<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905999</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2026 22:51:43 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Flores de outono</title><description>Encantada com flores, poesia, fotos e a natureza... ou serão apenas um refúgio?</description><link>http://floresdeoutono.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Flor)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905999.post-879079663107948823</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Mar 2018 18:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-03-27T22:53:56.630-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Dia triste de outono em Porto Alegre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;mas eu me sinto bem mais feliz nessa estação do ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;Lembrei-me
que um dia fiz uma promessa aos deuses: ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 22pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;Mesmo
que o mundo ficasse triste, mesmo que as pessoas ficassem mais frias, mais
egoístas,&amp;nbsp;mais violentas e grosseiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 22pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;Lembrei
com clareza que prometi ser feliz mesmo que a luz do sol se apagasse, mesmo que
tudo parecesse estranho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 22pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;Pois
um dia os deuses&amp;nbsp;contaram-me um grande segredo: a felicidade está dentro
do nosso coração e não naquilo que nos rodeia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 22pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;E
é por isso que estou escrevendo essa mensagem para dizer a você, meu amigo:
seja feliz também e não se esqueça de espalhar um pouco dessa alegria ao seu
redor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</description><link>http://floresdeoutono.blogspot.com/2018/03/dia-triste-de-outono-em-porto-alegre.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flor)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUryLuWuF64ohlyrZrHflKpAOa2F_LTyf4U2e8wm8HTEnaIwX84gHLysDLj8921PNwpxJ1jY8I1UYaMnTNy-6Czj1-kjkbNo33_MzPD2trfNVs9EKaR9SNGe97MvQrZ1YGVCYE/s72-c/DSC00050.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905999.post-7246117695147431699</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Mar 2018 21:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-03-21T18:11:03.242-03:00</atom:updated><title>Rastro de luz</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ead1dc; font-size: 18pt;&quot;&gt;E cá estou eu voltando junto com o outono... Posso até dizer, renascendo, depois de tanto calor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ead1dc;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18.0pt;&quot;&gt;Há muito tempo atrás, escrevi um poema sobre águias e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;gostaria de compartilhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ead1dc;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ead1dc;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ead1dc; font-size: 18.0pt;&quot;&gt;À beira do penhasco,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ead1dc; font-size: 18.0pt;&quot;&gt;Diante de tão linda vista&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ead1dc; font-size: 18.0pt;&quot;&gt;Pensei que poderia voar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ead1dc; font-size: 18.0pt;&quot;&gt;Livre como águias&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ead1dc; font-size: 18.0pt;&quot;&gt;Mas não...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ead1dc; font-size: 18.0pt;&quot;&gt;Parece também que não sairei do casulo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ead1dc; font-size: 18.0pt;&quot;&gt;Como fazem as borboletas...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ead1dc;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ead1dc; font-size: 18.0pt;&quot;&gt;Uns nascem para voar,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ead1dc; font-size: 18.0pt;&quot;&gt;Outros para caminhar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ead1dc; font-size: 18.0pt;&quot;&gt;Uns serão invejados por voarem alto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ead1dc; font-size: 18.0pt;&quot;&gt;E lembrados com admiração.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ead1dc; font-size: 18.0pt;&quot;&gt;Outros, apenas caminharão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ead1dc; font-size: 18.0pt;&quot;&gt;Deixando talvez um rastro de luz e saudade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ead1dc; font-size: 18.0pt;&quot;&gt;^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ead1dc; font-size: 18.0pt;&quot;&gt;Hoje reescrevi meu poema!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ead1dc;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ead1dc; font-size: 18.0pt;&quot;&gt;Ao acordar hoje, segunda-feira,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ead1dc; font-size: 18.0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;tudo estava igual a minha
volta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ead1dc; font-size: 18.0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Mas eu estava diferente,
faceira,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ead1dc; font-size: 18.0pt;&quot;&gt;Confiante, com ou sem turbulências&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ead1dc; font-size: 18.0pt;&quot;&gt;Posso voar!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ead1dc;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</description><link>http://floresdeoutono.blogspot.com/2018/03/rastro-de-luz.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flor)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905999.post-7242499804790377116</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Mar 2017 18:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-03-28T15:53:56.061-03:00</atom:updated><title>Início do ano</title><description>&lt;h3&gt;
Dizem que o ano começa realmente em março...então que seja.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos deixar de lado aquela moleza que o excesso de calor costuma provocar e tratar de fazer algo legal, que me alegre, que me faça sentir bem!&lt;br /&gt;E aí começa o dilema: o que me faz sentir bem hoje em dia? Se fosse há um tempo atrás, as respostas viriam sem esforço, mas não hoje!&lt;br /&gt;Adorava poesias e continuo adorando. Adorava escrever poesias mas hoje estou bloqueada, travada!&lt;br /&gt;Os versos vem e vão embora como rajadas de vento.&lt;br /&gt;Adorava música e continuo adorando.&lt;br /&gt;De uns tempo pra cá, tenho curtido mantras encantadores que, de fato, me fazem sentir bem.&lt;/h3&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ps43KwRm6pQ&amp;amp;t=635s&quot;&gt;Mantra Ajai Alai&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ps43KwRm6pQ&amp;amp;t=635s&quot;&gt;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ps43KwRm6pQ&amp;amp;t=635s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</description><link>http://floresdeoutono.blogspot.com/2017/03/dizem-que-o-ano-comeca-realmente-em.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flor)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905999.post-3950787591665073653</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 May 2016 23:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-05-17T21:17:59.885-03:00</atom:updated><title>Onde estou, 2016?</title><description>Já estamos em maio e eu, simplesmente, não postei nada no meu blog, não escrevi nada! O tempo passou tão rápidamente que nem senti.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas o amor à poesia nunca morre!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;bradley hand itc&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Mudança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;bradley hand itc&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;bradley hand itc&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;bradley hand itc&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Já guardei minhas
roupas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;bradley hand itc&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Organizei meus
livros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;bradley hand itc&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;meus quadros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;bradley hand itc&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Arrumei espaço
pra minhas poesias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;bradley hand itc&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;bradley hand itc&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;ó não sei onde
esconder essa dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</description><link>http://floresdeoutono.blogspot.com/2016/05/onde-estou-2016.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flor)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzvYwjei-D0An719YvxxjMouWFKOfWggQ0S_SAbJLKT-lARkoMPvi78K3R9PjGZoGBu_WvLoUTEfyQCjCxQmqmUoKHwJKcNZifKsBTu-HkwT8wvbWGX99NCDppVAxwTWt0w5Gm/s72-c/DSC04450.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905999.post-8878028354946312262</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Oct 2015 22:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-10-20T20:17:20.086-02:00</atom:updated><title>Poema para o futuro</title><description>&lt;h1 style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Estranho escrever&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;correndo o risco de
ser lida&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;daqui há cem,
duzentos anos...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;O que sentirão as
pessoas no futuro&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;lendo coisas&amp;nbsp; do meu passado ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;De início, a resposta
não veio.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Olhei para trás, cem,
duzentos anos,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;os sentimentos eram
os mesmos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;A resposta tornou-se
clara :&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;ontem, hoje e amanhã,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;fomos, somos,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;seremos os mesmos...humanos!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://floresdeoutono.blogspot.com/2015/10/para-o-futuro-estranho-escrever.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flor)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0P0d7MYA-zm18M1edaWGRd6OQkuJrUvjhoJG6sbrplFnbc9j5a0_lwhYevXoBTk0GC25mIBtwMLgVj3s7BMqbCyQZ8QzjUEj4mTvB9v1-HM4if6dFtJd2kLKUzC57348KrA0T/s72-c/75e216dda63277b7362bbf6594d33b6b.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905999.post-1237282304672955699</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2015 00:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-04-21T21:23:35.965-03:00</atom:updated><title>Tristeza de poeta</title><description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;PT&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 16.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;PT&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 16.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Não é o
olhar indiferente às poesias&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;PT&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 16.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Que
deixa triste um poeta,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;PT&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 16.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;É
antes, o olhar fugidio&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;PT&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 16.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;De quem
as lê,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;PT&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 16.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Fazendo
de conta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;PT&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 16.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Que não
sente mais emoção.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://floresdeoutono.blogspot.com/2015/04/tristeza-de-poeta.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flor)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905999.post-6746404753162570295</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Feb 2015 12:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-08-05T22:02:10.332-03:00</atom:updated><title>Sobre palavras </title><description>&lt;h4&gt;
&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;h4&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #b45f06;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;h4&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #660000; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;
Palavras escritas, faladas, sussurradas, gritadas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;h4&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #660000; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;
Palavras tolas, terríveis, de desaprovação, de incentivo, de carinho, de raiva, enfim são tantas palavras que chegam a confundir muitas vezes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;h4&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #660000; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;
Palavras que juntam, que separam, que alegram, que suavizam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;h4&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #660000; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;
E afinal se não houvesse palavras, seríamos mais felizes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</description><link>http://floresdeoutono.blogspot.com/2015/02/sobre-palavras.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flor)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905999.post-6840807907488124513</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Feb 2015 22:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-02-13T20:18:29.707-02:00</atom:updated><title>Cartão postal</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ds0ymSta1lqzhjNfYpObVpgZZcujzQNUf_marrGvBn6_kyhNOGWHZG5k6U2VX3MJ1TQC3Gjz6D1Z_Qboy6hbgg_LkgjeU7robUdS4HrysfyRogH-Vmgd9OPg9HkYyVxE5BoV/s1600/Cart%C3%A3o+postal.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ds0ymSta1lqzhjNfYpObVpgZZcujzQNUf_marrGvBn6_kyhNOGWHZG5k6U2VX3MJ1TQC3Gjz6D1Z_Qboy6hbgg_LkgjeU7robUdS4HrysfyRogH-Vmgd9OPg9HkYyVxE5BoV/s1600/Cart%C3%A3o+postal.jpg&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</description><link>http://floresdeoutono.blogspot.com/2015/02/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flor)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ds0ymSta1lqzhjNfYpObVpgZZcujzQNUf_marrGvBn6_kyhNOGWHZG5k6U2VX3MJ1TQC3Gjz6D1Z_Qboy6hbgg_LkgjeU7robUdS4HrysfyRogH-Vmgd9OPg9HkYyVxE5BoV/s72-c/Cart%C3%A3o+postal.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905999.post-3591533682517236948</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Feb 2015 14:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-02-13T20:19:59.278-02:00</atom:updated><title>Poema Caras no espelho</title><description>&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2bKrXk3b_ZYgFQGGUOslhlWNxh73yWGaqUuzCpRn2HDmZnwVep6aWAeFKy4xQlo76E1iKxm6-NH_qys8Yr1jnMrVFdgYgF78-2cPVbRj9Uf3XfmBIol_MAlmMQW5XPTfhHPah/s1600/poema+Caras+no+espelho.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2bKrXk3b_ZYgFQGGUOslhlWNxh73yWGaqUuzCpRn2HDmZnwVep6aWAeFKy4xQlo76E1iKxm6-NH_qys8Yr1jnMrVFdgYgF78-2cPVbRj9Uf3XfmBIol_MAlmMQW5XPTfhHPah/s1600/poema+Caras+no+espelho.jpg&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;
Somos seres de multiplas facetas,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;é preciso ir em busca de auto-conhecimento&lt;br /&gt;para que possamos saber o que esperar de nós mesmos.&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</description><link>http://floresdeoutono.blogspot.com/2015/02/somos-seres-de-multiplas-facetas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flor)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2bKrXk3b_ZYgFQGGUOslhlWNxh73yWGaqUuzCpRn2HDmZnwVep6aWAeFKy4xQlo76E1iKxm6-NH_qys8Yr1jnMrVFdgYgF78-2cPVbRj9Uf3XfmBIol_MAlmMQW5XPTfhHPah/s72-c/poema+Caras+no+espelho.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905999.post-3271307262203469598</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Jan 2015 01:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-02-11T12:18:18.864-02:00</atom:updated><title>A beleza passageira das damas da noite</title><description>&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEire2kEoRg8lWnPZ8hewp6Vq4V-oQ22GFiitfa37hfXA60W1DVdfhib_4qGLSMmy1NxdpOhEL4w_83FGoOMk76EvlUJ7UH2ksgEr6KafWxi7_wnDndkyD2Aakg9-Kwk1OLZRy_x/s1600/DSC08627.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEire2kEoRg8lWnPZ8hewp6Vq4V-oQ22GFiitfa37hfXA60W1DVdfhib_4qGLSMmy1NxdpOhEL4w_83FGoOMk76EvlUJ7UH2ksgEr6KafWxi7_wnDndkyD2Aakg9-Kwk1OLZRy_x/s1600/DSC08627.JPG&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;h3&gt;
Que flores incríveis, desabrocham apenas à noite e,&lt;br /&gt;o mais impressionante, por apenas uma noite!&lt;br /&gt;Na vida, também, há coisas maravilhosas que passam rapidamente.&lt;br /&gt;Temos que aproveitar cada momento bom pois nada é duradouro.&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</description><link>http://floresdeoutono.blogspot.com/2015/01/a-beleza-passageira-das-damas-da-noite.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flor)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEire2kEoRg8lWnPZ8hewp6Vq4V-oQ22GFiitfa37hfXA60W1DVdfhib_4qGLSMmy1NxdpOhEL4w_83FGoOMk76EvlUJ7UH2ksgEr6KafWxi7_wnDndkyD2Aakg9-Kwk1OLZRy_x/s72-c/DSC08627.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905999.post-2082299144315622502</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2014 19:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-03T23:22:10.323-02:00</atom:updated><title>A eterna festa das rosas</title><description>&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF-3jeXG14pBlXSktlMrq16AG5OI5bcTJePLkvdtnnvJo4OE4z7hrhJb2NFK77jPes8aKutuOi4nH9wcIBXWDG0pC5EJiaPthyEykhhPHjKPgqCkXokGbiTrDqTmB3lh1BRxYp/s1600/DSC09865.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF-3jeXG14pBlXSktlMrq16AG5OI5bcTJePLkvdtnnvJo4OE4z7hrhJb2NFK77jPes8aKutuOi4nH9wcIBXWDG0pC5EJiaPthyEykhhPHjKPgqCkXokGbiTrDqTmB3lh1BRxYp/s1600/DSC09865.JPG&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Mais uma vez, as pequenas rosas estão fazendo festa no meu jardim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;trazendo&amp;nbsp;uma mensagem de beleza e persistência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</description><link>http://floresdeoutono.blogspot.com/2014/10/mais-uma-vez-as-pequenas-rosas-estao.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flor)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF-3jeXG14pBlXSktlMrq16AG5OI5bcTJePLkvdtnnvJo4OE4z7hrhJb2NFK77jPes8aKutuOi4nH9wcIBXWDG0pC5EJiaPthyEykhhPHjKPgqCkXokGbiTrDqTmB3lh1BRxYp/s72-c/DSC09865.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905999.post-514496084900675190</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Aug 2014 18:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-08-27T15:27:12.241-03:00</atom:updated><title>A resposta da lua</title><description>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicavQQnJfi5d5gXgcnBo9jG_2ZnQtzHTRpc9Z68bGmXj3xkf0gpQMz4re-bz7kVO_XHCTmdmkeq0rEg-5TDL8BbzwBkEwBeSQjUpeu95VT5mYySAeSaZH21_nzfc9is61ss10w/s1600/DSC05418.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicavQQnJfi5d5gXgcnBo9jG_2ZnQtzHTRpc9Z68bGmXj3xkf0gpQMz4re-bz7kVO_XHCTmdmkeq0rEg-5TDL8BbzwBkEwBeSQjUpeu95VT5mYySAeSaZH21_nzfc9is61ss10w/s1600/DSC05418.JPG&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: medium; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;O sorriso da lua é uma mensagem dos anjos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: medium; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Se ainda há tanta beleza&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: medium; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Ainda há esperança.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
</description><link>http://floresdeoutono.blogspot.com/2014/08/o-sorriso-da-lua-e-uma-mensagem-dos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flor)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicavQQnJfi5d5gXgcnBo9jG_2ZnQtzHTRpc9Z68bGmXj3xkf0gpQMz4re-bz7kVO_XHCTmdmkeq0rEg-5TDL8BbzwBkEwBeSQjUpeu95VT5mYySAeSaZH21_nzfc9is61ss10w/s72-c/DSC05418.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905999.post-1719799808291647340</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2014 02:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-08-27T15:26:14.424-03:00</atom:updated><title>Porque a lua sorri?</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicavQQnJfi5d5gXgcnBo9jG_2ZnQtzHTRpc9Z68bGmXj3xkf0gpQMz4re-bz7kVO_XHCTmdmkeq0rEg-5TDL8BbzwBkEwBeSQjUpeu95VT5mYySAeSaZH21_nzfc9is61ss10w/s1600/DSC05418.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicavQQnJfi5d5gXgcnBo9jG_2ZnQtzHTRpc9Z68bGmXj3xkf0gpQMz4re-bz7kVO_XHCTmdmkeq0rEg-5TDL8BbzwBkEwBeSQjUpeu95VT5mYySAeSaZH21_nzfc9is61ss10w/s1600/DSC05418.JPG&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Olho-me no espelho,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;vejo muito sofrimento.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Olho para o céu,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;vejo a lua sorridente.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Porque estou a chorar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;e ela a sorrir?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Onde foi que nos desencontramos?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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</description><link>http://floresdeoutono.blogspot.com/2014/08/olho-me-no-espelho-vejo-muito-muito.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flor)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicavQQnJfi5d5gXgcnBo9jG_2ZnQtzHTRpc9Z68bGmXj3xkf0gpQMz4re-bz7kVO_XHCTmdmkeq0rEg-5TDL8BbzwBkEwBeSQjUpeu95VT5mYySAeSaZH21_nzfc9is61ss10w/s72-c/DSC05418.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905999.post-4676083212046533695</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Jun 2014 14:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-06-05T13:14:16.082-03:00</atom:updated><title>Quem imita quem?</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: start;&quot;&gt;A beleza das nuvens chama a atenção, pena que é tão passageira...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: start;&quot;&gt;a natureza imita a vida&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: start;&quot;&gt;ou será a vida que imita a natureza?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 14.25pt;&quot;&gt;Amanheceu
bem frio, com uma chuva forte que faz sentir mais frio ainda. Nem dá pra reclamar,
pois estamos em pleno inverno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;line-height: 14.25pt;&quot;&gt;
Mesmo assim, gosto do inverno, os dias são mais
lindos, o sol tem um brilho todo especial e o azul do céu fica maravilhoso.
Claro que tem o lado difícil quando começa essa chuva, cerração, umidade
alta, o vento muito frio. Mas em compensação, é no inverno que as cores do
pôr-do-sol são mais lindas.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;line-height: 14.25pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 14.25pt;&quot;&gt;Porém
há outro tipo de frio que também congela o coração, é o frio do desencanto.
Quando a gente se desencanta e fica sem saber o que fazer nem atina como
melhorar as coisas na nossa vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;line-height: 14.25pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 14.25pt;&quot;&gt;O frio nos congela. O desencanto &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 14.25pt;&quot;&gt;nos deixa travados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;line-height: 14.25pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;line-height: 14.25pt;&quot;&gt;
Entretanto o inverno também tem seu lado bom: quando sol aparece em sua plenitude, aquece tudo.
Fica tão gostoso! Então tem que haver algo na vida que funcione como um sol
também!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;line-height: 14.25pt;&quot;&gt;
Há
um tempo atrás escrevi um poema que, de certa forma, tem a ver com essa busca
de algo que ajude a viver com mais alegria e objetivo:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 14.25pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;Procurando
flores na escuridão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 14.25pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Andei
por vales sombrios,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 14.25pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Por
ruas vazias, vultos furtivos e assustadores.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 14.25pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Quando
menos esperava, encontrei uma flor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 14.25pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Pequena,
com uma beleza tão rara e especial&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 14.25pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Que
iluminava tudo ao seu redor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 14.25pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Era
a flor do amor,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 14.25pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Existe
em qualquer lugar do mundo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 14.25pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Mesmo
o mais inesperado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 14.25pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
O
amor ilumina qualquer ser, qualquer vida.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 14.25pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Procurando
flores na escuridão,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 14.25pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Encontrei
você!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;É
claro que no poema, coloquei uma conotação de amor romântico, mas esse “você”
do final pode ser substituído por outras palavras.&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://floresdeoutono.blogspot.com/2014/06/a-beleza-das-nuvens-chama-atencao-pena.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flor)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihP78is8LK4FfcYPcoWumirXx2QLLeF0_8Gd3DP4lqzks6yXiycDmXqqY1bwQWzjExRcLN7UuLE9skOHzrHBIxYZxYAh_cxnxJxReLAOH5I7fqpK9jsL8GA1J4Mr1xaRZ9rOgD/s72-c/ba6d3a9113aab15a93d3bd4553785061.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905999.post-3392243492413752759</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Jan 2014 16:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-06-05T15:05:45.912-03:00</atom:updated><title>Ano novo?</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Pela primeira vez na vida, a entrada do ano novo não me causou muita emoção... Justo eu que curto tanto as festas de fim de ano!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Creio que perdi algo em 2013 e certamente vou ter que correr atrás, pois quando perdemos o entusiasmo começamos a morrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;É verdade que minha saúde está bem debilitada e estou enfrentando uma batalha, lembro que fiz um pequeno poema numa ocasião semelhante a de agora em minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Dragões&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sabe, &amp;nbsp;meu amigo,&lt;br /&gt;
Já enfrentei um dragão antes&lt;br /&gt;
E venci.&lt;br /&gt;
Agora é hora de enfrentar novamente.&lt;br /&gt;
Esse parece bem maior,&lt;br /&gt;
Se vou vencer, não sei...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Se não vencer, recolha meus destroços&lt;br /&gt;
E enterre num jardim,&lt;br /&gt;
Mesmo que não haja rosas.&lt;br /&gt;
Depois faça uma oração:&lt;br /&gt;
Com certeza, algum anjo há de escutar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://floresdeoutono.blogspot.com/2014/01/pela-primeira-vez-na-vida-entrada-do.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flor)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905999.post-3066218289463851118</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Dec 2013 12:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-08-08T14:46:06.495-03:00</atom:updated><title>Feliz Natal!</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffe599;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando criança, logo percebi que não existia Papai Noel de verdade nem o Coelhinho da Páscoa, mas percebi também que os adultos faziam aquela brincadeira para alegrar as crianças.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffe599;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Esse gesto sempre me sensibilizou muito e mantive essa alegria em meu coração todos esses anos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffe599;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Por isso, sempre desejei Alegria e Amor a todos, amigos, familiares, vizinhos etc... No meu entender, são a essência do Natal!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffe599;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffe599;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Feliz Natal mais uma vez e sempre!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</description><link>http://floresdeoutono.blogspot.com/2013/12/quando-crianca-logo-percebi-que-nao.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flor)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha-ukDNI1-iXWccGo9ry60erPHfcfjvrixxqyoUIB9wfjHHZWMjHobQu0ESiK00tOlhlh7XQ7qa5-F7t-WpTixucndrLoNrgX_VsE0fX-xy3-MZxZRhDRYsP7jY2L9O852hZ1U/s72-c/flor+de+ma%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905999.post-2346617722810020316</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Dec 2013 14:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-08-08T14:48:11.712-03:00</atom:updated><title>Aprendendo...</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;line-height: 14.25pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffe599;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Sou ligada demais em relacionamentos e afetividades. Estou sempre tentando
entender as pessoas e a mim mesma, talvez seja mania de virginiana. Quem sabe
teria sido uma boa psicóloga? Mas entender só não resolve nada, preciso
aprender a conviver com elas do jeito que são, pois ninguém vai mudar por minha
causa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffe599;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;line-height: 14.25pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #244061;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffe599;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;O que me mais me incomoda são aquelas atitudes antigas e arraigadas que
são difíceis de melhorar, por serem quase inconscientes, tanto as minhas como
as alheias. Sinto-me desconfortável com isso pois parece que não aprendi nada
durante toda minha vida e isso não é verdade. Afinal ninguém vive em vão!
Alguma lição, a gente sempre aprende...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://floresdeoutono.blogspot.com/2013/12/aprendendo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flor)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905999.post-254597408795439827</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Dec 2013 23:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-04-19T15:01:47.968-03:00</atom:updated><title>O livro do Eu?</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;line-height: 14.25pt;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;Escrever
um diário é, de certa forma, uma atitude egoísta... afinal um diário é o livro
do Eu. A gente escreve pra gente mesmo, trazendo à tona uma série de emoções e
sentimentos, raciocínios e pensamentos que, a princípio, não interessam para os
outros ou não convém mostrar para evitar atritos ou confusões.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;line-height: 14.25pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;Num diário, eu seria o centro das atenções, o foco... E me acostumei a viver pensando
na minha família, nos meus amigos, inclusive amigos virtuais, nos colegas de
trabalho. Eu, geralmente, ficava no fim dessa lista.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;line-height: 14.25pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 14.25pt;&quot;&gt;Pode
parecer sentimentalismo barato, mas curto aquela história de alguém achar um
diário perdido num sótão e descobrir verdades que não imaginava: por exemplo,
uma filha descobrir que sua mãe a amava mais do que demonstrava, um homem
descobrir que sua amada teve um grande amor antes dele e por aí adiante. Talvez
porque uma parte de mim, curte mistérios...só que agora, o sótão é um micro, a
web ....hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://floresdeoutono.blogspot.com/2013/12/escreverum-diario-e-de-certa-forma-uma.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flor)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI01TGgtBSJT0MspO6YFbfpXmoVMHXMcL-qg_Hf8v32AMQ4OnYf32jDfpCuD8beF1Reome3cCY_F2gK7oCOlNa7RyYr4AkoYahVcQb8swU5zSc-oWc3u5zpzf3z94awifdvYFp/s72-c/DSC05603.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905999.post-700222845501852323</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Nov 2013 18:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-11-20T23:18:33.175-02:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Os temporais estão nos castigando, mas a beleza das flores continua me surpreendendo.&lt;br /&gt;
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A primavera está chegando, mas o calor que estamos tendo é típico de pleno verão.&lt;br /&gt;
Praticamente saímos de 10 graus para mais de 30 graus e essa variação tão rápida chega a causar mal estar.&lt;br /&gt;
Curto muito a primavera e o outono, exatamente por serem estações relativamente amenas, mas esse ano de 2013 está sendo pródigo em exageros de todo tipo.</description><link>http://floresdeoutono.blogspot.com/2013/09/a-primavera-esta-chegando-mas-o-calor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flor)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUu-p_xojqKCpMRV9OSv9KVplSGciqcO6xVjWAmR4y6CK9_WK6oGKPjEsCGnNPzhlXMUKTy8Wa6N3JN1YB5mM0evknS2s5qVuKz8JHr2aerrUtk4M13TuBvKP5bvZBHE6pmqm2/s72-c/Imagem+050-2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905999.post-2071494776931614474</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Aug 2013 18:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-08-03T13:46:02.870-03:00</atom:updated><title>Inverno ou inferno</title><description>Estamos em pleno inverno, mas tivemos dois dias de pleno verão...essas variações súbitas não são tão fáceis de suportar, exatamente como acontece na nossa vida.&lt;br /&gt;
Fico me perguntando de onde tiramos forças para ir em frente muitas vezes, acho que somos meio divinos, meio Fênix...&lt;br /&gt;
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Hoje amanheceu uma neblina intensa e à tarde, a chuva chegou repentinamente.&lt;br /&gt;
Mundo estranho esse em que vivemos...&lt;br /&gt;
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