */p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-parent:"";	margin:0cm;	margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:12.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;	mso-header-margin:36.0pt;	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como regras, tem algumas perguntas a serem respondidas: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;1. Quando recebe comentários o que sente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;É bom saber o que pensam,o debater,o trocar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Tereza/CONFIG%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Style Definitions */p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-parent:"";	margin:0cm;	margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:12.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;	mso-header-margin:36.0pt;	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;2. Você responde os comentários individualmente ou costuma responder de maneira geral? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Tereza/CONFIG%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Style Definitions */p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-parent:"";	margin:0cm;	margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:12.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;	mso-header-margin:36.0pt;	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Geralmente não respondo,só se eu sentir que a precisa de resposta&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Então,seria individual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;3. Costuma visitar os Blogs que te visitam?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Tereza/CONFIG%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Style Definitions */p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-parent:"";	margin:0cm;	margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:12.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;	mso-header-margin:36.0pt;	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Tereza/CONFIG%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Style Definitions */p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-parent:"";	margin:0cm;	margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:12.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;	mso-header-margin:36.0pt;	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Sim,e os que me linkam aqui o faço também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;4. Se tivesse que escolher um(a) único(a) blogueiro(a) para descrever o exemplo de atenção com os amigos(as), quem seria?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Tereza/CONFIG%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Style Definitions */p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-parent:"";	margin:0cm;	margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:12.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;	mso-header-margin:36.0pt;	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Seria os que respondem,os que não tem o Ego inflado pela "fama"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;5. Todos os(as) blogueiros(as) conheceu pela Internet ou conheceu algum(a) pessoalmente?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Tereza/CONFIG%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Style Definitions */p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-parent:"";	margin:0cm;	margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:12.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;	mso-header-margin:36.0pt;	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Já conheci muitos e belas amizades,outras nem tanto,uns mais próximos,outros apenas pela tela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Tereza/CONFIG%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Style Definitions */p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-parent:"";	margin:0cm;	margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:12.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;	mso-header-margin:36.0pt;	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470496268411681691-3818703329967414845?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/feeds/3818703329967414845/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470496268411681691&amp;postID=3818703329967414845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/3818703329967414845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/3818703329967414845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/2009/09/selos.html' title='Selos'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017690990680908257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/TQwEyZjp9uI/AAAAAAAABb8/jiAasqgV66c/S220/SAM_0349.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/SpwsBG6zOTI/AAAAAAAAA2I/bKvr8KQCZIY/s72-c/selo+com+nectar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470496268411681691.post-3828270079444460149</id><published>2009-08-31T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T12:54:46.200-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natureza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='querido diário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terra'/><title type='text'>Em contato com a natureza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/Spwpt-BNfRI/AAAAAAAAA2A/MkuhLLJxwIc/s1600-h/DSC06802.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/Spwpt-BNfRI/AAAAAAAAA2A/MkuhLLJxwIc/s320/DSC06802.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tão bom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nos faz um bem tão grande.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pés descalços,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Terra entre os dedos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nutrindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O balançar das àrvores com o vento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Transmite uma paz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Até a respiração suaviza,tranquiliza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E então passo a mão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sinto,da terra pro meu corpo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sou parte também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fecho os olhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Voo longe,sereno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E volto,tudo esta ali,do mesmo,quando antes de fechar os olhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Está o mesmo,mas não para mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O contato com a natureza é fundamental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470496268411681691-3828270079444460149?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/feeds/3828270079444460149/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470496268411681691&amp;postID=3828270079444460149&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/3828270079444460149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/3828270079444460149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/2009/08/em-contato-com-natureza.html' title='Em contato com a natureza'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017690990680908257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/TQwEyZjp9uI/AAAAAAAABb8/jiAasqgV66c/S220/SAM_0349.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/Spwpt-BNfRI/AAAAAAAAA2A/MkuhLLJxwIc/s72-c/DSC06802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470496268411681691.post-258085183718328333</id><published>2009-08-30T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T08:58:00.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='som'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mudanças'/><title type='text'>Ventos de Mudanças</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/Spf-ySGuuaI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/1viQFf6XRS8/s1600-h/vento.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/Spf-ySGuuaI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/1viQFf6XRS8/s320/vento.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma Alegria transborda&lt;br /&gt;Não é possivel conter o sorriso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um vento sopra&lt;br /&gt;Sinto mudança e mudanças&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O coração acelera,&lt;br /&gt;palpita&lt;br /&gt;pula&lt;br /&gt;quase sai do corpo pra dançar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que dança é essa&lt;br /&gt;Que som é esse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Som da canção&lt;br /&gt;do coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poucos entendem,compreendem&lt;br /&gt;Apenas sintam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; e deixem levar&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/470496268411681691-258085183718328333?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/feeds/258085183718328333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470496268411681691&amp;postID=258085183718328333&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/258085183718328333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/258085183718328333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/2009/08/ventos-de-mudancas.html' title='Ventos de Mudanças'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017690990680908257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/TQwEyZjp9uI/AAAAAAAABb8/jiAasqgV66c/S220/SAM_0349.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/Spf-ySGuuaI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/1viQFf6XRS8/s72-c/vento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470496268411681691.post-2893507416482614458</id><published>2009-08-29T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T08:54:00.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sensações'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fluir'/><title type='text'>Sentimentos e sensações</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/Spf-A_mWkeI/AAAAAAAAA1I/xAI1EeEVsZs/s1600-h/sentimentos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/Spf-A_mWkeI/AAAAAAAAA1I/xAI1EeEVsZs/s320/sentimentos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sentindo o que já senti antes&lt;br /&gt;E havia esquecido&lt;br /&gt;Sensação boa,de coisas boas&lt;br /&gt;Fica um sentimento bom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo as sensações que noutra hora haviam se perdido,esquecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando voltam,retornam&lt;br /&gt;Fica a sensação do sentimento conhecido,redescoberto&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sabendo que já havia sentido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E então,sentir e sentir&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Sensações&lt;br /&gt;Canções&lt;br /&gt;Coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470496268411681691-2893507416482614458?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/feeds/2893507416482614458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470496268411681691&amp;postID=2893507416482614458&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/2893507416482614458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/2893507416482614458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/2009/08/sentimentos-e-sensacoes.html' title='Sentimentos e sensações'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017690990680908257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/TQwEyZjp9uI/AAAAAAAABb8/jiAasqgV66c/S220/SAM_0349.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/Spf-A_mWkeI/AAAAAAAAA1I/xAI1EeEVsZs/s72-c/sentimentos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470496268411681691.post-7364751222426735314</id><published>2009-08-29T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T07:31:43.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentindo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='querido diário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acontece'/><title type='text'>Algo está acontecendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/Spk7ZuCkgMI/AAAAAAAAA1g/bZeOpy4YgQw/s1600-h/primaveraverao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/Spk7ZuCkgMI/AAAAAAAAA1g/bZeOpy4YgQw/s320/primaveraverao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ou se concretizando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fechando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Senti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desde Quinta feira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Claro,o racional procurou por motivos,razões.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pôrques.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Depois deixei fluir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vi que a "razão" era enérgica,com uma pitada de emocional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E curti,mesmo que não me agradasse muito o que sentia,que isto sim,era físico,de dentro pra fora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E já sabia,mas não lembrava da sensação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Parecia um "mareamento".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma mistura de enxaqueca,mal estar,enjôo,cansaço,dores fisícas,palpitações...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah,o cansaço,esse foi o gatilho - afinal,cansaço fisíco propriamente dito não havia razão,motivo,mas o emocional sim,com certeza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E fiz o que meu corpo mandava.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ficar quieta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Observar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Atenta aos sinais para tentar interpretar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E,acima de tudo,entreguei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tudo tem seu motivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sem coincidências,aconteceu porque era pra acontecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E do mesmo modo que começou,agora está; um leve mal estar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470496268411681691-7364751222426735314?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/feeds/7364751222426735314/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470496268411681691&amp;postID=7364751222426735314&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/7364751222426735314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/7364751222426735314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/2009/08/algo-esta-acontecendo.html' title='Algo está acontecendo'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017690990680908257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/TQwEyZjp9uI/AAAAAAAABb8/jiAasqgV66c/S220/SAM_0349.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/Spk7ZuCkgMI/AAAAAAAAA1g/bZeOpy4YgQw/s72-c/primaveraverao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470496268411681691.post-5467120954205024894</id><published>2009-08-28T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T08:58:10.021-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sensações'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='limpeza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='força'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='energia'/><title type='text'>Está vindo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/Spf9dOWKjCI/AAAAAAAAA1A/8bGCVwgfFUI/s1600-h/cachoeiras-escondidas-2261.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/Spf9dOWKjCI/AAAAAAAAA1A/8bGCVwgfFUI/s320/cachoeiras-escondidas-2261.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Está vindo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chegando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sentimentos vem à tona&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;velhos sentimentos...não,velhos não&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apenas aqueles noutra hora,momento esquecidos,abafados,reprimidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guardados e aguardados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixa sentir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sinta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vibre,acompanhe,receba,doe,agradeça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixe fluir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como as àguas da cachoeira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Com a força das àguas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A força que move até pedras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E sinto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E sentimos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alegria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Êxtase&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Excitação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tanta energia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tão natural&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muita força&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MUITA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Está ai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vindo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chegando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Basta sentir,de coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470496268411681691-5467120954205024894?l=diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/feeds/5467120954205024894/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470496268411681691&amp;postID=5467120954205024894&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/5467120954205024894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470496268411681691/posts/default/5467120954205024894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumaguerreiradaluz.blogspot.com/2009/08/esta-vindo.html' title='Está vindo...'/><author><name>Bia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017690990680908257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/TQwEyZjp9uI/AAAAAAAABb8/jiAasqgV66c/S220/SAM_0349.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NP5ilhUg5O0/Spf9dOWKjCI/AAAAAAAAA1A/8bGCVwgfFUI/s72-c/cachoeiras-escondidas-2261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
