<?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-527486365054500939</id><updated>2012-01-30T12:48:38.498-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas Mi@</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>164</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-8137920637490951485</id><published>2012-01-14T18:20:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T18:21:17.029-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bons tempos aqueles de minha infância!!</title><summary type='text'>...Thundercats ohhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!

.............Corrida Maluca..............A Penélope era a tal mesmo!!.......

...............Os Flinstones.......................o futuro na era da pedra......




</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8137920637490951485/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=8137920637490951485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/8137920637490951485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/8137920637490951485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2012/01/bons-tempos-aqueles-de-minha-infancia.html' title='Bons tempos aqueles de minha infância!!'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cjMJM1MDpzU/TxHhws1KWgI/AAAAAAAABEY/v0HwZGRl4ao/s72-c/_thunder1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-4800925208246974846</id><published>2011-11-20T11:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T11:53:35.636-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Oswaldo Montenegro - Quando A Gente Ama (Legendado)</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4800925208246974846/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=4800925208246974846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/4800925208246974846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/4800925208246974846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2011/11/oswaldo-montenegro-quando-gente-ama.html' title='Oswaldo Montenegro - Quando A Gente Ama (Legendado)'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SQJOr3cXul4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-989938873188315312</id><published>2011-11-08T23:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T23:02:24.980-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo o sentimento - Oswaldo Montenegro</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/989938873188315312/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=989938873188315312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/989938873188315312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/989938873188315312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2011/11/todo-o-sentimento-oswaldo-montenegro.html' title='Todo o sentimento - Oswaldo Montenegro'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xZQ_aZcpdY4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-2837147148880048636</id><published>2011-11-04T17:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T17:29:23.995-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleja é priorize o que é, de fato, importante na sua vida !!</title><summary type='text'>
"Precisamos reavaliar nossas prioridades. Vivemos sob tanta pressão que perdemos nossa capacidade de perceber o que de verdade importa. Como se não bastasse o mundo ter enlouquecido nos exigindo mais e mais, acabamos enlouquecendo com ele, achando que seríamos capazes de dar conta de todas essas exigências. Não somos! É simplesmente impossível. Precisamos entender isso sem nos sentir incapazes, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/2837147148880048636/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=2837147148880048636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/2837147148880048636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/2837147148880048636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2011/11/eleja-e-priorize-o-que-e-de-fato.html' title='Eleja é priorize o que é, de fato, importante na sua vida !!'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9fwT3-CM7nY/TrQ49r_iEqI/AAAAAAAABDk/bmYFTt6B_1Y/s72-c/dois-lados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-7440084991835682072</id><published>2011-10-24T18:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T18:58:38.571-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Carta do Cacique Mutua a todos os povos da Terra</title><summary type='text'>O Sol me acordou dançando no meu rosto. Pela manhã, atravessou a palha da oca e brincou com meus olhos sonolentos. O irmão Vento, mensageiro do Grande Espírito, soprou meu nome, fazendo tremer as folhas das plantas lá fora.Índios do Xingu.
Eu sou Mutua, cacique da aldeia dos Xavantes. Na nossa língua, Xingu quer dizer “água boa”, “água limpa”. É o nome do nosso rio sagrado.Como guiso da serpente,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7440084991835682072/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=7440084991835682072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/7440084991835682072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/7440084991835682072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2011/10/carta-do-cacique-mutua-todos-os-povos.html' title='Carta do Cacique Mutua a todos os povos da Terra'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-be-u7Cijd9s/TqXQoAeALVI/AAAAAAAABCU/3MDOKrFzjzc/s72-c/indios.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-7176211276821232974</id><published>2011-10-17T12:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T12:50:43.772-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Obra de Arte</title><summary type='text'>Quando você nasceu,
Deus não rogou uma praga para você ser tímido, distraído ou confuso.
Ele lhe proporcionou todas as ferramentas para você completar Sua criação.
Perguntado sobre como era criar uma obra de arte,
Michelangelo respondeu:
“Dentro da pedra já existe uma obra de arte.
Eu apenas tiro o excesso de mármore!”
Dentro de você já existe uma linda obra de arte, a mais bela do universo.
Seu </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7176211276821232974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=7176211276821232974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/7176211276821232974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/7176211276821232974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2011/10/obra-de-arte.html' title='Obra de Arte'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-8787391276115885886</id><published>2011-10-16T18:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T18:00:01.464-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu Aprendi</title><summary type='text'>Das experiências que tive, aprendi que certas coisas nunca mudam, mas a vida nunca será a  mesma todos os dias.
Rir, chorar, amar, odiar, entender, ignorar; uma certeza: a vida nunca será a mesma todos os dias! 
Têm dias em que tudo parece escuridão, têm outros, em que a vida sorri e as trevas ganham  luz. 
É difícil aprender que a verdade é relativa até que se tenha experiências suficientes.
É </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8787391276115885886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=8787391276115885886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/8787391276115885886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/8787391276115885886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2011/10/eu-aprendi.html' title='Eu Aprendi'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FmHkMBLWj-c/Tpssja5BPQI/AAAAAAAABBs/O-_nqCr6y2c/s72-c/Emoticons+e+sentimentos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-1409912688316719363</id><published>2011-09-25T20:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T20:19:06.472-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"DESABAFO"</title><summary type='text'>

Na fila do supermercado, o caixa diz uma senhora idosa:A senhora pediu desculpas e disse:                                                      - A senhora deveria trazer suas próprias sacolas para as compras, uma vez que sacos de plástico não são amigáveis ao meio ambiente.- Não havia essa onda verde no meu tempo.O empregado respondeu:- Esse é exatamente o nosso problema hoje, minha senhora. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1409912688316719363/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=1409912688316719363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/1409912688316719363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/1409912688316719363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2011/09/desabafo.html' title='&quot;DESABAFO&quot;'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bj896lFU0qo/Tn-yonKF8hI/AAAAAAAABBU/V16J5o1fOng/s72-c/copo-e-garrafa-de-leite-ce620.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-4138818814478805121</id><published>2011-09-25T10:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T10:24:51.187-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"EQUILÍBRIO"</title><summary type='text'>Muitas vezes leva-me a questionar, sobre o verdadeiro significado da vida. Não serão as pessoas, parte integrante dela? A pessoa é homem ou mulher em todo o seu ser e não unicamente na diferença do seu corpo. Mas, no seu entendimento evolutivo de modo a um futuro mais equilibrado, homogêneo, apoiando-se mutuamente sem que essas diferenças os separem, mas os juntem a enfrentar uma vida conjunta e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4138818814478805121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=4138818814478805121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/4138818814478805121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/4138818814478805121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2011/09/equilibrio.html' title='&quot;EQUILÍBRIO&quot;'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fH6J7l4Eqyc/Tn8l_RzxOPI/AAAAAAAABAw/XjNIhyTT7dg/s72-c/familia1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-6651783314673750144</id><published>2011-08-15T23:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T23:19:48.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poeira no vento</title><summary type='text'> Paula Fernandes   
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6651783314673750144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=6651783314673750144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/6651783314673750144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/6651783314673750144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2011/08/poeira-no-vento.html' title='Poeira no vento'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/q1suQuRGLIY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-5807657691033694680</id><published>2011-07-25T22:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T22:20:53.077-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem é o protagonista da sua vida?</title><summary type='text'>
Você têm sido o protagonista na construção da sua história, ou simples coadjuvante? Acredito que você é o projetista da sua vida e o principal executivo para fazer da sua vida, um sucesso.  
Um detalhe que pode fazer diferença, é imaginar que TODAS as  suas experiências positivas e negativas, boas e ruins, tristes e  alegres, de sucesso e de fracasso, são como uma tapeçaria gigante. Mas o  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/5807657691033694680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=5807657691033694680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/5807657691033694680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/5807657691033694680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2011/07/quem-e-o-protagonista-da-sua-vida.html' title='Quem é o protagonista da sua vida?'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-7591622425250617586</id><published>2011-07-24T21:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T21:30:32.305-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Resiliência"</title><summary type='text'>Resiliência é um termo proveniente da física que faz referência à capacidade que possui um corpo para recuperar sua forma original depois de suportar uma pressão. Resiliência não significa invulnerabilidade, nem impermeabilidade ao estresse. 

Está relacionada ao poder que a pessoa tem para enfrentar uma situação estressante e sair recuperada. A resiliência envolve fatores de risco e de proteção.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7591622425250617586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=7591622425250617586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/7591622425250617586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/7591622425250617586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2011/07/resiliencia.html' title='&quot;Resiliência&quot;'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NfoqIofsTJk/Tiy2FN1tQLI/AAAAAAAABAU/g3xMhNdLZe4/s72-c/resiliencia2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-6858712268830068490</id><published>2011-07-21T20:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T20:38:19.036-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Paula Fernandes, Victor &amp; Leo - Não Precisa</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6858712268830068490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=6858712268830068490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/6858712268830068490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/6858712268830068490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2011/07/paula-fernandes-victor-leo-nao-precisa.html' title='Paula Fernandes, Victor &amp; Leo - Não Precisa'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YBwuoIO2NNk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-6165155345805831329</id><published>2011-07-17T14:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T14:40:38.488-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SER FELIZ SEM TER MEDO DE FICAR SÓ</title><summary type='text'>
Ser feliz é encontrar força no perdão, esperança nas batalhas, segurança no medo, amor nos desencontros  e aprender estar só!.
Ser feliz não é apenas valorizar o sorriso, mas principalmente, refletir sobre a tristeza.
Não é apenas comemorar o sucesso, mas aprender  a lidar com os fracassos.
Ser feliz é reconhecer que vale a pena viver a vida apesar de todos os desafios,dos desencantos e das  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6165155345805831329/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=6165155345805831329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/6165155345805831329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/6165155345805831329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2011/07/ser-feliz-sem-ter-medo-de-ficar-so.html' title='SER FELIZ SEM TER MEDO DE FICAR SÓ'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hZUmHJpWstY/TiMaqfZAjxI/AAAAAAAAA_0/PderfVLg_FI/s72-c/ser+feliz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-1362079571231866962</id><published>2011-05-14T16:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T16:14:08.777-03:00</updated><title type='text'>“18 de Maio “DIA NACIONAL DE ENFRENTAMENTO AO ABUSO E EXPLORAÇÃO SEXUAL DE CRIANÇAS E ADOLESCENTES”</title><summary type='text'>O “Dia Nacional de Combate ao Abuso e à Exploração Sexual de Crianças e Adolescentes”, instituído pela Lei Federal 9.970/00, no dia 18 DE MAIO, é uma conquista que demarca a luta pelos Direitos Humanos de Crianças e Adolescentes no território brasileiro.  Esse dia foi escolhido, porque em 18 de maio de 1973, na cidade de Vitória (ES), um crime bárbaro chocou todo o país e ficou conhecido como o “</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1362079571231866962/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=1362079571231866962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/1362079571231866962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/1362079571231866962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2011/05/18-de-maio-dia-nacional-de.html' title='“18 de Maio “DIA NACIONAL DE ENFRENTAMENTO AO ABUSO E EXPLORAÇÃO SEXUAL DE CRIANÇAS E ADOLESCENTES”'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xowaA9UWFM8/Tc7Tlj21H5I/AAAAAAAAA-w/ZDB5mlP-AQk/s72-c/imagem.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-7152715508129195341</id><published>2011-04-16T19:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T19:59:16.168-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ECA</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7152715508129195341/comments/default' title='Postar 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-7935785265003292727</id><published>2011-04-02T20:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T20:37:01.991-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrea Bocelli- Con te Partiro</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7935785265003292727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=7935785265003292727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/7935785265003292727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/7935785265003292727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Que nas suas primaveras você seja amante da alegria. Que nos seus invernos, seja amigo da sabedoria. E quando você errar o caminho, comece tudo de novo. Tenha sempre coragem, pois assim você será cada vez mais apaixonado pela vida, e descobrirá que ser feliz não é ter uma vida perfeita, mas é saber usar as lágrimas para irrigar a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7340564916220998413/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=7340564916220998413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/7340564916220998413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/7340564916220998413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2011/03/meu-desejo.html' title='MEU DESEJO'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-aXKo3oC1Utw/TYlQhutqBWI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/6FomCj-3iMk/s72-c/delicada+flor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-5420179102870235941</id><published>2011-03-09T14:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T14:38:06.487-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um homem inteligente falando das mulheres</title><summary type='text'>
Tenho apenas um exemplar em casa, que mantenho com muito zelo e dedicação, mas na verdade acredito que é ela quem me mantém.Mulher vive de carinho. Dê-lhe em abundância. É coisa de homem sim, e se ela não receber de você vai pegar de outro.





Beijos matinais e um eu te amo, no café da manhã, as mantém viçosas e perfumadas durante todo o dia. 



Flores também fazem parte de seu cardápio ? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/5420179102870235941/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=5420179102870235941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/5420179102870235941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/5420179102870235941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2011/03/um-homem-inteligente-falando-das.html' title='Um homem inteligente falando das mulheres'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pRSjLdpnCww/TXe5gxOHMVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/EL4kocO87PU/s72-c/o_ser_mulher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-5511778451629076754</id><published>2011-03-08T09:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T09:04:13.735-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mulher…Que traz beleza e luz aos dias mais difíceis,que divide sua alma em duaspara carregar tamanha sensibilidade e força.Que ganha o mundo com sua coragem,que traz paixão no olhar.Mulher…que luta pelo seus ideais,que dá a vida pela sua família.Mulher…que ama incondicionalmente,que se arruma, se perfuma,que vence o cansaço.Mulher…que chora e que ri.Mulher que sonha…
Tantas Mulheres, belezas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/5511778451629076754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=5511778451629076754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/5511778451629076754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/5511778451629076754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2011/03/mulher-que-traz-beleza-e-luz-aos-dias.html' title=''/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HI5KyKpfhag/TXYafpIptPI/AAAAAAAAA8s/_pmnt8N9Vg4/s72-c/mulher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-8471882303714349567</id><published>2011-03-06T21:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T21:27:39.092-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A VERDADEIRA AMIZADE</title><summary type='text'>Amigo é aquele que estende as mãos, sem que você precise.Aquele que em dias de chuva, já sai com um hiper guarda-chuva, Para proteger os dois.Aquele que conta moeda por moeda para pagar um delicioso sorvete.Aquele que se transforma em palhaço para nos fazer sorrir.Aquele que divide a sobremesa.Aquele que em quase em todos os planos, quer te colocarPasseios ao parque, cinema, lanchonetes...Sempre </summary><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BeOjqkx9Pis/TXQj8hGYS7I/AAAAAAAAA8c/Cv4hZMzAjdU/s72-c/lu+e+eu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-6549086348986512697</id><published>2011-03-06T12:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T12:25:56.915-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A MORTE DO CISNE por John Lennon da Silva</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6549086348986512697/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=6549086348986512697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/6549086348986512697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/6549086348986512697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2011/03/morte-do-cisne-por-john-lennon-da-silva.html' title='A MORTE DO CISNE por John Lennon da Silva'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dVciPFSPXbM/default.jpg' height='72' 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"Quem quer que afirme a verdade de forma absoluta, sem a suspensão da dúvida, está destinado ao dogmatismo e à intolerância. Onde quer que a verdade seja afirmada como posse, proíbe-se o exercício livre da razão, no chamado "livre exame". Todo aquele que possui a verdade está condenado a ser um inquisidor!"

 (Rubem Alves)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8237086449825768459/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=8237086449825768459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/8237086449825768459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/8237086449825768459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2011/03/quem-quer-que-afirme-verdade-de-forma.html' title=''/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_4DSLKii28U/TW60uktD6CI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/ZtU_ofPU4ps/s72-c/mentira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-8124042065659500243</id><published>2011-01-10T08:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T08:44:38.784-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A dança chamada amor</title><summary type='text'>Eu nunca disse que o amor é destruído pelo casamento. Como pode o casamento destruir o amor? Sim, ele é destruído no casamento, mas é destruído por você, não pelo casamento. Ele é destruído pelos parceiros.

Como pode o casamento destruir o amor? É você que o destrói porque você não sabe o que é o amor. Você finge que sabe, você simplesmente tem esperança de saber; você sonha que sabe, mas você </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8124042065659500243/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=8124042065659500243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/8124042065659500243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/8124042065659500243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2011/01/danca-chamada-amor.html' title='A dança chamada amor'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-5008093178361433347</id><published>2011-01-08T21:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T21:27:41.457-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A borboleta azul por Luciana Schiavo</title><summary type='text'>Havia um viúvo que morava com suas duas filhas curiosas e inteligentes. As meninas sempre faziam muitas perguntas. Algumas ele sabia responder, outras não. Como pretendia oferecer a elas a melhor educação, mandou as meninas passarem férias com um sábio que morava no alto de uma colina. O sábio sempre respondia todas as perguntas sem hesitar. Impacientes com o sábio, as meninas resolveram inventar</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/5008093178361433347/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=5008093178361433347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/5008093178361433347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/5008093178361433347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2011/01/borboleta-azul-por-luciana-schiavo.html' title='A borboleta azul por Luciana Schiavo'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/TSjycxU7q7I/AAAAAAAAA7k/DstZs7lbHg4/s72-c/brincar5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-408958072088388392</id><published>2010-12-23T10:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T10:03:30.412-02:00</updated><title type='text'>NATALIZAR-SE</title><summary type='text'>Natalizar-se é ter luzQue brilha na escuridãoÉ buscar Cristo JesusNa sua reflexãoÉ encontrar com quem fazUm exercício de pazDentro do seu coração.

Natalizar-se é encontrarUm aconchego de abraçoÉ com brilho decorarA negritude do espaçoE dar música ao ambienteFazendo que toda genteAtue no mesmo compasso.

Natalizar-se é sorrirMesmo quando há tristezaÉ acreditar que o porvirTerá da paz a certezaE </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/408958072088388392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=408958072088388392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/408958072088388392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/408958072088388392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2010/12/natalizar-se.html' title='NATALIZAR-SE'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/TRMyNo0ULwI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/tJY24BeVWn8/s72-c/luz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-660501984513903655</id><published>2010-12-18T08:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T08:49:05.972-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"A idade e a mudança." por Lya Luft</title><summary type='text'>
Mês passado participei de um evento sobre o Dia da Mulher.
 Era um bate-papo com uma platéia composta de umas 250 mulheres de todas as raças, credos e idades. 
 E por falar em idade, lá pelas tantas, fui questionada sobre a minha e, como não me envergonho dela, respondi. 
 Foi um momento inesquecível... 
A platéia inteira fez um 'oooohh' de descrédito.  Aí fiquei pensando: 'pô, estou neste </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/660501984513903655/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=660501984513903655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/660501984513903655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/660501984513903655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2010/12/idade-e-mudanca-por-lya-luft.html' title='&quot;A idade e a mudança.&quot; por Lya Luft'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-3456410541056287584</id><published>2010-12-15T17:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T17:48:11.970-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>



A bagunça é inimiga da prosperidade.Ninguém está livre da desorganização.  
 A bagunça forma-se sem que se perceba e nem sempre é visível. A sala parece em ordem, a cozinha também, mas basta abrir os armários para ver que estão cheios de inutilidades. De acordo com o Feng Shui Interior - uma Corrente do Feng Shui que mistura aspectos psicológicos dos moradores com conceitos da tradicional </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3456410541056287584/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=3456410541056287584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/3456410541056287584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/3456410541056287584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2010/12/bagunca-e-inimiga-da-prosperidade.html' title=''/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-913428732771767204</id><published>2010-11-29T23:13:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T23:21:31.734-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um homem  Inteligente, Falando das Mulheres</title><summary type='text'>

O desrespeito à  natureza tem afetado a sobrevivência de vários seres e entre os mais ameaçados  está a fêmea da espécie humana. 
Tenho apenas um  exemplar em casa,que mantenho com muito zelo e dedicação, mas na verdade  acredito que é ela quem me mantém. Portanto, por uma questão de  auto-sobrevivência, lanço a campanha “Salvem as Mulheres!” 
Tomem aqui os meus  poucos conhecimentos em </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/913428732771767204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=913428732771767204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/913428732771767204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/913428732771767204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2010/11/um-homem-inteligente-falando-das.html' title='Um homem  Inteligente, Falando das Mulheres'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-2662519558754604099</id><published>2010-11-23T21:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T21:38:00.992-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje vou ser feliz</title><summary type='text'>

De hoje em diante todos os dias ao acordar, direi: “hoje eu vou ser feliz!”Vou lembrar de agradecer ao sol pelo seu calor e luminosidade, sentirei que estou vivendo, respirando.Posso desfrutar de todos os recursos da natureza gratuitamente.Não preciso comprar o canto dos pássaros, nem o murmúrio das ondas do mar.Lembrarei de sentir a beleza das árvores e das flores.Vou sorrir mais… vou cultivar</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/2662519558754604099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=2662519558754604099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/2662519558754604099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/2662519558754604099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2010/11/hoje-vou-ser-feliz.html' title='Hoje vou ser feliz'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/TOxP9AG2MQI/AAAAAAAAA6U/75H3xYkwCDI/s72-c/borboleta+final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-5009343551675880018</id><published>2010-11-16T20:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T20:52:49.397-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser Homem Amado</title><summary type='text'>

Ser um homem amadoé saber receber o amorsimples...calado.
Ser homem amadoé desmanchar-se em caríciase penetrar em sonhos e malícias.
Ser homem amadoé somente ser,sem precisar ter...é adivinhar os desejos de sua mulher,não como um amante qualquer.
Ser homem amado,é esquecer o passado,viver um grande amor presente
Ser homem amado,é ser sempre fiel à sua amada,é dizer por todo o tempo,o quanto ela</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/5009343551675880018/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=5009343551675880018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/5009343551675880018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/5009343551675880018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2010/11/ser-homem-amado.html' title='Ser Homem Amado'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/TOMK2Sly-eI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/xhdTUBV4iFU/s72-c/corpos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-8774325196522670705</id><published>2010-10-12T14:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T14:57:06.846-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"A Lição da Borboleta"</title><summary type='text'>

Andando por um jardim, um homem percebeu um casulo que se contorcia, preso a um galho de árvore. Aproximou-se.Por uma pequena abertura viu a borboleta que tentava romper aquela casca e libertar-se.O homem sentou-se e ficou observando aquele silencioso drama da natureza desenrolando-se sob seus olhos.O tempo passava. A borboleta lutava e nada. A abertura era muito estreita, o casulo era </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8774325196522670705/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=8774325196522670705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/8774325196522670705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/8774325196522670705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2010/10/licao-da-borboleta.html' title='&quot;A Lição da Borboleta&quot;'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/TLSgP3IKQVI/AAAAAAAAA58/kYFyxPnbKxc/s72-c/casulo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-8488850488608641405</id><published>2010-10-09T17:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T17:07:27.676-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorriso Maroto e Ivete Sangalo - E Agora Nós? (OFICIAL)</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8488850488608641405/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=8488850488608641405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/8488850488608641405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/8488850488608641405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2010/10/sorriso-maroto-e-ivete-sangalo-e-agora.html' title='Sorriso Maroto e Ivete Sangalo - E Agora Nós? (OFICIAL)'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-3833206790440918884</id><published>2010-10-08T16:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T16:30:33.037-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Louco de Gibran Kalhil Gibran</title><summary type='text'>Aconteceu assim:Um dia, muito tempo antes de muitos deuses terem nascido,despertei de um sono profundo e notei que todas as minhas máscaras tinham sido roubadas – as sete máscaras que eu havia confeccionado e usado em sete vidas – e corri sem máscara pelas ruas cheias de gente gritando:
“Ladrões, ladrões, malditos ladrões!”Homens e mulheres riram de mim e alguns correram para casa, com medo de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3833206790440918884/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=3833206790440918884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/3833206790440918884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/3833206790440918884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-louco-de-gibran-kalhil-gibran.html' title='O Louco de Gibran Kalhil Gibran'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/TK9w67HtYFI/AAAAAAAAA5s/PjJrkz5dg8o/s72-c/m%C3%A1scaras1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-876860485326863609</id><published>2010-10-07T16:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T16:14:53.261-03:00</updated><title type='text'>APESAR DE SONHAR</title><summary type='text'>Apesar de sonhar até mesmo o impossível 
Apesar de sorrir sem ao menos ter motivos 
Apesar de cantar para disfarçar o pranto 
Continuo a afirmar que a felicidade existe... 


Apesar de acreditar e às vezes ser traído 
Apesar de gostar e não ser correspondido 
Apesar de falar e não ser compreendido 
Continuo a acreditar que a amizade existe... 


Apesar do sol nem sempre estar presente 
Apesar da </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/876860485326863609/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=876860485326863609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/876860485326863609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/876860485326863609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2010/10/apesar-de-sonhar.html' title='APESAR DE SONHAR'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/TK4b4xcEhDI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/MKdZmWIpWo0/s72-c/apesar1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-2887732647301754275</id><published>2010-10-06T15:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T15:22:58.385-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinceridade</title><summary type='text'>Ser sincero é ser franco, ser verdadeiro e simples. Ser sincero é enaltecer a lisura de caráter. Ser sincero é cultuar a verdade, o princípio certo.A sinceridade faz surgir a confiança entre as pessoas, estabelece a certeza, nos faz mais fortes. A sinceridade afasta-nos da mentira, da injuria, e da calunia.
Retirar a sinceridade de uma relação é torná-la uma virtude teatral.
Retirado da </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/2887732647301754275/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=2887732647301754275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/2887732647301754275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/2887732647301754275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2010/10/sinceridade.html' title='Sinceridade'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/TKy8v1LBsxI/AAAAAAAAA5U/c7pPG2Ug2pw/s72-c/eu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-9021135468613333239</id><published>2010-09-30T23:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T23:43:58.580-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Catedral - O que não se pode explicar aos normais</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/9021135468613333239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=9021135468613333239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/9021135468613333239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/9021135468613333239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2010/09/catedral-o-que-nao-se-pode-explicar-aos.html' title='Catedral - O que não se pode explicar aos normais'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-2666838949333852129</id><published>2010-09-30T22:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T22:59:18.204-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Pra Você!!"</title><summary type='text'>

Hoje pra você, as mais lindas flores...O mais aberto sorriso...O mais carinhoso dos abraços...Que a felicidade transborde em seu viver,inundando as pessoas que estão ao seu redor,e mesmo as que se encontram distantes...Pois hoje e sempre, desejo que a felicidade caminhe aose lado, juntinho de você!E que você sinta a paz, alegria e harmonia quesomente um coração puro e verdadeiroconsegue sentir.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/2666838949333852129/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=2666838949333852129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/2666838949333852129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/2666838949333852129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2010/09/pra-voce.html' title='&quot;Pra Você!!&quot;'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_WQTTHSxe53Q/SndO0vkX0cI/AAAAAAAADlA/QUT9rHtdYac/s72-c/Image42.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-2081573273583269653</id><published>2010-09-30T18:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T18:31:30.725-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Decepção"</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/2081573273583269653/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=2081573273583269653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/2081573273583269653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/2081573273583269653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2010/09/decepcao.html' title='&quot;Decepção&quot;'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-7344455284373623510</id><published>2010-09-28T19:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T19:24:44.083-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O pacote de biscoito</title><summary type='text'> Certa noite uma mulher estava no aeroporto, com um longo tempo de espera pela frente até a saída do seu voo.
Comprou um livro, um pacote de biscoitos e sentou-se enquanto aguardava.
Embora absorta na leitura, percebeu que um homem ao seu lado tirava um biscoito do pacote colocado entre os dois. Para evitar uma cena, ela fingiu não estar vendo.
Ela lia, comia biscoitos e olhava o relógio. De vez </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7344455284373623510/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=7344455284373623510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/7344455284373623510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/7344455284373623510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-pacote-de-biscoito.html' title='O pacote de biscoito'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-4419063307958060444</id><published>2010-09-22T23:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T23:04:17.583-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mulher independente"</title><summary type='text'>Sou dona de mim, da minha vida e do meu destino
Sigo meu bom senso, minha razão, minha emoção e minha sede de ser livre
Bom é viver assim, sem amarras, sem apego ao passado e
Sem preocupação com questões que ainda não foram superadas,
Pois o mundo ainda precisa evoluir muito, há muito o que
Superar...
Eu penso, reflito e analiso
Sou um ser em constante mutação
Sou “Eu Mesma”, mas não sou “Sempre </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4419063307958060444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=4419063307958060444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/4419063307958060444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/4419063307958060444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2010/09/mulher-independente.html' title='&quot;Mulher independente&quot;'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/TJq1SsQbJUI/AAAAAAAAA48/qAe4ErjiMYw/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-3932575216750121197</id><published>2010-09-20T20:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T20:01:05.256-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Learns To Rock - That's Why (You Go Away)</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3932575216750121197/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=3932575216750121197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/3932575216750121197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/3932575216750121197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2010/09/michael-learns-to-rock-thats-why-you-go.html' title='Michael Learns To Rock - That&apos;s Why (You Go Away)'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-4510152019158679013</id><published>2010-09-18T12:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T12:34:14.624-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"SER AMANTE OU SER AMADO ??"</title><summary type='text'> Interessante isso.Ser amante ou ser amado? Ser amante em uma relação impossível,Ser amante de uma pessoa incrível,Ser amante em tempo integral, Mesmo não sendo o ideal.
Ser amado.Sim, sei que sou amado.Mas, por um amor impossível de estar ao meu lado.Ser  amado de forma intensa,Mas saber que não é possível ter sua presença.
A angústia me consome,Sua falta é enorme,Ouvir sua voz me entorpece,Mas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4510152019158679013/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=4510152019158679013&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/4510152019158679013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/4510152019158679013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2010/09/ser-amante-ou-ser-amado.html' title='&quot;SER AMANTE OU SER AMADO ??&quot;'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/TJTbQBPL1lI/AAAAAAAAA40/TaNCRZ4sK4o/s72-c/p%C3%A9s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-2822900930118248430</id><published>2010-09-17T19:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T19:46:56.079-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CANÇÃO DAS MULHERES</title><summary type='text'>Que o outro saiba quando estou com medo, e me tome nos braços sem fazer perguntas demais.

Que o outro note quando preciso de silêncio e não vá embora batendo a porta,  mas entenda que não o amarei menos porque estou quieta.Que o outro aceite que me preocupo com ele e não se irrite com minha solicitude, e se ela for excessiva saiba me dizer isso com delicadeza ou bom humor.
Que o outro perceba </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/2822900930118248430/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=2822900930118248430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/2822900930118248430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/2822900930118248430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2010/09/cancao-das-mulheres.html' title='CANÇÃO DAS MULHERES'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/TJPq3yOG6hI/AAAAAAAAA4k/RUsi0pJyrnA/s72-c/mulher+linda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-1217538254173214554</id><published>2010-09-16T17:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T17:09:19.845-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vale a pena  postar outra vez:     Afinal o que é o amor?</title><summary type='text'>
Amar é uma viagem a ser feita com alguém, na qual, ao mesmo tempo em que desfrutamos dessa entrega, desvendamos os mistérios que ela nos apresenta a cada momento.Certamente cada um de nós, pelo menos uma vez na vida, refletiu sobre o amor.Essa energia que movimenta toda a humanidade, muito mais preciosa que o ouro, e de cuja existência às vezes se duvida. É procurada nos outros, em nós mesmos, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1217538254173214554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=1217538254173214554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/1217538254173214554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/1217538254173214554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2010/09/vale-pena-postar-outra-vez-afinal-o-que.html' title='Vale a pena  postar outra vez:     Afinal o que é o amor?'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/SH6ooG_r6DI/AAAAAAAAADU/877V-mco1GY/s72-c/flores.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-3243086597545654448</id><published>2010-09-14T06:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T06:59:43.289-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Gratidão!"</title><summary type='text'>

Nossos pais ensinam que é educado agradecer quando recebemos algo.
Eu, que fui bem educada, aprendi a dizer obrigada logo que comecei a falar…
Mas levei anos pra entender que não é só uma questão de educação… é necessidade… é filosofia de vida.Agradecer é um dos atos mais felizes que alguém pode praticar.
Mas nem todo mundo sabe a importância da gratidão.
No meu entender, a gratidão deve vir </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3243086597545654448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=3243086597545654448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/3243086597545654448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/3243086597545654448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2010/09/gratidao.html' title='&quot;Gratidão!&quot;'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/TI9HJ1xdLvI/AAAAAAAAA4M/z3b86PQu4BU/s72-c/rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-4051470100677908083</id><published>2010-09-13T20:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T20:37:26.328-03:00</updated><title type='text'>'As vezes</title><summary type='text'>As vezes me pego perdida no tempo, um tempo que passou e que não soube aproveitar.
Poderia ter sido de outra maneira, mas quando percebi  perdi o tempo, assim como a brisa que passou por mim.
Mas no compasso das horas, nada volta. O que passou não volta, então preciso perceber o tempo que vem a minha frente e aproveitar o momento hoje.
Minha vida se resume em poucas coisas, coisas estas que me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4051470100677908083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=4051470100677908083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/4051470100677908083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/4051470100677908083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2010/09/as-vezes.html' title='&apos;As vezes'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/TI61YodUJVI/AAAAAAAAA4E/j0D3NbbAh2o/s72-c/rosa.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-8617257144966449875</id><published>2010-09-07T21:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T21:19:28.794-03:00</updated><title type='text'>""O MIOLO DE PÃO.""</title><summary type='text'>
Conta a história, que um casal tomava café da manhã no dia de suas bodas de prata.A mulher passou a manteiga na casca do pão e a entregou para o marido, ficando com o miolo.Ela pensou: "Sempre quis comer a melhor parte do pão, mas amo demais o meu marido e, por 25 anos, sempre lhe dei o miolo. Mas hoje quis satisfazer meu desejo. Acho justo que eu coma o miolo pelo menos uma vez na vida".Para </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8617257144966449875/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=8617257144966449875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/8617257144966449875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/8617257144966449875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-miolo-de-pao.html' title='&quot;&quot;O MIOLO DE PÃO.&quot;&quot;'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/TIbVxCBsclI/AAAAAAAAA38/gohEHk4z_Nk/s72-c/p%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-1444024331058481722</id><published>2010-08-23T22:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T22:25:35.604-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Os cinco estágios da carreira

Existem cinco estágios em uma carreira.
O primeiro estágio é aquele em que um funcionário precisa usar crachá, porque quase ninguém na empresa sabe o nome dele.
No segundo estágio, o funcionário começa a ficar conhecido dentro da empresa e seu sobrenome passa a ser o nome do departamento em que trabalha. Por exemplo, Heitor de contas a pagar.
No terceiro estágio, o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1444024331058481722/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=1444024331058481722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/1444024331058481722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/1444024331058481722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2010/08/os-cinco-estagios-da-carreira-existem.html' title=''/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/THMfKwFC7jI/AAAAAAAAA3s/h2HgfaDAlXA/s72-c/BXK32456_amigos-esperando-um-novo-dia800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-414901851809548365</id><published>2010-08-16T21:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T21:58:49.217-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aprendi e decidi de Luciana Schiavo
E assim, depois de muito esperar, num dia como outro qualquer, decidi triunfar…
Decidi não esperar as oportunidades e sim, eu mesmo buscá-las.
Decidi ver cada problema como uma oportunidade de encontrar uma solução.
Decidi ver cada deserto como uma possibilidade de encontrar um oásis.
Decidi ver cada noite como um mistério a resolver.
Decidi ver cada dia como </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/414901851809548365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=414901851809548365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/414901851809548365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/414901851809548365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2010/08/aprendi-e-decidi-luciana-schiavo-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/TGnenzOXnlI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/3wbdSmqZPBo/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-8386435412131546523</id><published>2010-08-15T13:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T13:05:55.724-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8386435412131546523/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=8386435412131546523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/8386435412131546523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/8386435412131546523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/TGgQP5kF7JI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/ZBvMyscDGME/s72-c/004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-2842396228749277372</id><published>2010-05-31T18:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T18:49:25.658-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não deixe para amanhã o que pode fazer hoje.</title><summary type='text'>
Três homens ficaram bloqueados numa caverna por uma avalanche de neve. Teriam que esperar até o amanhecer para receber socorro. Cada um deles trazia um pouco de lenha e havia uma pequena fogueira ao redor da qual se aqueciam. Se o fogo apagasse, eles sabiam que todos morreriam de frio antes que o dia amanhecesse. Chegou a hora de cada um colocar sua lenha na fogueira.Era a única maneira de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/2842396228749277372/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=2842396228749277372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/2842396228749277372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/2842396228749277372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2010/05/nao-deixe-para-amanha-o-que-pode-fazer.html' title='Não deixe para amanhã o que pode fazer hoje.'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/TAQtnlsGxuI/AAAAAAAAA24/lLI9uftuKHU/s72-c/rosa+amarela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-7580936280952146355</id><published>2010-03-23T18:30:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T18:33:43.382-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Seu futuro, você" -  Luciana Schiavo</title><summary type='text'>

A pessoa que você se tornará está sempre olhando o que você é agora. A imagem que terá de si mesmo amanhã depende completamente das ações que você vai se ver tornando hoje. A confiança com a qual viverá no mês que vem estará baseada na integridade das suas ações nesta semana.Você pode enganar e esconder coisas de quase todo mundo, mas o indivíduo que você será amanhã está sempre observando.  E </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7580936280952146355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=7580936280952146355&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/7580936280952146355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/7580936280952146355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2010/03/seu-futuro-voce-de-luciana-schiavo.html' title='&quot;Seu futuro, você&quot; -  Luciana Schiavo'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/S6kytzWPkNI/AAAAAAAAA2s/KYnAaPVgASA/s72-c/flor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-337134078646307728</id><published>2010-03-20T11:50:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T11:55:45.504-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A pessoa errada !   (Luis Fernando Veríssimo)</title><summary type='text'>

Pensando bem, em tudo que agente vê, 
E vivencia, e ouve e pensa.
Então não existe  uma pessoa certa pra gente.
  Existe uma pessoa que, se você for pararpra pensar é,na verdade, a pessoa errada.Porque a pessoa certa faz tudo certinho.
  Fala as coisas certas, Faz as coisas certas,Mas nem sempre a gente tá precisando das coisas certas. 
  Aí é hora de procurar a pessoa errada.
  A pessoa errada</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/337134078646307728/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=337134078646307728&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/337134078646307728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/337134078646307728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2010/03/pessoa-errada-luis-fernando-verissimo.html' title='A pessoa errada !   (Luis Fernando Veríssimo)'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/S6Tfp2M2KaI/AAAAAAAAA2c/6y2ISjpI9HE/s72-c/casal-fofo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-4875046154658148313</id><published>2010-03-07T17:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T17:44:47.522-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulheres....</title><summary type='text'>


Mulheres fracas, fortes.Não importa.Mulheres mostram que mesmo através da fragilidade.São fortes o bastante para erguerem sempre cabeçaSem desistir, pois sabemos que somos capazes de vencer.
Temos a delicadeza das floresA força de ser mãe,O carinho de ser esposa,Reciprocidade de ser amiga,A paixão de ser amante,E o amor por ser mulher!
Somos fêmeas guerreiras, vencedoras,Somos sempre o tema de</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4875046154658148313/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=4875046154658148313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/4875046154658148313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/4875046154658148313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2010/03/mulheres.html' title='Mulheres....'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/S5QPxo0ZNTI/AAAAAAAAA1U/HHV5FiPIcTw/s72-c/linda.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-8480058027738382297</id><published>2010-03-06T14:18:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T14:27:40.156-03:00</updated><title type='text'>" SEMENTEIRA DE AMOR?"</title><summary type='text'>
Sentimento que queda inerte, todavia ferino, insidioso,vulnerante
alimentado por esperanças vãs,contraditórias, sinuosas!Vivente no claustro psíquico, mas mesmo assim deveras angustiante!Encerrado no sublime relicário das recordações maviosasAmor confinado no catre dourado e torturante da virgindade!Devastador como uma intempérie, implacável como uma sentença Ansiando por se manifestar em ato de</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8480058027738382297/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=8480058027738382297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/8480058027738382297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/8480058027738382297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2010/03/sementeira-de-amor.html' title='&quot; SEMENTEIRA DE AMOR?&quot;'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/S5KNiwGMyvI/AAAAAAAAA1E/-qIw4aGBG8M/s72-c/rosto.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-755911980574864082</id><published>2010-03-01T22:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:45:02.961-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo depende da maneira de falar</title><summary type='text'>

Certa vez, um rei sonhou que havia perdido todos os dentes. Logo que despertou, mandou chamar um adivinho para que interpretasse seu sonho. - Que desgraça, senhor! exclamou o adivinho. – Cada dente caído representa a perda de um parente de Vossa Majestade.
- Mas que atrevimento! – gritou o rei, enfurecido. – Como te atreves a dizer-me semelhante coisa? Fora daqui!
Chamou os guardas e ordenou </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/755911980574864082/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=755911980574864082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/755911980574864082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/755911980574864082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2010/03/tudo-depende-da-maneira-de-falar.html' title='Tudo depende da maneira de falar'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/S4xrcD5oU-I/AAAAAAAAA00/mgvp5K2xfJ4/s72-c/depende.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-103399371137384556</id><published>2010-01-04T19:33:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T19:56:03.226-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando o amor acaba...</title><summary type='text'>



Alguns amores duram para sempre.Outros se renovam.
Alguns se perdem por aí, por falta de cuidado.
Mas muitos amores acabam.
E quando um amor acaba, dói igual pra quem deixou de amar e pra quem deixou de ser amado.
O fim de um amor vem sempre carregado de mágoa,de frustração…
É que quando a gente ama, sente um poder e uma força tão grandes, que nem passa pela cabeça viver sem essa emoção.
Não </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/103399371137384556/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=103399371137384556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/103399371137384556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/103399371137384556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2010/01/quando-o-amor-acaba.html' title='Quando o amor acaba...'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/S0JggsGq8PI/AAAAAAAAA0k/AzH6zPcNwf4/s72-c/p%C3%A9s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-6893904004797109822</id><published>2010-01-04T19:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T19:30:36.801-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ANO NOVO</title><summary type='text'>


Quem teve a idéia de cortar o tempo em fatias, a que se deu o nome de ano, foi um indivíduo genial. Industrializou a esperança fazendo-a funcionar no limite da exaustão. Doze meses dão para qualquer ser humano se cansar e entregar os pontos. Aí entra o milagre da renovação e tudo começa outra vez com outro número e outra vontade de acreditar que daqui para adiante vai ser diferente... Para </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6893904004797109822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=6893904004797109822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/6893904004797109822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/6893904004797109822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2010/01/ano-novo.html' title='ANO NOVO'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/S0JdqS4YRcI/AAAAAAAAA0c/R3ZfoYwTzT0/s72-c/beija-flor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-6527281948921435088</id><published>2009-11-10T19:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T19:12:22.968-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Regra de ouro para a vida</title><summary type='text'>Sempre que você se deparar com um dilema ético, recorra ao que os grandes pensadores da história consideram como uma regra fundamental para a vida: trate os outros do mesmo modo que você gostaria de ser tratado. A escolha será sempre sua. E as consequências de seus atos também. Talvez elas demorem a aparecer ou surjam de forma que você nem as reconheça, mas estarão presentes em algum momento da </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6527281948921435088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=6527281948921435088&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/6527281948921435088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/6527281948921435088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2009/11/regra-de-ouro-para-vida_10.html' title='Regra de ouro para a vida'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-2243557016498105635</id><published>2009-11-04T12:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T12:43:06.865-02:00</updated><title type='text'>PACIÊNCIA...Por Arnaldo Jabor</title><summary type='text'>Ah! 
Se vendessem paciência nas farmácias e supermercados.  .. 
Muita gente iria gastar boa parte do salário nessa mercadoria  tão  rara hoje em dia.

Por muito pouco a 'madame' que parece uma 'lady' solta palavrões e  berros que lembram as antigas 'trabalhadoras do cais'...
 E o bem comportado executivo? O 'cavalheiro' se  transforma 
numa 'besta  selvagem' no trânsito que ele mesmo ajuda a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/2243557016498105635/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=2243557016498105635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/2243557016498105635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/2243557016498105635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2009/11/pacienciapor-arnaldo-jabor.html' title='PACIÊNCIA...Por Arnaldo Jabor'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-6146022152415000697</id><published>2009-10-26T16:58:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T10:55:16.115-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Publicando mais uma vez....Um Meio ou uma Desculpa</title><summary type='text'>
Não conheço ninguém que conseguiu realizar seu sonho, sem sacrificar feriados e domingos pelo menos uma centena de vezes.

Da mesma forma, se você quiser construir uma relação amiga com seus filhos, terá que se dedicar a isso, superar o cansaço, arrumar tempo para ficar com eles, deixar de lado o orgulho e o comodismo.

Se quiser um casamento gratificante, terá que investir tempo, energia e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6146022152415000697/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=6146022152415000697&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/6146022152415000697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/6146022152415000697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2009/10/um-meio-ou-uma-desculpa.html' title='Publicando mais uma vez....Um Meio ou uma Desculpa'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/SuXwyB8byjI/AAAAAAAAAz4/4YRtUEf8aNg/s72-c/Flowers-21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-1060961054877127129</id><published>2009-08-23T18:47:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T11:11:46.043-03:00</updated><title type='text'>EU APRENDI A CALAR.</title><summary type='text'>AH! APRENDA A CALAR...Há muita necessidade de silêncio nos dias atuais...As pessoas ansiosas por se fazer ouvir, falam cada vez mais alto, como seisso bastasse para que os outros as escutassem.E quando não se tem alguém para falar, o celular serve. A pessoa faz umaligação e se esquece de que está dividindo o ambiente com outros indivíduosque não estão interessados no seu assunto.É impressionante </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1060961054877127129/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=1060961054877127129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/1060961054877127129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/1060961054877127129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2009/08/eu-aprendi-calar.html' title='EU APRENDI A CALAR.'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-4575884435785383609</id><published>2009-07-27T15:30:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T15:44:03.129-03:00</updated><title type='text'>FILHOS</title><summary type='text'>Seus filhos não são seus.São filhos e filhas da vida e da ânsia de viver.Vêm ao mundo através de você,mas não são uma extensão do seu ser.Estão com você, mas não lhe pertencem.Podem receber o seu amor, mas não os seus pensamentos, pois têm o seus próprios.Você pode acolher seus corpos, mas não suas almas,pois elas habitam o amanhã; algo que você não conhece sequer em sonhos.Pode tentar ser como </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4575884435785383609/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=4575884435785383609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/4575884435785383609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/4575884435785383609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2009/07/filhos.html' title='FILHOS'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/Sm305X1eQwI/AAAAAAAAAzs/lWWdhm_fITQ/s72-c/linda+flor.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-7829515419610375629</id><published>2009-07-22T14:56:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T15:09:34.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A INGRATIDÃO</title><summary type='text'>Nos fazemos felizes, quando acolhemos em nós os resultados positivos daquilo em que colocamos nossa esperança e nosso coração.Mas, de uma forma igual, a infelicidade nos atinge, não necessariamente por que nos tem como meta, mas por que assim a recebemos. Para percebermos essa realidade, é só prestarmos atenção às nossas reações ante atos e os verdadeiros desejos daqueles que provocaram. Há </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7829515419610375629/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=7829515419610375629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/7829515419610375629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/7829515419610375629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2009/07/nos-fazemos-felizes-quando-acolhemos-em.html' title='A INGRATIDÃO'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/SmdVdvCBXpI/AAAAAAAAAzU/_hZdPfMnFoc/s72-c/ingratid%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-5994281321407860082</id><published>2009-07-21T10:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T10:18:36.627-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aos meus amigos !</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/5994281321407860082/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=5994281321407860082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/5994281321407860082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/5994281321407860082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2009/07/aos-meus-amigos.html' title='Aos meus amigos !'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/SmXAJhdRbMI/AAAAAAAAAyk/Q7uDE8gMoYA/s72-c/amizade_0381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-6171391547808134469</id><published>2009-07-04T22:10:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:24:05.180-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Reverências do Destino</title><summary type='text'>Fácil é julgar pessoas que estão sendo expostas pelas circunstâncias.Difícil é encontrar e refletir sobre os seus erros, ou tentar fazer diferente algo que já fez muito errado.Fácil é analisar a situação alheia e poder aconselhar sobre esta situação.Difícil é vivenciar esta situação e saber o que fazer.Ou ter coragem pra fazer.Fácil é demonstrar raiva e impaciência quando algo o deixa </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6171391547808134469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=6171391547808134469&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/6171391547808134469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/6171391547808134469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2009/07/reverencias-do-destino.html' title='Reverências do Destino'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/Sk_-5AXf1pI/AAAAAAAAAx0/ZPn76R3ptIo/s72-c/flor+azul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-3798362554216867131</id><published>2009-06-30T18:47:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T18:54:37.079-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lambuze-se!</title><summary type='text'>Não coma a vida com garfo e faca.Lambuze-se!Muita gente guarda a vida para o futuro. Mesmo que a vida esteja na geladeira,Se você não a viver, ela se deteriorará. É por isso que tantas pessoas se sentem emboloradas na meia-idade.Elas guardam a vida, não se entregam ao amor,ao trabalho, não ousam, não vão em frente. Não deixe sua vida ficar muito séria, saboreie tudo o que conseguir: as derrotas e</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3798362554216867131/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=3798362554216867131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/3798362554216867131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/3798362554216867131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2009/06/nao-coma-vida-com-garfo-e-faca-lambuze.html' title='Lambuze-se!'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/SkqITSdIdKI/AAAAAAAAAxc/lstYxo6O-KY/s72-c/lambusar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-987891724263739356</id><published>2009-06-26T17:11:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T17:24:31.773-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu nome é MULHER!</title><summary type='text'>No princípio eu era a Eva Criada para a felicidade de Adão Mais tarde fui Maria Dando à luz aquele Que traria a salvação Mas isso não bastaria Para eu encontrar perdão. Passei a ser Amélia A mulher de verdade Para a sociedade Não tinha a menor vaidade Mas sonhava com a igualdade. Muito tempo depois decidi: Não dá mais! Quero minha dignidade,Tenho meus ideais! Hoje não sou só esposa ou filha,Sou </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/987891724263739356/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=987891724263739356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/987891724263739356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/987891724263739356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2009/06/meu-nome-e-mulher.html' title='Meu nome é MULHER!'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/SkUuVU9aTAI/AAAAAAAAAxU/WlMCaZ1mqEk/s72-c/mulher-copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-7372904559522437747</id><published>2009-06-14T09:06:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T14:12:56.075-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PREFIRO VOCÊ !!</title><summary type='text'>Ela: Você me ama mais do que tudo?Ele:  Amo.Ela: Paixão, paixão?Ele: Paixão,  paixão mesmo.Ela: Mais do que tudo no mundo todo?Ele:  No mundo todo e fora dele.Ela: Não acredito.Ele: Faz um  teste.Ela: Eu ou fios de ovos.Ele: Você,  fácil.Ela: Daqueles com calda grossa, que a gente chupa o fio e a calda escorre pelo queixo.Ele: Prefiro  você.Ela: Futebol.Ele: Não tem  comparação.Ela: Você está </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7372904559522437747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=7372904559522437747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/7372904559522437747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/7372904559522437747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2009/06/prefiro-voce.html' title='PREFIRO VOCÊ !!'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/SjTtClEBXuI/AAAAAAAAAwU/3SIlU_EUDjw/s72-c/fio+de+ovos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-7234809643152869402</id><published>2009-06-14T08:45:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:10:10.592-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A DIFERENÇA PEDE LICENÇA</title><summary type='text'>A sociedade é um imenso mercado, onde muito cedo as pessoas são etiquetadas e colocadas em algum lugar, sem escolha possível. O bonito, o feio, o desajeitado, o inteligente, o atrasado, o grande, o pequeno, o normal, o anormal...E julga-se, sem piedade, os fracos, os fortes, os vencedores, os perdedores, os sãos, os doentes.Chama-se de diferente aquele que não está na mesma linha de normalidade </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7234809643152869402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=7234809643152869402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/7234809643152869402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/7234809643152869402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2009/06/diferenca-pede-licenca.html' title='A DIFERENÇA PEDE LICENÇA'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/Sk_9aQ4g2CI/AAAAAAAAAxs/3NC7p9zthcg/s72-c/diferente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-9201847734443571374</id><published>2009-05-28T12:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:02:26.809-03:00</updated><title type='text'>NÃO QUERO (Mário Quintana)</title><summary type='text'>Não quero alguém que morra de amor por mim... Só preciso de alguém que viva por Mim, que queira estar junto de mim, me abraçando.Não exijo que esse alguém me ame como eu o amo, quero apenas que me ame, não me importando com que intensidade. Não tenho apretensão de que todas as pessoas que gosto, gostem de mim... Nem que eu faça a falta que elas me fazem, o importante pra mim éSaber que eu, em </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/9201847734443571374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=9201847734443571374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/9201847734443571374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/9201847734443571374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2009/05/nao-quero-mario-quintana.html' title='NÃO QUERO (Mário Quintana)'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-3466310833055880026</id><published>2009-05-28T06:42:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T06:47:57.507-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ATRITOS (parte II)</title><summary type='text'>Faz parte...Reveses momentâneos servem para o crescimento.A isso chamamos experiência.Penso que existe algo mais profundo,ainda nessa análise.Começamos a jornada da vidacomo grandes pedras,cheia de excessos.Os seres de grande valor,percebem que ao final da vida,foram perdendo todos os excessos que formavam suas arestas,se aproximando cada vez mais de sua essência,e ficando cada vez menores, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3466310833055880026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=3466310833055880026&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/3466310833055880026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/3466310833055880026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2009/05/atritos-parte-ii.html' title='ATRITOS (parte II)'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-6770947875521139157</id><published>2009-05-25T06:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T06:46:24.334-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ATRITOS</title><summary type='text'>Ninguém muda ninguém;ninguém muda sozinho;nós mudamos nos encontros.Simples, mas profundo, preciso.É nos relacionamentos que nos transformamos.Somos transformados a partir dos encontros,desde que estejamos abertos e livres para sermos impactados pela idéia e sentimento do outro.Você já viu a diferença que há entre as pedrasque estão na nascente de um rio,e as pedras que estão em sua foz?As pedras</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6770947875521139157/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=6770947875521139157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/6770947875521139157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/6770947875521139157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2009/05/atritos.html' title='ATRITOS'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-8110951853048835798</id><published>2009-05-21T10:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:57:47.024-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma força maior</title><summary type='text'>Existe uma força que nos leva a viver,que nos faz recomeçarQue nos faz sorrir,que nos faz suportar asdores, a saudade.Que nos faz buscar a felicidadeExiste uma força que nos faz sonharUma força que nos faz acreditarÉ uma força chamada amor,persistênciaUma força chamada fé."A FORÇA CHAMADA "DEUS</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8110951853048835798/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=8110951853048835798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/8110951853048835798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/8110951853048835798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2009/05/uma-forca-maior.html' title='Uma força maior'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-3591775546990280037</id><published>2009-05-04T12:39:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:16:04.594-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Direção do sol ( Paulo Roberto Gaefke)</title><summary type='text'>Tome a tua vida em tuas mãos,e não entregue a direção dela a ninguém.Por mais que te amem, por mais que desejem, o teu bem,só você é capaz de sentir o que realmente sente,e aquilo que você passa de impressão para os outros,nem sempre corresponde ao que vai na sua alma.Quantas vezes você já sorriu para disfarçar uma lágrima teimosa?Quantas vezes quis gritar e sufocou o pranto?Quantas vezes quis </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3591775546990280037/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=3591775546990280037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/3591775546990280037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/3591775546990280037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2009/05/direcao-do-sol-paulo-roberto-gaefke.html' title='Direção do sol ( Paulo Roberto Gaefke)'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/Sf92vLnZxGI/AAAAAAAAAvA/4L59CDk45nQ/s72-c/sol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-3990126468057196001</id><published>2009-05-03T17:20:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:31:39.683-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"A cor da Lágrima"</title><summary type='text'>Porque a lágrima não tem cor?Enquanto chorava, me pus a pensar.Se fosse vermelha como sangue,as minhas vestes poderiam manchar.Se a lágrima fosse amarela, A cor da alegria,Expressar tristeza jamais poderia.Se fosse azul,a cor da serenidade,eu não choraria jamais.Seria só tranqüilidade.Se fosse branca, como pétalas de rosas,Não seriam lágrimas...Mas pérolas preciosas.Ainda mais uma vez fiquei me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3990126468057196001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=3990126468057196001&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/3990126468057196001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/3990126468057196001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2009/05/cor-da-lagrima.html' title='&quot;A cor da Lágrima&quot;'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/Sf5FN-5ScDI/AAAAAAAAAuo/o44BBp_Z1eY/s72-c/l%C3%A1grima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-3987198528836451087</id><published>2009-04-27T19:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:05:54.223-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Princípio do Vácuo</title><summary type='text'>Você tem o hábito de juntar objetos inúteis no momento, acreditando que um dia (não sabe quando) poderá precisar deles? Você tem o hábito de juntar dinheiro só para não gastá-lo, pois no futuro poderá fazer falta? Você tem o hábito de guardar roupas, sapatos, móveis, utensílios domésticos e outros tipos de equipamentos que já não usa há um bom tempo? E dentro de você? Você tem o hábito de guardar</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3987198528836451087/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=3987198528836451087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/3987198528836451087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/3987198528836451087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2009/04/principio-do-vacuo.html' title='Princípio do Vácuo'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/SfY6LGlfCII/AAAAAAAAAtQ/gK0LuW1PDwY/s72-c/flor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-7592482014771947326</id><published>2009-04-02T21:55:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:15:25.269-03:00</updated><title type='text'>APESAR DE ACREDITAR!!</title><summary type='text'>Apesar de sonhar até mesmo o impossívelApesar de sorrir sem ao menos ter motivosApesar de cantar para disfarçar o prantoContinuo a afirmar que a felicidade existe...Apesar de acreditar e às vezes ser traídaApesar de gostar e não ser correspondidaApesar de falar e não ser compreendidaContinuo a acreditar que a amizade existe...Apesar do sol nem sempre estar presenteApesar da brisa transformar-se </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7592482014771947326/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=7592482014771947326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/7592482014771947326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/7592482014771947326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2009/04/apesar-de-acreditar.html' title='APESAR DE ACREDITAR!!'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/SdVi4t1qndI/AAAAAAAAAtA/pCxl2DurNco/s72-c/sonhar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-5116496041416374487</id><published>2009-03-29T14:36:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T15:04:17.286-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulher x futebol – sem mais delongas!</title><summary type='text'>Há uns dias, estava saindo do Palestra Itália, quando um amigo solta: "é mais fácil para o torcedor dizer que ama o time do que dizer para a mulher que a ama". Faz sentido, o campo de futebol é onde o homem expressa todas suas paixões mais intensas, mais do que na cama. Mas por quê?Antes de mais nada, que fique claro e conste dos autos que eu adoro mulher mais do que futebol, mas anos de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/5116496041416374487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=5116496041416374487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/5116496041416374487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/5116496041416374487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2009/03/mulher-x-futebol-sem-mais-delongas.html' title='&lt;blockquote&gt;Mulher x futebol – sem mais delongas!&lt;/blockquote&gt;'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/Sc-yp-ynlMI/AAAAAAAAArw/kDvSN6tQGX8/s72-c/bola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-6366179188185923893</id><published>2009-03-15T15:51:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T16:33:02.976-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudanças</title><summary type='text'>Pare de exigir das pessoas aquilo que muitas vezes nem você conseguiu conquistar.A vida vive pedindo pra gente mudar. Isso vale para você também, sabia? Vamos, ceda às forças internas, sem resistir. Afinal, toda mudança é para melhor. Olhe para trás e veja as fases de sua vida. Nem sempre foi confortável, néh? Especialmente para pessoas com maneiras e idéias muito cristalizadas. Mas é preciso </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6366179188185923893/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=6366179188185923893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/6366179188185923893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/6366179188185923893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2009/03/mudancas.html' title='Mudanças'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/Sb1XCHYojZI/AAAAAAAAArg/z_VxpbXD5vA/s72-c/reflexo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-8828441065827129067</id><published>2009-03-05T15:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T15:19:36.979-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Correr riscos!!</title><summary type='text'>Rir é correr risco de parecer tolo.Chorar é correr o risco de parecer sentimental.Estender a mão é correr o risco de se envolver.Expor seus sentimentos é correr o risco de mostrar seu verdadeiro eu.Defender seus sonhos e idéias diante da multidão é correr o risco de perder as pessoas.Amar é correr o risco de não ser correspondido.Viver é correr o risco de morrer.Confiar é correr o risco de se </summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-1801834818137520604</id><published>2009-02-23T22:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:30:28.154-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A IDIOTICE É VITAL PARA A FELICIDADE</title><summary type='text'>Gente chata essa que quer ser séria, profunda, visceral.Putz, coisa pentelha.A vida já é um caos, por que fazermos dela, ainda por cima, um tratado do Schopenhauer?Deixe a pungência para as horas em que ela éinevitável: mortes, separações, dores.No dia-a-dia, pelo amor de Deus, seja idiota.Ria dos próprios defeitos, tire sarro de suas inabilidades.Ignore o que o boçal do seu chefe proferiu. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1801834818137520604/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=1801834818137520604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/1801834818137520604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/1801834818137520604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2009/02/idiotice-e-vital-para-felicidade_23.html' title='A IDIOTICE É VITAL PARA A FELICIDADE'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/SaNL5Uc5PoI/AAAAAAAAAqg/bZEp-GpV7-4/s72-c/burro-shrek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-3680433572894022460</id><published>2009-02-23T22:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:31:48.125-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Teste a teoria.Uma semaninha, pra começar.Veja e sinta as coisas como se elas fossem o que são:passageiras.A briga, a dívida, a dor, a raiva, tudinho vai passar,então pra que tanta gravidade?Já fez tudo o que podia para resolver o problema?Parou, chorou, pediu arrego?Ótimo, hora da idiotice: entre na Internet, joguepebolim, coma um churrasco grego.Tá numas de empinar pipa no sábado? Vá.Quer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3680433572894022460/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=3680433572894022460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/3680433572894022460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/3680433572894022460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2009/02/teste-teoria.html' title=''/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/SaNMeKG2CFI/AAAAAAAAAqo/139qH1x6jaY/s72-c/idiota.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-788681405433324099</id><published>2009-02-15T22:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:18:32.389-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Crise por Albert Einstein</title><summary type='text'>Não pretendemos que as coisas mudem se sempre fazemos o mesmo. A crise é a melhor benção que pode ocorrer com as pessoas e países, porque a crise traz progressos. A criatividade nasce da angústia, como o dia nasce da noite escura. É na crise que nascem as invenções, os descobrimentos e as grandes estratégias. Quem supera a crise, supera a si mesmo sem ficar "superado". Quem atribui à crise seus </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/788681405433324099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=788681405433324099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/788681405433324099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/788681405433324099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2009/02/crise-por-albert-einstein_15.html' title='&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A Crise por Albert Einstein&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/SZi8pZTzpuI/AAAAAAAAAp4/A9-Fsu8Ak9w/s72-c/desafios.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-819309272651782248</id><published>2009-02-14T21:57:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:20:51.707-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Não coma a vida com garfo e faca.Lambuze-se!Muita gente guarda a vida para o futuro.É por isso que tantas pessoas se sentem emboloradas na meia-idade.Elas guardam a vida,não se entregam ao amor,ao trabalho, não ousam,não vão em frente.Não deixe sua vida ficar muito séria,saboreie tudo o que conseguir:as derrotas e as vitórias,a força do amanhecer e a poesia do anoitecer.Com o tempo,você vai </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/819309272651782248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=819309272651782248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/819309272651782248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/819309272651782248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2009/02/vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/SZde7c_nRpI/AAAAAAAAApw/3BB1-REuYV8/s72-c/bella-vida-big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-8880577679669650073</id><published>2009-02-14T21:57:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:10:24.681-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Compreendi que pra ser feliz basta querer</title><summary type='text'>Aprendi que o tempo cura... Que mágoa passaQue decepção não mataHoje é reflexo de ontemCompreendi que podemos chorarsem derramar lágrimasOs verdadeiros amigos permanecemA dor fortalece...Vencer engrandeceAprendi que sonhar não é fantasia Que a beleza não está no que vemos e sim no que sentimosQue o valor está na grandeza da conquistaCompreendi que as palavras têm forçaFazer é melhor que falar... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8880577679669650073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=8880577679669650073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/8880577679669650073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/8880577679669650073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2009/02/compreendi-que-pra-ser-feliz-basta.html' title='Compreendi que pra ser feliz basta querer'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/SZddIU3P8uI/AAAAAAAAApo/_pfJiKYDWkQ/s72-c/flores.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-8717730984828119391</id><published>2009-01-17T11:33:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T11:59:50.766-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexão de Rayma Lima</title><summary type='text'>"Felicidade e amor são palavras de iguais valor. O verdadeiro amor cresce com a partilha pois, a felicidade não está em viver,mas em como saber viver." Mia</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8717730984828119391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=8717730984828119391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/8717730984828119391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/8717730984828119391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2009/01/reflexo-de-rayma-lima.html' title='Reflexão de Rayma Lima'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/SXHjUk1II8I/AAAAAAAAApQ/4pFJIAw0Zjc/s72-c/imagem1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-8917930662831965312</id><published>2009-01-16T08:46:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T09:08:19.202-02:00</updated><title type='text'>MAIS BONITAS DO QUE SARDAS</title><summary type='text'>Aconteceu num dia em que estava com minha filha no zoológico. Vi uma avó com uma garotinha cujo rosto era todo salpicado de sardas vermelhas e brilhantes. As crianças estavam esperando numa fila para que um artista pintasse suas faces com patinhas de tigre.- Você tem tantas sardas que ele não vai ter onde pintar - um menino gritou da fila. Sem graça, a menininha abaixou a cabeça.A avó ajoelhou </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8917930662831965312/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=8917930662831965312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/8917930662831965312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/8917930662831965312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2009/01/mais-bonitas-do-que-sardas.html' title='MAIS BONITAS DO QUE SARDAS'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/SXBpmO4c1TI/AAAAAAAAAoo/Xz7b3Kgs9NQ/s72-c/imagem11.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-4738536498290556819</id><published>2009-01-09T20:44:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T20:49:27.837-02:00</updated><title type='text'>OS VENTOS</title><summary type='text'>Os ventos que as vezes tiram algo que amamos, são os mesmos que nos trazem algo que aprendemos a amar.Por isso, não devemos chorar pelo que nos foi tirado e sim aprender a amar o que nos foi dado, pois tudo que é verdadeiramente nosso, nunca se vai para sempre.Mi@</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/SWfUUMSNU6I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/JHqp21ke578/s72-c/vigie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-4931733604450025548</id><published>2009-01-04T17:33:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:06:29.797-02:00</updated><title type='text'>TODO SONHO...</title><summary type='text'>Todo sonho tem um preço.Se você quiser ser músico de verdade, o preço é a dedicação ao estudo das notas, da sonoridade, da composição, da busca da perfeição.Se o seu sonho é pintar, o preço é conhecer as cores, os pincéis, as técnicas de luz e perspectiva, é arriscar, fazer e refazer.Se o seu sonho é ser comerciante, o preço é a dedicação quase que integral ao negócio, são finais de semana atrás </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4931733604450025548/comments/default' title='Postar 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/SWKQ2ONvTMI/AAAAAAAAAmw/1BSbAroJyCw/s72-c/tt+imagens+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-2027926851582296993</id><published>2008-12-30T19:19:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T20:33:10.771-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ORAÇÃO DO ANO NOVO !!</title><summary type='text'>Nesse momento de paz, onde todas as pessoas se abraçam , se entendem, se cumprimentam e buscam por novos sonhos, que tentem descobrir a razão de ser feliz de verdade. Nesse momento eu desejo, quando Deus se fizer presente em cada oração, que cada família, em todos os lares, recebam suas bênçãos e sintam o meu carinho.. Quero dizer, do amor do Pai pela sua vida, e desejar que os seus passos nunca </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/2027926851582296993/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=2027926851582296993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/2027926851582296993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/2027926851582296993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2008/12/orao-do-ano-novo.html' title='ORAÇÃO DO ANO NOVO !!'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/SVqdcISKGnI/AAAAAAAAAlg/SsWS95Ix8a4/s72-c/champagne1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-5580663523372348623</id><published>2008-12-28T18:21:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T18:27:49.588-02:00</updated><title type='text'>MEUS DESEJOS MAIS SINCEROS E COM MUITO CARINHO</title><summary type='text'>Beijos no coração de todos vocês.Mi@</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/5580663523372348623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=5580663523372348623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/5580663523372348623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/5580663523372348623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2008/12/meus-desejos-mais-sinceros-e-com-muito.html' title='MEUS DESEJOS MAIS SINCEROS E COM MUITO CARINHO'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/SVfg3DKBc4I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/8AzuJ4HOGB4/s72-c/OL.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-3135833032208297328</id><published>2008-12-19T15:08:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T18:30:15.125-02:00</updated><title type='text'>FELIZ ANO DA OPORTUNIDADE !!!!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>A virada do ano é sempre um grande marco, mesmo simbólico, em que refletimos e avaliamos  o que passou. É o momento em que projetamos novos anseios, desejos, e asidéias parecem invadir nossas mentes. 2009 é o ano da oportunidade,o ano para executar nossos projetos mais ousados,fazendo acontecer pelo prazer de descobrir e realizar. Reinvente-se neste novo ano e desfruteda vitória de realizar seus </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3135833032208297328/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=3135833032208297328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/3135833032208297328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/3135833032208297328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2008/12/feliz-ano-da-oportunidade.html' title='FELIZ ANO DA OPORTUNIDADE !!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/SUvWCspnR6I/AAAAAAAAAlA/2pAG1XCBPKY/s72-c/natal2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-4162201154018930047</id><published>2008-12-18T16:29:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T16:30:59.578-02:00</updated><title type='text'>" O  Essencial "</title><summary type='text'>Mi@</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4162201154018930047/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=4162201154018930047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/4162201154018930047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/4162201154018930047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-essencial_18.html' title='&quot; O  Essencial &quot;'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/SUqWtur09DI/AAAAAAAAAkc/ZNqiXAcEpMQ/s72-c/boldrini1.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-6206070619557296170</id><published>2008-12-16T20:50:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:00:35.181-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reengenharia do Tempo</title><summary type='text'>O tempo é uma aflição constante, no mundo contemporâneo. Temos a sensação de que não há tempo para fazer nem o que nos cabe, nem o que nos apraz.Pensamento de Rosiska Darcy de Oliveira</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6206070619557296170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=6206070619557296170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/6206070619557296170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/6206070619557296170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2008/12/reengenharia-do-tempo.html' title='Reengenharia do Tempo'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/SUgyqBh_bII/AAAAAAAAAkM/fBMM14KaYvo/s72-c/ampulheta%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-1044167632642293583</id><published>2008-12-08T23:03:00.018-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:25:56.117-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Não leve a vida tão a sério!!</title><summary type='text'>DANCEDESCANSE VÁ ÀS COMPRAS BEIJE MUITO! RELAXE JUNTO A NATUREZA ATREVA-SE SOLTE BOAS GARGALHADAS GRITE BEM ALTOATREVA-SE COM A CULINÁRIA TOME BANHO DE ESPUMA E SEJA FELIZ!   Mi@</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1044167632642293583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=1044167632642293583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/1044167632642293583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/1044167632642293583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-leve-vida-to-srio.html' title='Não leve a vida tão a sério!!'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/ST3G3PkLnqI/AAAAAAAAAkE/uEYvGGtQ92A/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-1677641584966320941</id><published>2008-12-07T21:17:00.012-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:34:57.813-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Voe......voe.....e seja feliz......</title><summary type='text'>De tudo o que existe,O mais importante está dentro de você.São as suas qualidades de coragem,Confiança e amor que querem brilhar,Produzir resultados, dar-lhe saúde e paz.Ponha-as em uso, visando realização,Melhoria e pacificação. E verá fluírem de dentro.Como um pássaro restituído à liberdade.Renove-se.Trabalhe com confiança.Aja com fé no dia de hoje e no de amanhã.Confie nas suas qualidades ,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1677641584966320941/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=1677641584966320941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/1677641584966320941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/1677641584966320941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2008/12/voevoee-seja-feliz.html' title='Voe......voe.....e seja feliz......'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/STxbuqhN_DI/AAAAAAAAAi0/R1NgREQ7BO8/s72-c/pavao_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-1249866752532276433</id><published>2008-12-07T20:43:00.014-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:15:55.048-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ILUSÕES DO AMANHÃ</title><summary type='text'> Por que eu vivo procurando  Um motivo de viver, Se a vida às vezes parece de mim esquecer. Procuro em todas, mas todas não são você   Eu quero apenas viver Se não for para mim que seja pra você Mas às vezes você parece me ignorar Sem nem ao menos me olhar Me machucando pra valer Atrás dos meus sonhos eu vou correr Eu vou me achar, pra mais tarde em você me perder. Se a vida dá presente pra cada </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1249866752532276433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=1249866752532276433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/1249866752532276433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/1249866752532276433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2008/12/iluses-do-amanh.html' title='ILUSÕES DO AMANHÃ'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/STxWM5kxqTI/AAAAAAAAAh8/aiHOzrFmIwQ/s72-c/procurando+vc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-527486365054500939.post-5948996675062255825</id><published>2008-11-27T21:11:00.011-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T21:44:54.996-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicidade Existe</title><summary type='text'>Apesar de sonhar até mesmo o impossívelApesar de sorrir sem ao menos ter motivosApesar de cantar para disfarçar o prantoContinuo a afirmar que a felicidade existe...Apesar de acreditar e às vezes ser traídoApesar de gostar e não ser correspondidoApesar de falar e não ser compreendidoContinuo a acreditar que a amizade existe...Apesar do sol nem sempre estar presenteApesar da brisa transformar-se </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/5948996675062255825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=527486365054500939&amp;postID=5948996675062255825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/5948996675062255825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/527486365054500939/posts/default/5948996675062255825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miapoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/felicidade-existe.html' title='Felicidade Existe'/><author><name>Apenas Mi@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02324167644337211676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ll9HCP2ye0/TiMP2C4LwFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fMeDR-ArzKU/s220/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxDmAzaEBLw/SS8t5P1hSNI/AAAAAAAAAh0/sWWPOblDUAE/s72-c/felicidade+existe.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
