<?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-6564375830977799494</id><updated>2011-09-14T11:19:05.135-07:00</updated><category term='Contos de Natal'/><title type='text'>Fadas das flores</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lurdeskida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013805371297284194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FLtQGD-cn8/TJ5staS4JzI/AAAAAAAACKk/4Vf7BG8wsy0/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-6462942115472035681</id><published>2011-08-15T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T06:44:00.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu, eu mesmo, tal qual resultei de tudo,&lt;br /&gt;Espécie de acessório ou sobressalente próprio,&lt;br /&gt;Arredores irregulares da minha emoção sincera,&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu aqui em mim, sou eu.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto fui, quanto não fui, tudo isso sou.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto quis, quanto não quis, tudo isso me forma.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto amei ou deixei de amar é a mesma saudade em mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Álvaro de Campos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s286.photobucket.com/albums/ll116/lurdeskida/bichinhos%20fofos/CUMPRIMENTOS/?action=view&amp;amp;current=feriado009.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 258px; HEIGHT: 386px" height="418" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll116/lurdeskida/bichinhos%20fofos/CUMPRIMENTOS/feriado009.gif" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-6462942115472035681?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/6462942115472035681/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564375830977799494&amp;postID=6462942115472035681' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/6462942115472035681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/6462942115472035681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/2011/08/eu.html' title='Eu...'/><author><name>lurdeskida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013805371297284194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FLtQGD-cn8/TJ5staS4JzI/AAAAAAAACKk/4Vf7BG8wsy0/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-3911857219256953385</id><published>2011-07-31T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T05:10:45.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Anjo que nos visita...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VISITAÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O anjo que escolheu lhe visitar é o da Purificação.&lt;br /&gt;Ele pede que você medite sobre sua mensagem.&lt;br /&gt;Pense sobre o que é ser puro.&lt;br /&gt;A pureza pode - e deve - &lt;br /&gt;estar presente em vários níveis do nosso ser.&lt;br /&gt;Devemos cultivar a pureza em nosso corpo - &lt;br /&gt;mantendo-o saudável e limpo.&lt;br /&gt;Devemos cultivar a pureza na nossa presença no mundo &lt;br /&gt;- evitando gestos que produzam poluição.&lt;br /&gt;Devemos cultivar a pureza em nossas relações.&lt;br /&gt;Como cultivar a pureza em sua fala?&lt;br /&gt;Como cultivar a pureza em sua mente?&lt;br /&gt;Este anjo lhe pergunta: &lt;br /&gt;"O que há para purificar em sua vida? &lt;br /&gt;Diga-me que eu a ajudarei a fazê-lo".&lt;br /&gt;Este anjo lhe diz: &lt;br /&gt;"Neste momento, que presente de pureza você pode&lt;br /&gt;me dar? Pode me dedicar um pensamento puro? &lt;br /&gt;Pode fazer um gesto para&lt;br /&gt;purificar seu ambiente? &lt;br /&gt;Pode cuidar para que suas palavras sejam mais puras&lt;br /&gt;e benéficas?"&lt;br /&gt;"Eu trago minha luz purificadora até você. Use-a".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s398.photobucket.com/albums/pp68/lurdessonia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=33.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i398.photobucket.com/albums/pp68/lurdessonia/33.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-3911857219256953385?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/3911857219256953385/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564375830977799494&amp;postID=3911857219256953385' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/3911857219256953385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/3911857219256953385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-anjo-que-nos-visita.html' title='O Anjo que nos visita...'/><author><name>lurdeskida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013805371297284194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FLtQGD-cn8/TJ5staS4JzI/AAAAAAAACKk/4Vf7BG8wsy0/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-501699659176246544</id><published>2011-03-07T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T11:17:44.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulheres</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós não queremos&lt;br /&gt;Ser simplesmente&lt;br /&gt;Mulheres displicentes&lt;br /&gt;Queremos da vida&lt;br /&gt;Muito mais&lt;br /&gt;Que o ato de ser gente!&lt;br /&gt;Somos uma classe&lt;br /&gt;Que não se intimida&lt;br /&gt;Frente às dificuldades&lt;br /&gt;Já estamos de braços dados&lt;br /&gt;Segurando a bandeira da paz&lt;br /&gt;Agradecemos a cada despertar&lt;br /&gt;Pela oportunidade de recomeçar&lt;br /&gt;Aprendemos a viver com intensidade&lt;br /&gt;Celebrar o dom da vida&lt;br /&gt;E esperar sempre pelo próximo amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;Se Deus quiser, e ele quer!&lt;br /&gt;Você que é mulher&lt;br /&gt;Tão forte!&lt;br /&gt;Não fuja&lt;br /&gt;Dias melhores virão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s286.photobucket.com/albums/ll116/lurdeskida/anjos/?action=view&amp;amp;current=008.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="red angel" src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll116/lurdeskida/anjos/008.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-501699659176246544?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/501699659176246544/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564375830977799494&amp;postID=501699659176246544' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/501699659176246544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/501699659176246544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/2011/03/mulheres.html' title='Mulheres'/><author><name>lurdeskida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013805371297284194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FLtQGD-cn8/TJ5staS4JzI/AAAAAAAACKk/4Vf7BG8wsy0/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll116/lurdeskida/anjos/th_008.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-683194249174907356</id><published>2011-01-23T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T06:49:02.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O girassol</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Girassol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim como um girassol escolhe sempre estar voltado para o sol, escolha focalizar o lado melhor, mais bonito, mais luminoso e vibrante das coisas que lhe acontecem.&lt;br /&gt;Nossa percepção é selectiva, nós "focalizamos" o que queremos ver e deixamos de perceber o restante.&lt;br /&gt;Você já reparou como é fácil ficar de baixo astral?&lt;br /&gt;Uma conta para pagar...&lt;br /&gt;Não ganhar todo o dinheiro de que se precisa...&lt;br /&gt;Não ter a aparência que se gostaria de ter...&lt;br /&gt;Não ser valorizada no trabalho...&lt;br /&gt;Não ter encontrado o sucesso, ou um grande amor ...&lt;br /&gt;É por isso que frequentemente não nos sentimos bem. Depositamos nossa atenção no que nos falta, no que nos magoa...E ocupamos nossa mente com pensamentos preocupantes sobre o futuro. Enfim, deixamos a nossa mente à deriva, torturada por pensamentos negativos que nos dominam.&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade a maior parte do tempo, estamos lutando com a vida, não aceitando o que ela nos traz...E quando não aceitamos aquilo que é, e nos concentramos no que deveria ser, nos frustramos, sofremos cada vez mais, ao ponto de perdemos o sentido da existência...&lt;br /&gt;É justamente quando estamos frustrados e insatisfeitos, que precisamos lembrar que possuímos uma antena interna - a atenção - capaz de captar o lado bom da vida. Exactamente como na natureza, faz o girassol.&lt;br /&gt;O girassol se volta para onde o sol estiver, mesmo que este esteja escondido atrás de uma nuvem. Ele está sempre em busca da luz, da vitalidade, da força, da beleza.&lt;br /&gt;Saber captar o lado luminoso da vida significa aprendermos a valorizar tudo de bom que já recebemos e também a sermos gratos por isso...&lt;br /&gt;Apreciar e agradecer o carinho, o afecto, os gestos de atenção e delicadeza oferecidos pelos amigos, filhos, pais, namorados. Apreciar o sorriso luminoso de alguém que você gosta. Apreciar um gesto de gentileza, uma palavra de estímulo do seu colega de trabalho, do seu vizinho...&lt;br /&gt;Apreciar todo contacto humano que lhe trouxe conforto, novo animo...Apreciar todo apoio que a vida lhe deu, de tantas formas misteriosas, quando precisou... Apreciar e agradecer porque a Vida é Amor, e sempre o protegeu, realizou seus desejos mais profundos, tomou conta de seus interesses e suas verdadeiras necessidades...&lt;br /&gt;Ser aprendiz de girassol, não é fácil!&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente a maioria de nós, não foi preparada para buscar o lado luz da vida, e vive se debatendo na obscura zona dos condicionamentos subconscientes e dos pensamentos destrutivos!&lt;br /&gt;Daqui para frente, quando perceber que está desanimado, revoltado ou deprimido, que possa se lembrar de ser girassol.&lt;br /&gt;Seleccione o melhor do seu mundo, valorize tudo o que de bonito e bom que existe nele!&lt;br /&gt;Acredite no Poder da Luz para neutralizar qualquer situação adversa e transformar sua Vida em uma verdadeira obra-prima!&lt;br /&gt;Assim, começará a reter Força, Vitalidade e Alegria dentro de você.&lt;br /&gt;E como o girassol, estará de bem com a grande festa colorida que é a Vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s398.photobucket.com/albums/pp68/lurdessonia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tbl052.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 206px; HEIGHT: 313px" height="456" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i398.photobucket.com/albums/pp68/lurdessonia/tbl052.gif" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-683194249174907356?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/683194249174907356/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564375830977799494&amp;postID=683194249174907356' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/683194249174907356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/683194249174907356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-girassol.html' title='O girassol'/><author><name>lurdeskida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013805371297284194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FLtQGD-cn8/TJ5staS4JzI/AAAAAAAACKk/4Vf7BG8wsy0/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-5411169046853203377</id><published>2010-12-18T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T04:24:05.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Natal meus amores</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/anjos" target="_blank" o="'4"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i494.photobucket.com/albums/rr309/Angelcharlie_01/ange003.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estrelas Cintilantes&lt;br /&gt;São tão brilhantes,&lt;br /&gt;Tão cintilantes,&lt;br /&gt;A piscar no céu,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo em cima do nosso chapéu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certo dia,&lt;br /&gt;Caiu uma estrelinha,&lt;br /&gt;Que precisava de companhia,&lt;br /&gt;De uma rapariguinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontrou uma menina,&lt;br /&gt;Já a dormir,&lt;br /&gt;Era pequenina,&lt;br /&gt;Mas começou a sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A menina estava encantada,&lt;br /&gt;Assim como a estrelinha,&lt;br /&gt;Ficou aconchegada,&lt;br /&gt;Com a nova amiguinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num outro dia,&lt;br /&gt;tinha a estrelinha de partir,&lt;br /&gt;despediu-se da sua companhia,&lt;br /&gt;que estava a sorrir. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/anjos" target="_blank" o="'8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/anjos" o="2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i494.photobucket.com/albums/rr309/Angelcharlie_01/ange006.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-5411169046853203377?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/5411169046853203377/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564375830977799494&amp;postID=5411169046853203377' 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poesia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos as Fadas Poesias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma canta a outra grita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma é preta a outra é branca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma é mãe a outra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eternamente filha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fadas com almas de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não importa a transformação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no casulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasce criança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morre donzela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que agora use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vestido de Fadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s398.photobucket.com/albums/pp68/lurdessonia/Fadas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=crystall.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 302px; HEIGHT: 224px" height="247" alt="Photobucket" 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align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conto de Fadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu trago-te nas mãos o esquecimento&lt;br /&gt;Das horas más que tens vivido, Amor!&lt;br /&gt;E para as tuas chagas o unguento&lt;br /&gt;Com que sarei a minha própria dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os meus gestos são ondas de Sorrento...&lt;br /&gt;Trago no nome as letras de uma flor...&lt;br /&gt;Foi dos meus olhos garços que um pintor&lt;br /&gt;Tirou a luz para pintar o vento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dou-te o que tenho: o astro que dormita,&lt;br /&gt;O manto dos crepúsculos da tarde,&lt;br /&gt;O sol que é d'oiro, a onda que palpita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dou-te comigo o mundo que Deus fez!&lt;br /&gt;- Eu sou Aquela de quem tens saudade,&lt;br /&gt;A Princesa do conto: “Era uma vez...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florbela Espanca &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/fadaseflores/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fr5.gif" 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type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dança das flores&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flor do jardim,&lt;br /&gt;flor que deveria&lt;br /&gt;ser da primavera,&lt;br /&gt;mas que preferiu&lt;br /&gt;enganar as estações.&lt;br /&gt;Leve flor carregada&lt;br /&gt;pelo vento.&lt;br /&gt;E nele desliza&lt;br /&gt;como que em&lt;br /&gt;delicada dança,&lt;br /&gt;Flor que teve por par a brisa.&lt;br /&gt;Brisa que acalmou o vento,&lt;br /&gt;do som que se escondia no silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;dos segredos que, embora ditos,&lt;br /&gt;somente foram ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;pelos que tinham ouvidos de ouvir,&lt;br /&gt;pois que escutavam&lt;br /&gt;com a alma,&lt;br /&gt;pois que conheciam&lt;br /&gt;os caminhos do coração.&lt;br /&gt;Flor que é&lt;br /&gt;delicadeza no botão,&lt;br /&gt;e esplendor&lt;br /&gt;no seu momento mágico.&lt;br /&gt;Flor que decora&lt;br /&gt;o circo da vida,&lt;br /&gt;onde os pecados&lt;br /&gt;convivem com as virtudes,&lt;br /&gt;onde o perdão os liberta,&lt;br /&gt;e os transforma&lt;br /&gt;em sementes renovadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gilberto Brandão Marcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/Flores/?action=view&amp;amp;current=floragua.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/Flores/floragua.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-8892869061026683356?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/8892869061026683356/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-137117791835266492</id><published>2010-01-26T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:52:05.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha fada madrinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MÊS:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FADA DA PUREZA DE CORAÇÃO:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LILY&lt;br /&gt;É a fada que habita os céus que se encontram nas frias e pálidas regiões do norte.&lt;br /&gt;Uma lenda conta que, no início dos tempos, uma pequena e solitária montanha, entre as brancas nuvens do céu sonhou...E, em seus sonhos apareceram terras desconhecidas e cheias de cor, onde a vida se manifestava em mil aspectos distintos. Mas ao acordar, percebeu que tudo ainda permanecia frio e branco em torno dela. Entretanto, deu-se conta, que uma nova sensação reconfortava seu coração e que agora, podia ouvir sons. Sentiu então, que ela também estava viva e o silêncio de outrora já não lhe pareceu tão grande, porque já não havia solidão nele.&lt;br /&gt;Foi através desse conhecimento que nasceram as fadas como Lyli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MENSAGEM:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Minha missão consiste em te ajudar quando sentes chegar esse frio que gela teu coração...Minha voz modulará notas doces e minhas palavras brilharão para ti como cristais de neve; meu canto se mostrará cheio de amor com teu sonho solitário... Nenhum lugar é excluído pelo coração da terra. No suave calor de seu seio não existe o céu nem a solidão para nenhuma de suas criaturas.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é manifestação da Vida que a Mãe acolhe com amor entre seus braços e nenhum de seus filhos é ignorado".Essa fada lhe diz para ter confiança na vida e abandonar por um instante qualquer tipo de resistência: esse sentimento de rebelião que impede a entrada ao teu coração.Deixe passar o olhar da alma através do véu que a oculta; os olhos da alma brilham através da chama que derrete qualquer indiferença e qualquer temor provocado pelo frio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s398.photobucket.com/albums/pp68/lurdessonia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Petr_psp404.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="253" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i398.photobucket.com/albums/pp68/lurdessonia/Petr_psp404.gif" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-137117791835266492?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/137117791835266492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564375830977799494&amp;postID=137117791835266492' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/137117791835266492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/137117791835266492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/2010/01/minha-fada-madrinha.html' title='Minha fada madrinha'/><author><name>lurdeskida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013805371297284194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FLtQGD-cn8/TJ5staS4JzI/AAAAAAAACKk/4Vf7BG8wsy0/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-2780413674609256765</id><published>2009-12-22T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T05:14:50.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para isso fomos feitos</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para isso fomos feitos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/noel/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cmp4b1edd7c7fd384_63060907.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 251px; HEIGHT: 138px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/noel/cmp4b1edd7c7fd384_63060907.gif" width="305" height="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para isso fomos feitos:&lt;br /&gt;Para lembrar e ser lembrados&lt;br /&gt;Para chorar e fazer chorar&lt;br /&gt;Para enterrar os nossos mortos&lt;br /&gt;Por isso temos braços&lt;br /&gt;longos para os adeuses&lt;br /&gt;Mãos para colher o que foi dado&lt;br /&gt;Dedos para cavar a terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim será nossa vida:&lt;br /&gt;Uma tarde sempre a esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Uma estrela a se apagar na treva&lt;br /&gt;Um caminho entre dois túmulos&lt;br /&gt;Por isso precisamos velar&lt;br /&gt;Falar baixo, pisar leve, ver&lt;br /&gt;A noite dormir em silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há muito o que dizer:&lt;br /&gt;Uma canção sobre um berço&lt;br /&gt;Um verso, talvez de amor&lt;br /&gt;Uma prece por quem se vai&lt;br /&gt;Mas que essa hora não esqueça&lt;br /&gt;E por ela os nossos corações&lt;br /&gt;Se deixem, graves e simples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois para isso fomos feitos:&lt;br /&gt;Para a esperança no milagre&lt;br /&gt;Para a participação da poesia&lt;br /&gt;Para ver a face da morte&lt;br /&gt;De repente nunca mais esperaremos...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a noite é jovem; da morte, apenas&lt;br /&gt;Nascemos, imensamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Vinícius de Moraes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/blinkies/?action=view&amp;amp;current=m_noel2006_11.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/blinkies/m_noel2006_11.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-2780413674609256765?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/2780413674609256765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564375830977799494&amp;postID=2780413674609256765' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/2780413674609256765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/2780413674609256765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/2009/12/para-isso-fomos-feitos.html' title='Para isso fomos feitos'/><author><name>lurdeskida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013805371297284194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FLtQGD-cn8/TJ5staS4JzI/AAAAAAAACKk/4Vf7BG8wsy0/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/noel/th_cmp4b1edd7c7fd384_63060907.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-1362886523235472781</id><published>2009-12-17T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T07:26:36.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Razão de ser Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Razão de ser Natal &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/anjos%20natal" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Anjo 05 Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i494.photobucket.com/albums/rr309/Angelcharlie_01/ange003.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A noite caíra há já muito tempo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A multidão sorria,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Festejava-se neste dia de Dezembro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um Natal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natal de presentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P’ra toda a criança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, como tantos outros,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um natal de mentira!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava frio,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lua era redonda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como que para iluminar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A festa que ia já terminar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem nada de novo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem mesmo se falar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que chegara o Redentor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém dissera:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jesus nasceu”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso era apenas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um motivo para brincar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém ousou exclamar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém ouviu dizer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ele veio para AMAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A razão da alegria foi esquecida:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus enviou–O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para salvar o mundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus um dia nasceu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para eu hoje te falar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que ele te pode salvar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não será em vão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma festa de NATAL!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Este lindo presente personalizado&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;eu ganhei da minha kida madrinha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fofurinhas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Obrigada meu anjo Adoreiiiiiiii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fofurinhas.blog.uol.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 285px; HEIGHT: 407px" border="0" src="http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh213/fofurinhas/pra_vc/fofurinhas_fadadasflores.gif" width="337" height="460" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/variedade/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tagfeliznatal.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 295px; HEIGHT: 303px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/variedade/tagfeliznatal.gif" width="294" height="338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-1362886523235472781?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/1362886523235472781/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564375830977799494&amp;postID=1362886523235472781' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/1362886523235472781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/1362886523235472781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/2009/12/razao-de-ser-natal.html' title='A Razão de ser Natal'/><author><name>lurdeskida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013805371297284194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FLtQGD-cn8/TJ5staS4JzI/AAAAAAAACKk/4Vf7BG8wsy0/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh213/fofurinhas/pra_vc/th_fofurinhas_fadadasflores.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-6285657417541890237</id><published>2009-12-12T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T14:21:02.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anjos de Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/noel/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cmp4b1edf69545fc4_04905044.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 199px; HEIGHT: 244px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/noel/cmp4b1edf69545fc4_04905044.gif" width="221" height="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anjos de Natal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O desejo maior é que neste Natal,&lt;br /&gt;a luz que guia o mundo possa&lt;br /&gt;também clarear os seus sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;feliz Natal, que os anjos acampem&lt;br /&gt;ao seu redor para sempre te proteger,&lt;br /&gt;amparar nessa longa caminhada da vida,&lt;br /&gt;para que o caminho seja&lt;br /&gt;repleto de flores e frutos."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/noel/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cmp4b1edde518b778_70648356.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 197px; HEIGHT: 273px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/noel/cmp4b1edde518b778_70648356.gif" width="197" height="366" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiz este miminho&lt;br /&gt;pra vocês meus Anjos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pode levar!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 279px; HEIGHT: 221px" hspace="2" vspace="2" src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/noel/fadaseflores.gif" width="385" height="313" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;textarea onfocus="this.select()" onmouseover="this.focus()" cols="10" name="textarea"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/noel/fadaseflores.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-6285657417541890237?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/6285657417541890237/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564375830977799494&amp;postID=6285657417541890237' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/6285657417541890237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/6285657417541890237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/2009/12/anjos-de-natal.html' title='Anjos de Natal'/><author><name>lurdeskida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013805371297284194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FLtQGD-cn8/TJ5staS4JzI/AAAAAAAACKk/4Vf7BG8wsy0/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/noel/th_cmp4b1edf69545fc4_04905044.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-3397820532083812915</id><published>2009-12-02T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T14:17:21.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Atributo: a varinha de condão</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As fadas se apresentam, sempre usando uma varinha com a qual podem transformar a realidade,instaurando o efeito maravilhoso. Não se discutira nesta seção a origem deste atributo,embora se possa lembrar que a presença deste instrumento,associado ao maravilhoso é muito antiga.Moisés comparece perante ao faraó,do Egito,portando uma vara ou cajado que se transforma em cobra, com este mesmo cajado ou vara ele faz outras maravilhas. Na mitologia grega, o deus Hermes,filho de Zeus e Maya, traz consigo uma vara chamada caduceu na qual se encontram duas serpentes enroscadas. È claro que a varinha das fadas não corresponde,exatamente, a esses exemplos. O seu significado,talvez pudesse ser explicado a partir do determinativo de condão. Esta palavra é um caso de deverbalidade. Deriva,por certo, do verbo latino condonare que tem o sentido de dar de presente.Esta é a função exata da varinha de condão : dar algo a alguém, ajudar uma pessoa a fazer uma tarefa difícil ou mesmo considerada impossível. Seria interessante lembrar que as fadas jamais usam a sua varinha em proveito próprio.&lt;br /&gt;Assim, a vara de condão é,de facto, o que há de mais importante na fada uma vez que, tem-se a impressão de que,sem ela, o maravilhoso não aconteceria. Ela pode mudar a realidade, transformar uma abóbora em carruagem e ratinhos em, lacaios, farrapos em roupas finas como acontece com a Cinderela.&lt;br /&gt;Vista deste modo, a varinha de condão possui o valor idêntico ao da palavra na magia onde ela é muito mais do que um simples som, mas um som carregado de energias e vibrações fortíssimas. No mito de Osíris, Isis se esforça para se apossar do nome secreto do deus Ra, pois, neste nome, estava o poder que a deusa queria para si. A bruxa opera por meio de seus feitiços cujos efeitos, muitas vezes, estão associados à formulas mágicas, às palavras certas pronunciadas de modo correto nas horas certas. Além das palavras, ainda existem outros recursos para produzir resultados mágicos como a saliva, o esperma, os cabelos, as unhas, alfinetes e bonecos entre outros. A varinha de condão, pertencendo ao contexto dos objetos mágicos, deverá ser entendida como o elemento mediador entre a fada ( ser maravilhoso) e a realidade ( abóbora ou farrapos de roupa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/fadas" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 265px; HEIGHT: 422px" border="0" alt="fadas Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e167/miazinha_26/fadas/lenefads149.png" width="318" height="566" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-3397820532083812915?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/3397820532083812915/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564375830977799494&amp;postID=3397820532083812915' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/3397820532083812915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/3397820532083812915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/2009/12/atributo-varinha-de-condao.html' title='Atributo: a varinha de condão'/><author><name>lurdeskida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013805371297284194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FLtQGD-cn8/TJ5staS4JzI/AAAAAAAACKk/4Vf7BG8wsy0/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e167/miazinha_26/fadas/th_lenefads149.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-6445849749927092268</id><published>2009-11-22T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T10:06:47.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fadas Poesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fadas Poesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos as Fadas Poesias,&lt;br /&gt;Uma canta,&lt;br /&gt;A outra grita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma é preta,&lt;br /&gt;A outra é branca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma mãe,&lt;br /&gt;A outra eternamente filha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fadas com almas de&lt;br /&gt;Bruxas,&lt;br /&gt;Não importa a transformação&lt;br /&gt;Do casulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasce Bruxa,&lt;br /&gt;Morre Bruxa,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que agora use&lt;br /&gt;Vestido de fadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leila Brito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/fadaseflores/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3466263xz4.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 201px; HEIGHT: 278px" height="448" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/fadaseflores/3466263xz4.gif" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-6445849749927092268?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/6445849749927092268/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-5513033043981296675</id><published>2009-10-31T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T14:13:42.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A magia das bruxas</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A magia das bruxas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para as bruxas este dia chama-se Samhain&lt;br /&gt;(pronuncia-se "souen").&lt;br /&gt;Este festival dos antepassados é realizado&lt;br /&gt;na época da Roda Wiccaniana em que o véu&lt;br /&gt;entre os mundos é mais tênue -&lt;br /&gt;a época de se ligar ao espírito e aos mais velhos.&lt;br /&gt;Dentre as actividades tradicionais realizadas&lt;br /&gt;durante o Samhain estão a divinação,&lt;br /&gt;a veneração dos espíritos e a evocação&lt;br /&gt;do poder ancestral para cura e profecia.&lt;br /&gt;Para celebrar este anoitecer mágico acendiam-se&lt;br /&gt;fogueiras nas colinas encantadas&lt;br /&gt;nas quais residiam os espíritos.&lt;br /&gt;Aí moravam os epíritos dos ancestrais e deuses&lt;br /&gt;dos períodos mais remotos da história e da mitologia.&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que não participavam desses ritos mas temiam,&lt;br /&gt;não obstante, a presença de espíritos hostis&lt;br /&gt;na terra dos vivos, tentariam rechaçá-los assustando-os&lt;br /&gt;com máscaras grotescas talhadas em abóboras&lt;br /&gt;e iluminadas por dentro com velas.&lt;br /&gt;Samhain era uma noite de morte e ressureição.&lt;br /&gt;A tradição céltica diz que todos os que morrem&lt;br /&gt;a cada ano devem esperar até Samhain&lt;br /&gt;para atravessar o mundo dos espíritos,&lt;br /&gt;onde começarão suas novas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, esta noite simboliza a nova vida,&lt;br /&gt;o começar de um novo ano; noite ideal para&lt;br /&gt;adivinhação quando o futuro pode ser mais&lt;br /&gt;facilmente visto por aqueles que possuem este dom.&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitem esta noite de pura renovação e magia,&lt;br /&gt;deixe este clima místico envolver você propiciando&lt;br /&gt;um recomeçar em sua vida e façam os seus pedidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pegue meu mimo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 270px" height="315" hspace="2" src="http://i943.photobucket.com/albums/ad273/bomboka/animation2.gif" width="377" vspace="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;textarea onmouseover="this.focus()" onfocus="this.select()" name="textarea" cols="10"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i943.photobucket.com/albums/ad273/bomboka/animation2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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trégua, e permitiram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o mel de teus olhos me invadisse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s943.photobucket.com/albums/ad273/bomboka/?action=view&amp;amp;current=20bca258.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 107px" height="434" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i943.photobucket.com/albums/ad273/bomboka/20bca258.gif" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero que o meu amor te faça livre,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que meus dedos não te prendam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas contornem teu raro perfil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como lábios tocam um anel sagrado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s943.photobucket.com/albums/ad273/bomboka/?action=view&amp;amp;current=20bca258.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 107px" height="434" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i943.photobucket.com/albums/ad273/bomboka/20bca258.gif" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero que o meu amor te seja enfeite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E conforto, porto de partida para a fundação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do teu reino, em que a sombra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja abrigo e ilha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s943.photobucket.com/albums/ad273/bomboka/?action=view&amp;amp;current=20bca258.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 107px" height="434" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i943.photobucket.com/albums/ad273/bomboka/20bca258.gif" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero que o meu amor te seja leve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se dançasse numa praia uma menina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s943.photobucket.com/albums/ad273/bomboka/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ubp4ly2s.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i943.photobucket.com/albums/ad273/bomboka/ubp4ly2s.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lya Luft &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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/&gt;Lugar de tantos segredos&lt;br /&gt;Fonte de mistérios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No coração de uma Fada&lt;br /&gt;São tantos segredos, tão ocultos...&lt;br /&gt;Sabe lá quando serão revelados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No coração de uma Fada,&lt;br /&gt;Morada de uma paixão,&lt;br /&gt;Alimentada com emoção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s398.photobucket.com/albums/pp68/lurdessonia/coisas%20novas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cid_02cd01c8caef7c0de8e09e00a8c0Pau.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="172" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i398.photobucket.com/albums/pp68/lurdessonia/coisas%20novas/cid_02cd01c8caef7c0de8e09e00a8c0Pau.gif" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-9000094142492403195?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FLtQGD-cn8/TJ5staS4JzI/AAAAAAAACKk/4Vf7BG8wsy0/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i398.photobucket.com/albums/pp68/lurdessonia/coisas%20novas/th_cid_02cd01c8caef7c0de8e09e00a8c0Pau.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-2256532527457996230</id><published>2009-09-14T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T06:43:08.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deixe-me voar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixe-me voar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me voar&lt;br /&gt;Devolvam-me as asas escondidas&lt;br /&gt;Não são asas de anjo&lt;br /&gt;São as asas de minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s398.photobucket.com/albums/pp68/lurdessonia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=6425-5737.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i398.photobucket.com/albums/pp68/lurdessonia/6425-5737.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me voar&lt;br /&gt;Dê-me condições de saltar no vento,&lt;br /&gt;Não me cortem as asas&lt;br /&gt;Não são asas de pássaros&lt;br /&gt;São asas do pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s398.photobucket.com/albums/pp68/lurdessonia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=6425-5737.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i398.photobucket.com/albums/pp68/lurdessonia/6425-5737.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dê-me asas de anjo, ou de pássaro errante&lt;br /&gt;Quero voar distante, ver estrelas brilhantes,&lt;br /&gt;Deixar o tempo me levar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s398.photobucket.com/albums/pp68/lurdessonia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=6425-5737.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i398.photobucket.com/albums/pp68/lurdessonia/6425-5737.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me cortem as asas,&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me voar,&lt;br /&gt;Não são asas de anjo&lt;br /&gt;São meus braços estendidos no ar.&lt;br /&gt;Abraçando a liberdade,&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me voar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s398.photobucket.com/albums/pp68/lurdessonia/Fadas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fadaroooxaa.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="359" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i398.photobucket.com/albums/pp68/lurdessonia/Fadas/fadaroooxaa.gif" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-2256532527457996230?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FLtQGD-cn8/TJ5staS4JzI/AAAAAAAACKk/4Vf7BG8wsy0/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i398.photobucket.com/albums/pp68/lurdessonia/Fadas/th_fadaroooxaa.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-925918593697972479</id><published>2009-08-09T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T16:55:26.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou destaque...que chique</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oii kidas hoje só vim postar&lt;br /&gt;para agradecer de coração o selinho&lt;br /&gt;destaque no site fonte de Amor&lt;br /&gt;é uma grande honra pra mim&lt;br /&gt;e agradeço de coração.&lt;br /&gt;Beijos enormes no seu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fonte-amor.zip.net/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="250" alt="" hspace="0" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z260/Glaci/20.gif" width="190" align="baseline" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Award oferecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fonte-amor.zip.net/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="250" alt="" hspace="0" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z260/Glaci/18.gif" width="190" align="baseline" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Prémio oferecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fonte-amor.zip.net/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="250" alt="" hspace="0" src="http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd37/evanir/premio_paz_fonte_amor.gif" width="190" align="baseline" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Presente oferecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fonte-amor.zip.net/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="250" alt="" hspace="0" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z260/Glaci/amizadeeterna.gif" width="190" align="baseline" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Award que a Lala me ofereceu&lt;br /&gt;vão lá espiar, e comentar ok?&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos kida e obrigada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mulheresdetopo.zip.net/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.tinypic.com/2utop07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-925918593697972479?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/925918593697972479/comments/default' title='Enviar 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kida.Adoro você!!!&lt;br /&gt;O Site que vou colocar em destaque no mês de Agosto&lt;br /&gt;è o site Fonte de Amor.Vá lá conferir e não deixe&lt;br /&gt;de ver os mascotinhos,meu deus cada um mais lindo&lt;br /&gt;que o outro.Eu peguei esses dois...Lindos,não acham???&lt;br /&gt;Beijossss Adoro vocês!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fonte-amor.zip.net/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="60" alt="" hspace="0" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii188/neinha10/banner_G_fonte_Amor.gif" width="125" align="baseline" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fonte-amor.zip.net/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="350" alt="" hspace="0" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii188/neinha10/mascotinho_nas_estrelas_fonte_amor.gif" width="220" align="baseline" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fonte-amor.zip.net/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="350" alt="" hspace="0" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii188/neinha10/mascotinho_flor_do_campo_fonte_amor.gif" width="220" align="baseline" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-1527511350901944122?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/1527511350901944122/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564375830977799494&amp;postID=1527511350901944122' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/1527511350901944122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/1527511350901944122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/2009/07/voltei.html' title='Voltei...'/><author><name>lurdeskida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013805371297284194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FLtQGD-cn8/TJ5staS4JzI/AAAAAAAACKk/4Vf7BG8wsy0/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-4826108885700303949</id><published>2009-07-16T08:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T08:32:58.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>férias</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ferias.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img 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href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/2009/07/ferias.html' title='férias'/><author><name>lurdeskida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013805371297284194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FLtQGD-cn8/TJ5staS4JzI/AAAAAAAACKk/4Vf7BG8wsy0/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-3225446971168603456</id><published>2009-06-29T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T04:31:39.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Derramando Pétalas</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derramando Pétalas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirijam vossas vidas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seja nas tristezas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seja nas alegrias,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sempre derramando pétalas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assim como as flores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As flores, seja dia, seja noite,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haja chuva, haja sol,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enviam para o ar que respiramos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todo o perfume que contém,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lembrando aos homens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que a vida perfumada segue mais além.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espalhemos nossas essências de amor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perfumando a vida daqueles que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nem sequer sabem admirar uma flor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ou nunca pararam para apreciar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a beleza gratuita feita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pelo nosso Pai com amor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para que os homens se inspirassem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na simplicidade e beleza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de uma simples flor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se colhida e dedicada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a alguém significa amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejamos apenas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simplesmente uma flor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atuemos em estado de graça,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;espalhemos beleza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onde existe tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;colhamos as dores alheias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e nos transformemos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em buquê de flores,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para oferecermos o nosso amor a todos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com a mesma graça beleza e cor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas uma flor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O exemplo da flor bastará para&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma transformação de muito amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não importa, jasmim, rosa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cravo, não importa a flor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o importante é que espalhemos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as pétalas de nosso amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejamos Flor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejamos Amor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cora Maria)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-8874805734130998423</id><published>2009-06-21T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T11:37:47.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fadas e Borboletas</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fadas e Borboletas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá vão elas de galho em galho&lt;br /&gt;pousando aqui e acolá&lt;br /&gt;A menina embevecida não sabe onde olhar&lt;br /&gt;Tantas borboletas voando a brincar&lt;br /&gt;Suas azas ao sol a brilhar&lt;br /&gt;Tantas cores elas tem verde, azul,&lt;br /&gt;amarelo e vermelho também.&lt;br /&gt;Como é lindo ver as fadinhas sorrindo a brincar&lt;br /&gt;Em sua imaginação já não são borboletas&lt;br /&gt;São fadas benfazejas que indicam o caminho&lt;br /&gt;Passando com cuidado com medo de as machucar&lt;br /&gt;Com elas se põem a falar.&lt;br /&gt;Lindas fadinhas que enfeitam meu jardim&lt;br /&gt;Tragam de longe um lindo príncipe pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Que ele venha num belo cavalo alazão&lt;br /&gt;Com roupas bordadas de ouro&lt;br /&gt;E um belo coração&lt;br /&gt;Que seu sorriso desperte em mim&lt;br /&gt;Um grande amor que não tenha fim.&lt;br /&gt;Que ele me ame e queira casar.&lt;br /&gt;Afasta a feiticeira pra não atrapalhar.&lt;br /&gt;E no dia do casamento uma grandes&lt;br /&gt;festas vai acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;E as lindas fadinhas madrinhas vão ser&lt;br /&gt;Que eu possa meu pedido realizar&lt;br /&gt;E um grande amor eu possa achar.&lt;br /&gt;E as borboletas parecem entender&lt;br /&gt;a sua frente voam a correr&lt;br /&gt;E eis que na beira do lago começam a rodar.&lt;br /&gt;E um lindo menino em uma moto ela vê aproximar.&lt;br /&gt;Sorrindo os dois começam a falar.&lt;br /&gt;Nascendo ali uma grande paixão.&lt;br /&gt;E até hoje os dois juntos estão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dione Fonseca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/Fadadasflores/?action=view&amp;amp;current=blue20fairy1-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/Fadadasflores/blue20fairy1-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-8874805734130998423?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/8874805734130998423/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564375830977799494&amp;postID=8874805734130998423' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/8874805734130998423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/8874805734130998423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/2009/06/fadas-e-borboletas.html' title='Fadas e Borboletas'/><author><name>lurdeskida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013805371297284194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FLtQGD-cn8/TJ5staS4JzI/AAAAAAAACKk/4Vf7BG8wsy0/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/Fadadasflores/th_blue20fairy1-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-426102384116093898</id><published>2009-06-08T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T09:35:00.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Como a rosa é bela</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como a rosa é Bela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tão fechadinha estar tão fechada,&lt;br /&gt;tão fechada, que as abelhas&lt;br /&gt;não podem dela tirar o aroma.&lt;br /&gt;As rosa e as cores que elas&lt;br /&gt;têm me apaixonam, e o perfume&lt;br /&gt;que elas deitam me encantam.&lt;br /&gt;Deixo as minhas lágrimas caíram&lt;br /&gt;nelas para que possam&lt;br /&gt;crescer fortemente.&lt;br /&gt;A rosa é vida, é uma das flores&lt;br /&gt;que enche a vida de fantasias,&lt;br /&gt;podem simbolizar um amor&lt;br /&gt;nunca visto ainda, ou um amor&lt;br /&gt;já vivido e até um amor presente.&lt;br /&gt;As lembranças de um amor já vivido&lt;br /&gt;fica guardado no nosso coração,&lt;br /&gt;assim como um botão de rosa fechado.&lt;br /&gt;A esperança de um amor que poderá vir,&lt;br /&gt;fica na nossa mente como&lt;br /&gt;um botão de rosa ainda por abrir.&lt;br /&gt;E a realidade de um amor&lt;br /&gt;que se está a viver é como&lt;br /&gt;uma rosa já aberta que se abre&lt;br /&gt;para nós e mostra o seu aroma,&lt;br /&gt;e abriru as suas petalas como&lt;br /&gt;que mostrando a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;para os que se querem amar.&lt;br /&gt;Para aqueles que querem&lt;br /&gt;ser felizes para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/cumprimentos/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fada-2.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 306px; HEIGHT: 319px" height="342" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/cumprimentos/fada-2.gif" 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nelas!&lt;br /&gt;Umas são moças e belas,&lt;br /&gt;Outras, velhas de pasmar...&lt;br /&gt;Umas vivem nos rochedos,&lt;br /&gt;Outras, pelos arvoredos,&lt;br /&gt;Outras, à beira do mar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas em fonte fria&lt;br /&gt;Escondem-se enquanto é dia,&lt;br /&gt;Saem só ao escurecer...&lt;br /&gt;Outras, debaixo da terra,&lt;br /&gt;Nas grutas verdes da serra,&lt;br /&gt;É que se vão esconder..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antero de Quental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/Mulheres/?action=view&amp;amp;current=meisje1pe3.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 188px; HEIGHT: 239px" height="301" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/Mulheres/meisje1pe3.gif" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;O blog destaque deste mês&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;é o blog da Selena&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Vão visitar ela, vocês vão gostar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miryampiubel.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj304/selenarumiel/maward.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-516622747834316093?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/516622747834316093/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564375830977799494&amp;postID=516622747834316093' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-2796504294849951181</id><published>2009-05-23T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T06:34:56.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Borboleta Encantada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Borboleta Encantada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vejamensagens.com/pt/?cat=ola&amp;amp;pag=6&amp;amp;id=21"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 196px; HEIGHT: 127px" height="172" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee26/vejamensagens/pt/ola/21.gif" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veio voando, suavemente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pousou na minha mão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na minha vida, esvoaçante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nada querendo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apenas sorver o mel das flores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, era só uma borboletinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que mais poderia querer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veio de outras pragas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voando por céus azuis, rosas,mesclados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava cansadinha de tanto voar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, avistou um jardim secreto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entrou, pousou nos camarões,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nas rosas, nos hibiscos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que festa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem moraria nessa casa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onde havia tantas flores, e tanto mel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para alimentá-la?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensou: "Poderei ficar aqui"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não serei enxotada,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como em tantas outras?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poderei sorver todo esse néctar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que preciso para viver?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não pensou mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente ficou e se transformou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mutante" no amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E com suas, últimas asas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se perpetuou numa outra borboleta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para ter companhia para não mais voar só.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, ela nasceu e ficaram duas a voar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neste mesmo jardim, encantado que era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nunca mais se separaram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pois o Amor havia nascido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;num simples voo que ela ousou dar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vejamensagens.com/pt/?cat=sabado&amp;amp;pag=40&amp;amp;id=21"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 307px; HEIGHT: 229px" height="333" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee26/vejamensagens/pt/sabado/22.gif" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vejamensagens.com/pt/?cat=sabado&amp;amp;pag=40&amp;amp;id=21"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-2796504294849951181?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/2796504294849951181/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564375830977799494&amp;postID=2796504294849951181' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/2796504294849951181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/2796504294849951181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/2009/05/borboleta-encantada.html' title='A Borboleta Encantada'/><author><name>lurdeskida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013805371297284194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FLtQGD-cn8/TJ5staS4JzI/AAAAAAAACKk/4Vf7BG8wsy0/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-6359777040435647356</id><published>2009-05-17T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T10:10:33.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero apenas cinco coisas..&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro é o amor sem fim&lt;br /&gt;A segunda é ver o outono&lt;br /&gt;A terceira é o grave inverno&lt;br /&gt;Em quarto lugar o verão&lt;br /&gt;A quinta coisa são teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Não quero dormir sem teus olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ser... sem que me olhes.&lt;br /&gt;Abro mão da primavera para&lt;br /&gt;que continues me olhando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s719.photobucket.com/albums/ww200/sandroboy_2009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MG_minigifs790.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i719.photobucket.com/albums/ww200/sandroboy_2009/MG_minigifs790.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s719.photobucket.com/albums/ww200/sandroboy_2009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=09sbn6qh.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 220px; HEIGHT: 376px" height="457" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i719.photobucket.com/albums/ww200/sandroboy_2009/09sbn6qh.png" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-6359777040435647356?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FLtQGD-cn8/TJ5staS4JzI/AAAAAAAACKk/4Vf7BG8wsy0/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-1947772915797118900</id><published>2009-04-29T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T06:12:58.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fada Madrinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fada Madrinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fonte do poema nunca é a alegria.&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a própria poesia personificada,&lt;br /&gt;a fada-madrinha viva, resoluta, saltitante:&lt;br /&gt;o olho além da órbita, dentes além da boca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, recados pro coração são sempre lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;entre o confrangimento e o sorriso encabulado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poemas são, apenas, olhos do coração,&lt;br /&gt;e ambos são chorões por sua própria natureza.&lt;br /&gt;O sangue, líquido e escondidinho,&lt;br /&gt;navega por caminhos impensáveis.&lt;br /&gt;Passeia no compasso dos afetos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em ti e contigo, amadinha,&lt;br /&gt;existe uma confidência&lt;br /&gt;a que não estou acostumado:&lt;br /&gt;sei que falas a voz profunda&lt;br /&gt;dos aflitos, mas não a dos sem-Deus,&lt;br /&gt;e estes são pequenos,&lt;br /&gt;perderam-se faz muito tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/?action=view&amp;amp;current=xky31.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 308px; HEIGHT: 247px" height="261" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/xky31.gif" width="328" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-1947772915797118900?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FLtQGD-cn8/TJ5staS4JzI/AAAAAAAACKk/4Vf7BG8wsy0/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-424825488623656370</id><published>2009-04-25T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T02:58:28.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma gaivota, voava, voava...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma gaivota, voava, voava...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma gaivota voava, voava,&lt;br /&gt;asas de vento,&lt;br /&gt;coração de mar.&lt;br /&gt;Como ela, somos livres,&lt;br /&gt;somos livres de voar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma papoila crescia, crescia,&lt;br /&gt;grito vermelho&lt;br /&gt;num campo qualquer.&lt;br /&gt;Como ela somos livres,&lt;br /&gt;somos livres de crescer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma criança dizia, dizia&lt;br /&gt;"Quando for grande&lt;br /&gt;não vou combater".&lt;br /&gt;Como ela, somos livres,&lt;br /&gt;somos livres de dizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos um povo&lt;br /&gt;que cerra fileiras,&lt;br /&gt;parte à conquista&lt;br /&gt;do pão e da paz.&lt;br /&gt;Somos livres, somos livres,&lt;br /&gt;não voltaremos atrás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/Gifts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mimo25abril.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 222px; HEIGHT: 243px" height="278" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/Gifts/mimo25abril.gif" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-424825488623656370?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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mouriscos.&lt;br /&gt;Foi só na idade moderna ou renascimento&lt;br /&gt;que as rosas tiveram um lugar de maior destaque.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto a França e a Grã-Bretanha(em 1809)&lt;br /&gt;estavam em guerra, um navio vindo da China,&lt;br /&gt;carregado de rosas tinha como destinatária&lt;br /&gt;Josefina, a imperatriz da França&lt;br /&gt;e mulher de Napoleão.&lt;br /&gt;Ela tinha uma verdadeira paixão pelas flores,&lt;br /&gt;principalmente as rosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/Fadadasflores/?action=view&amp;amp;current=rosas.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 224px; HEIGHT: 234px" height="282" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/Fadadasflores/rosas.gif" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por ter recursos e viver no luxo,&lt;br /&gt;exerceu uma grande influência na sociedade francesa.&lt;br /&gt;Durante sua vida, Josefina transformou a rosa,&lt;br /&gt;embora de apelo moderado,&lt;br /&gt;numa flor celebrada pela vanguarda francesa.&lt;br /&gt;Por coincidência, seu segundo nome era Rosa.&lt;br /&gt;Foi considerada uma ardente&lt;br /&gt;e extravagante coleccionadora de rosas.&lt;br /&gt;Apesar da guerra, importava, da Inglaterra,&lt;br /&gt;tanto as rosas como os jardineiros.&lt;br /&gt;Seu jardim, foi um dos primeiros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/Fadadasflores/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Rosas-con-brillo.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 254px; HEIGHT: 230px" height="266" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/Fadadasflores/Rosas-con-brillo.gif" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a ter uma sessão destinada a roseiras,&lt;br /&gt;com diversas variedades,&lt;br /&gt;compondo canteiros e pérgulas.&lt;br /&gt;E através do artista Pierre Joseph Redoulé,&lt;br /&gt;ela pôde catalogar, mais de setenta&lt;br /&gt;espécies de rosas, imortalizando as flores&lt;br /&gt;e a fama de grande coleccionadora de rosas.&lt;br /&gt;Até hoje, a popularidade e o destaque das rosas,&lt;br /&gt;na França, tem a influência marcante de Josefina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/Fadadasflores/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fadaroxa.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 334px; HEIGHT: 179px" height="200" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/Fadadasflores/fadaroxa.gif" width="362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-1282827904843856390?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/1282827904843856390/comments/default' 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condições de vida,&lt;br /&gt;numa época onde o índice de&lt;br /&gt;mortalidade era altíssimo.&lt;br /&gt;No Egipto Antigo, por exemplo, o coelho&lt;br /&gt;representava o nascimento&lt;br /&gt;e a esperança de novas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que a reprodução tem a ver com&lt;br /&gt;os significados religiosos da Páscoa?&lt;br /&gt;Tanto no significado judeu quanto no cristão,&lt;br /&gt;esta data relaciona-se com&lt;br /&gt;a esperança de uma vida nova.&lt;br /&gt;Já os ovos de Páscoa&lt;br /&gt;(de chocolate, enfeites, jóias),&lt;br /&gt;também estão neste&lt;br /&gt;contexto da fertilidade e da vida.&lt;br /&gt;A figura do coelho da Páscoa foi&lt;br /&gt;trazido para a América pelos&lt;br /&gt;imigrantes alemães, entre o final&lt;br /&gt;do século XVII e início do XVIII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dollzmaniaglitter.com/"&gt;&lt;img title="DollzmaniaGlitter.com" src="http://dollzmaniaglitter.com/saved/cmp49de9131b437c6.24879607.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus queridos, em primeiro lugar&lt;br /&gt;quero agradecer de coração a vossa&lt;br /&gt;compreensão pela minha ausência forçada&lt;br /&gt;e em segundo dizer que estou nas nuvens&lt;br /&gt;por meu blog ter sido eleito&lt;br /&gt;como uma das 7 maravilhas da blogosfera,&lt;br /&gt;é uma honra enorme para mim,&lt;br /&gt;fiquei super feliz e muito surpresa.&lt;br /&gt;É muito gratificante vermos nosso&lt;br /&gt;trabalho reconhecido e valorizado.&lt;br /&gt;Muito obrigado a todos os blogueiros&lt;br /&gt;que votaram no meu blog.&lt;br /&gt;Deixo este miminho de agradecimento&lt;br /&gt;para quem quiser pegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miminho da agradecimento!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 327px; HEIGHT: 292px" height="292" hspace="2" src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/Animation1-2.gif" width="384" vspace="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;textarea onmouseover="this.focus()" onfocus="this.select()" name="textarea" cols="10"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/Animation1-2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero agradecer também todos os presentes&lt;br /&gt;,awards e selinhos oferecidos&lt;br /&gt;vou fazer um slide com todos eles&lt;br /&gt;e depois coloco aqui,tá bom?&lt;br /&gt;Mas muito obrigada desde já.&lt;br /&gt;Agora vamos ao destaque deste mês&lt;br /&gt;que já tá com 3 dias de atraso&lt;br /&gt;e não é justo,né?&lt;br /&gt;Bom o destaque deste mês no meu bloguinho&lt;br /&gt;é o Laços de Ternura e esse&lt;br /&gt;é o link dela vão fazer uma visitinha,ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lacos-de-ternura.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd280/BYERICA/Linkerica.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-8435549507059827995?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/8435549507059827995/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564375830977799494&amp;postID=8435549507059827995' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/8435549507059827995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/8435549507059827995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/2009/04/actualizacoes-e-destaque-do-mes.html' title='Actualizações e destaque do mês'/><author><name>lurdeskida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013805371297284194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FLtQGD-cn8/TJ5staS4JzI/AAAAAAAACKk/4Vf7BG8wsy0/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-4275854004863772397</id><published>2009-03-26T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T09:02:46.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flores  seus significados</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada flor tem uma cor, um perfume&lt;br /&gt;e um significado especiais.&lt;br /&gt;De acordo com as flores&lt;br /&gt;que você oferece,&lt;br /&gt;está dando um recado&lt;br /&gt;à pessoa que as recebe.&lt;br /&gt;Antes de comprar, plantar&lt;br /&gt;ou dar uma flor,&lt;br /&gt;saiba um pouco sobre&lt;br /&gt;o que ela significa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor-perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Em francês é "pensée",&lt;br /&gt;pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anémona&lt;br /&gt;É uma flor pequena e triste,&lt;br /&gt;que significa abandono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campainha&lt;br /&gt;Resistente,&lt;br /&gt;significa perseverança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camélia&lt;br /&gt;A branca significa&lt;br /&gt;virtude despretensiosa,&lt;br /&gt;e as outras significam&lt;br /&gt;beleza perfeita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cravo&lt;br /&gt;Seu significado varia com a cor:&lt;br /&gt;Vermelho – amor incompreendido&lt;br /&gt;Variegado – rejeição&lt;br /&gt;Amarelo – desprezo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crisântemo&lt;br /&gt;Também muda com a cor:&lt;br /&gt;Vermelho – estar apaixonado&lt;br /&gt;Amarelo – amor desdenhado&lt;br /&gt;Branco – sinceridade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clematite&lt;br /&gt;Beleza espiritual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Centáurea&lt;br /&gt;Sensibilidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coroa – imperial&lt;br /&gt;Majestade e poder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dente-de-leão&lt;br /&gt;Oráculo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedaleira&lt;br /&gt;Falsidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genciana&lt;br /&gt;Injustiça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerânio&lt;br /&gt;Depende da cor:&lt;br /&gt;Escuro – tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Rosa – preferência&lt;br /&gt;Vermelho – consolo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malva Rosa&lt;br /&gt;esta flor inglesa&lt;br /&gt;significa ambição feminina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madressilva&lt;br /&gt;Delicadeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacinto&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza profunda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flor-de-lis&lt;br /&gt;Usada com símbolo&lt;br /&gt;dos reis franceses,&lt;br /&gt;significa mensagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluxo&lt;br /&gt;Significa harmonia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girassol&lt;br /&gt;Imponência e alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmim&lt;br /&gt;O significado varia com a cor:&lt;br /&gt;Amarelo – elegância e bondade&lt;br /&gt;Branco – amabilidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lavanda&lt;br /&gt;Desconfiança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lírio&lt;br /&gt;Um flor que é antigo&lt;br /&gt;símbolo de pureza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lírio-do-vale&lt;br /&gt;Volta da felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margarida&lt;br /&gt;Significa inocência;&lt;br /&gt;é a flor das crianças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miosótis&lt;br /&gt;Amor verdadeiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narciso&lt;br /&gt;tradicional símbolo&lt;br /&gt;da vaidade exagerada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nenúfar&lt;br /&gt;Significa coração puro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orquídea&lt;br /&gt;Beleza feminina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peônia&lt;br /&gt;Timidez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papoila&lt;br /&gt;Significa extravagância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prímula&lt;br /&gt;Juventude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosas&lt;br /&gt;Antiga flor símbolo do amor,&lt;br /&gt;Seu significado pode&lt;br /&gt;mudar com a cor&lt;br /&gt;Branca – pureza e amor espiritual&lt;br /&gt;Amarela – Infidelidade&lt;br /&gt;Moscada – beleza caprichosa&lt;br /&gt;Solitária – simplicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tulipa&lt;br /&gt;Vermelha – declaração de amor&lt;br /&gt;Variegada – belos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Amarela – amor sem esperança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violeta&lt;br /&gt;Significa modéstia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/Fadadasflores/?action=view&amp;amp;current=27251ldo0xso15a.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 278px; HEIGHT: 333px" height="461" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/Fadadasflores/27251ldo0xso15a.gif" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-4275854004863772397?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/4275854004863772397/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564375830977799494&amp;postID=4275854004863772397' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/4275854004863772397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/4275854004863772397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/2009/03/flores-seus-significados.html' title='Flores  seus significados'/><author><name>lurdeskida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013805371297284194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FLtQGD-cn8/TJ5staS4JzI/AAAAAAAACKk/4Vf7BG8wsy0/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/Fadadasflores/th_27251ldo0xso15a.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-957936127837581310</id><published>2009-03-18T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:01:49.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fadas</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Termo fada se originou do Latim "Fata",&lt;br /&gt;plural de "Fatum", que significa destino,&lt;br /&gt;isso devido as histórias e contos populares&lt;br /&gt;onde as fadas com suas varinhas de condão,&lt;br /&gt;governam o destino dos homens.&lt;br /&gt;São alegres, ativas, temperamentais,&lt;br /&gt;inteligentes, porém sem livre arbítrio.&lt;br /&gt;São representadas com a aparência leve&lt;br /&gt;e pequena, porém isso é muito variado,&lt;br /&gt;pois as fadas podem assumir várias formas.&lt;br /&gt;Elas vivem em abaixo dos montes,&lt;br /&gt;florestas e campos.&lt;br /&gt;O reino das fadas é governado&lt;br /&gt;pela rainha Titânia e pelo rei Oberon.&lt;br /&gt;Os alimentos favoritos das fadas são&lt;br /&gt;néctar de flores, mel, leite e comidas naturais.&lt;br /&gt;Os melhores lugares para entrar em contato&lt;br /&gt;com estes seres são: à beira do mar, ilhas,&lt;br /&gt;lugares iluminados de bosques e matos.&lt;br /&gt;Os melhores horários são: às 12:00, às 24:00,&lt;br /&gt;ao amanhecer, quando tem lua cheia ou nova e&lt;br /&gt;noites iluminadas pelas estrelas.&lt;br /&gt;Para atrair as fadas lembre-se sempre&lt;br /&gt;de estar em comunhão com a natureza.&lt;br /&gt;Você também pode usar incensos e essências&lt;br /&gt;para representar o elemento ar em sua casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/fadaseflores/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3466263xz4.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/fadaseflores/?action=view&amp;amp;current=heart1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 252px; HEIGHT: 263px" height="298" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/fadaseflores/heart1.gif" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-957936127837581310?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/957936127837581310/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564375830977799494&amp;postID=957936127837581310' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/957936127837581310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/957936127837581310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/2009/03/fadas.html' title='Fadas'/><author><name>lurdeskida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013805371297284194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FLtQGD-cn8/TJ5staS4JzI/AAAAAAAACKk/4Vf7BG8wsy0/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/fadaseflores/th_heart1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-8224317624512363488</id><published>2009-03-13T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T14:57:44.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Encontro de Anjos</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENCONTRO DE ANJOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psiu! Menininha, por favor...&lt;br /&gt;Como é o seu nome?&lt;br /&gt;Eu? Eu me chamo Amor...&lt;br /&gt;E você?&lt;br /&gt;Chamam-me de Anjo,&lt;br /&gt;mas sou simplesmente eu...&lt;br /&gt;E você, Amor, o que faz neste&lt;br /&gt;mundo?&lt;br /&gt;Eu tento unir as pessoas...&lt;br /&gt;Eu tento fazer duas almas se encontrarem,&lt;br /&gt;fazê-las compreender o que é o amor...&lt;br /&gt;E você consegue, Amor?&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes, eu tenho conseguido...&lt;br /&gt;mas, sabe, as pessoas têm dificuldade&lt;br /&gt;para serem felizes....&lt;br /&gt;Elas no começo relutam, porque&lt;br /&gt;têm medo da verdadeira felicidade&lt;br /&gt;e preferem acreditar na ilusão...&lt;br /&gt;na paixão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/?action=view&amp;amp;current=th11jp5rp.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/th11jp5rp.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor, paixão não é a&lt;br /&gt;mesma coisa que amor?&lt;br /&gt;Não, meu Anjo.&lt;br /&gt;Paixão é um sentimento diverso...&lt;br /&gt;Paixão é coisa de momento, é irreal,&lt;br /&gt;fruto de sonhos, de fantasias....&lt;br /&gt;E amor é o verdadeiro sentimento&lt;br /&gt;que pode existir entre duas pessoas&lt;br /&gt;que vocês costumam chamar de&lt;br /&gt;minha outra metade... alma gêmea...&lt;br /&gt;O amor é difícil de se encontrar,&lt;br /&gt;porque vocês creem nas coisas&lt;br /&gt;ilusórias...nos devaneios...&lt;br /&gt;isso é gostoso...mas não dura.&lt;br /&gt;Já o amor quando verdadeiro&lt;br /&gt;não é efêmero, é infinito...&lt;br /&gt;Não existem barreiras que o vençam!&lt;br /&gt;Ah ! Amor! Então me espera um&lt;br /&gt;pouquinho?&lt;br /&gt;Sabe, vou dizer pra ele ir embora...&lt;br /&gt;porque isso é coisa passageira...&lt;br /&gt;eu quero ficar aqui quietinha,&lt;br /&gt;esperando o amor verdadeiro chegar&lt;br /&gt;e quando ele chegar quero que você&lt;br /&gt;nos abençoe, porque você foi a flor&lt;br /&gt;que perfumou meus dias e, no&lt;br /&gt;lugar do vazio, trouxe-me a&lt;br /&gt;verdadeira felicidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/?action=view&amp;amp;current=569d.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/569d.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-8224317624512363488?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/8224317624512363488/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564375830977799494&amp;postID=8224317624512363488' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/8224317624512363488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/8224317624512363488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/2009/03/encontro-de-anjos.html' title='Encontro de Anjos'/><author><name>lurdeskida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013805371297284194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FLtQGD-cn8/TJ5staS4JzI/AAAAAAAACKk/4Vf7BG8wsy0/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-7240910505443089745</id><published>2009-03-06T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:44:33.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amo intensamente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo intensamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamais serei uma Mulher&lt;br /&gt;Que ama levemente&lt;br /&gt;Sou Mulher que ama com intensidade&lt;br /&gt;Com todas as minhas forças&lt;br /&gt;Amo inteira&lt;br /&gt;Amo plenamente.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei amar sem consequências,&lt;br /&gt;Entrego-me completamente&lt;br /&gt;Ao desejo,&lt;br /&gt;Às fantasias,&lt;br /&gt;Em teus braços.&lt;br /&gt;No amor, não sou imprudente,&lt;br /&gt;Resumida, leviana,&lt;br /&gt;Amo desatinadamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s398.photobucket.com/albums/pp68/lurdessonia/coisitas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Animation1mulher2.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 303px; HEIGHT: 202px" height="227" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i398.photobucket.com/albums/pp68/lurdessonia/coisitas/Animation1mulher2.gif" width="323" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-7240910505443089745?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/7240910505443089745/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564375830977799494&amp;postID=7240910505443089745' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-6389664185941660608</id><published>2009-03-01T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T05:06:05.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nunca tentes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom Dia fadas,fadinhas,duendes e Elfos&lt;br /&gt;Mais um mês que começa e eu lá tenho&lt;br /&gt;de nomear outro bloguinho pra ser&lt;br /&gt;destaque,o blog que eu escolhi&lt;br /&gt;este mês foi o Suavidad do nosso&lt;br /&gt;querido Paulo Mauricío,&lt;br /&gt;esse é o link dele,vão dar uma&lt;br /&gt;espiadinha tenho certeza que tal&lt;br /&gt;como eu vão adorar...parabens kido&lt;br /&gt;você merece,beijinhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pmauriciosilva.zip.net/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll192/essencialmentefeminina/4suavidadawardAnimation3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s398.photobucket.com/albums/pp68/lurdessonia/Fadas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fantasy5float1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i398.photobucket.com/albums/pp68/lurdessonia/Fadas/fantasy5float1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nunca tente tirar de mim&lt;br /&gt;o amor de alguém que conquistei.&lt;br /&gt;A vida me ensinou que de pequenos&lt;br /&gt;passos faz-se um grande homem;&lt;br /&gt;que de grandes tropeços aprende-se&lt;br /&gt;o bastante para entender que somos&lt;br /&gt;imperfeitos e que nem ao menos podemos&lt;br /&gt;escolher nosso próximo passo,&lt;br /&gt;ele simplesmente é dado.&lt;br /&gt;Ensinou-me, também, que,&lt;br /&gt;tudo que temos nessa vida&lt;br /&gt;é apenas aquilo que conquistamos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jardson Araújo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-6546421001365125793</id><published>2009-02-26T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T06:21:43.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sementes de reflexão</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sementes de reflexão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando parecia que nada iria acontecer,&lt;br /&gt;uma novidade aparece.&lt;br /&gt;E o mundo se transforma.&lt;br /&gt;Este é o momento propício para&lt;br /&gt;você aprender que sempre&lt;br /&gt;é possível ir além do que pensaria poder.&lt;br /&gt;Saber recomeçar na vida é tão&lt;br /&gt;importante como saber viver.&lt;br /&gt;Não desanime!&lt;br /&gt;Se você transportar um punhado&lt;br /&gt;de terra todos os dias,&lt;br /&gt;logo terás uma montanha.&lt;br /&gt;Não desanime se errou,&lt;br /&gt;erga-se e recomece,&lt;br /&gt;talvez chegue ao fim&lt;br /&gt;da luta cheio de cicatrizes,&lt;br /&gt;mas estas se transformarão em luzes.&lt;br /&gt;Seja corajoso.&lt;br /&gt;Reaja com firmeza porque&lt;br /&gt;o auxílio lhe chegará na hora oportuna.&lt;br /&gt;Você nunca será um velho&lt;br /&gt;enquanto tiver um ideal.&lt;br /&gt;A rotina cansa e corrói a alma,&lt;br /&gt;desalenta e consome o entusiasmo.&lt;br /&gt;Renove cada manhã seu&lt;br /&gt;armazenamento de alegria de viver.&lt;br /&gt;Preste atenção ao que está fazendo;&lt;br /&gt;o ontem já lhe fugiu das mãos,&lt;br /&gt;o amanhã não chegou.&lt;br /&gt;Você já parou para pensar&lt;br /&gt;quanto tempo a gente&lt;br /&gt;perde por não ter tempo de pensar ?&lt;br /&gt;Não perca tempo em olhar&lt;br /&gt;para trás para ver o que já fez.&lt;br /&gt;Olhe para frente e caminhe confiante e&lt;br /&gt;alegre e veja que tem muito por fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s398.photobucket.com/albums/pp68/lurdessonia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Boizinho.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i398.photobucket.com/albums/pp68/lurdessonia/Boizinho.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Autor Desconhecido)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-6546421001365125793?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/6546421001365125793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564375830977799494&amp;postID=6546421001365125793' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/6546421001365125793'/><link 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align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que com a mesma severidade&lt;br /&gt;com que julga, você será&lt;br /&gt;em algum momento condenado.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que o tempo não é&lt;br /&gt;algo que possa voltar para trás.&lt;br /&gt;E você aprende que realmente&lt;br /&gt;pode suportar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s398.photobucket.com/albums/pp68/lurdessonia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=58.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i398.photobucket.com/albums/pp68/lurdessonia/58.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que realmente é forte,&lt;br /&gt;e que pode ir muito mais longe&lt;br /&gt;depois de pensar que não se pode mais.&lt;br /&gt;E que realmente a vida tem valor&lt;br /&gt;e que você tem valor diante da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s398.photobucket.com/albums/pp68/lurdessonia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=122.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 276px; HEIGHT: 191px" height="409" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i398.photobucket.com/albums/pp68/lurdessonia/122.gif" width="328" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-4851958887923255555?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/4851958887923255555/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564375830977799494&amp;postID=4851958887923255555' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/4851958887923255555'/><link rel='self' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥´¨*♥.¸¸.«♥»-(¯`♥´¯)-»♥»..¸- .♥*¨`♥&lt;br /&gt;( `♥.¸ Semeie flores...¸.'♥´)&lt;br /&gt;`♥.¸ ) colherá o perfume.¸.'♥´)&lt;br /&gt;( `♥.¸ Semeie o carinho...¸. ♥'´)&lt;br /&gt;`♥.¸ ) colherá a amizade.¸. ♥'´)&lt;br /&gt;( `♥.¸ Semeie sorrisos...¸.'♥´)&lt;br /&gt;`♥.¸ ) colherá a alegria.¸. ♥'´)&lt;br /&gt;( `♥.¸ Semeie a verdade...¸. ♥'´)¸&lt;br /&gt;`♥.¸ ) colherá a confiança...(¸. ♥´&lt;br /&gt;( `♥.¸ Semeie a vida...¸.'♥´)´¸&lt;br /&gt;`♥.¸ ) colherá milagres. ♥'´)´&lt;br /&gt;( `♥.¸ Semeie a fé...¸. ♥'´)&lt;br /&gt;`♥.¸ ) colherá a certeza.¸.'♥´)&lt;br /&gt;( `♥.¸ Semeie o amor...¸. ♥'´)&lt;br /&gt;`.♥¸ ) Colherá a felicidade!¸. ♥'´&lt;br /&gt;♥´¨*♥.¸¸.«♥»-(¯`♥´¯)-»♥»..¸- .♥*¨`♥ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/?action=view&amp;amp;current=amizade_0201.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" 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href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/2009/02/semeiae-colheras.html' title='Semeia..e colherás'/><author><name>lurdeskida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013805371297284194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FLtQGD-cn8/TJ5staS4JzI/AAAAAAAACKk/4Vf7BG8wsy0/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-5109106701998396052</id><published>2009-02-14T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T10:43:29.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero ser...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUERO SER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUAR,&lt;br /&gt;para brilhar na noite dos&lt;br /&gt;amores incompreendidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILÊNCIO,&lt;br /&gt;para fazer calar as vozes&lt;br /&gt;que atordoam o coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMANHECER,&lt;br /&gt;para trazer um dia&lt;br /&gt;a mais de felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUZ,&lt;br /&gt;para os que vivem na escuridão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOITE,&lt;br /&gt;para acalentar os que&lt;br /&gt;lutam durante o dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIDA,&lt;br /&gt;para fazer nascer os&lt;br /&gt;que estão morrendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LÁGRIMA,&lt;br /&gt;para fazer chorar&lt;br /&gt;os corações insensíveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRISO,&lt;br /&gt;para encantar os&lt;br /&gt;lábios dos amargurados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMOR,&lt;br /&gt;para unir as pessoas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz dia de São Valentim&lt;br /&gt;fiz este miminho pra vocês&lt;br /&gt;cliquem e peguem o código.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://presentesemimos.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 234px; HEIGHT: 274px" border="0" src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/valentine7.gif" width="290" height="348" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/?action=view&amp;amp;current=67.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 188px; HEIGHT: 311px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/67.gif" width="238" height="371" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-5109106701998396052?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/5109106701998396052/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564375830977799494&amp;postID=5109106701998396052' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/5109106701998396052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/5109106701998396052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/2009/02/quero-ser.html' title='Quero ser...'/><author><name>lurdeskida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013805371297284194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FLtQGD-cn8/TJ5staS4JzI/AAAAAAAACKk/4Vf7BG8wsy0/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-3115227990644773736</id><published>2009-02-09T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T10:44:21.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Segredos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEGREDO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Amizade.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 293px; HEIGHT: 231px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/Amizade.gif" width="435" height="336" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite tem segredos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem segredos a noite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o dia a espreitar revela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão-somente desabroche a aurora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela traz cantos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encantos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segredos doces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traz amores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traz nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilho de luar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;História pra contar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantigas de ninar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite tem segredos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segredos dos amantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos errantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos ébrios e dos ávidos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite tem segredos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos anjos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De luzes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escuridão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite tem segredos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos que amam em silencio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos que choram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos que foram!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu também tenho segredos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim como a noite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segredos sepulcrais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segredos de todos os amores do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/?action=view&amp;amp;current=pinkFairyRoseBuds1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 215px; HEIGHT: 279px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/pinkFairyRoseBuds1.gif" width="283" height="363" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-3115227990644773736?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/3115227990644773736/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564375830977799494&amp;postID=3115227990644773736' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/3115227990644773736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/3115227990644773736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/2009/02/segredos.html' title='Segredos...'/><author><name>lurdeskida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013805371297284194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FLtQGD-cn8/TJ5staS4JzI/AAAAAAAACKk/4Vf7BG8wsy0/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-4667224699918239373</id><published>2009-02-05T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T10:41:44.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ofereço uma rosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofereço uma Rosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s391.photobucket.com/albums/oo356/sandroboy_2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=HF.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 316px; HEIGHT: 223px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo356/sandroboy_2008/HF.gif" width="343" height="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quem me dá perfume,&lt;br /&gt;A quem me dá sentido.&lt;br /&gt;A quem só me faz bem.&lt;br /&gt;Ofereço uma rosa,&lt;br /&gt;Àqueles que sorriem comigo,&lt;br /&gt;Àqueles que comigo&lt;br /&gt;partilham lágrimas,&lt;br /&gt;Àqueles que sabem&lt;br /&gt;da minha existência.&lt;br /&gt;Ofereço uma rosa,&lt;br /&gt;Aos nobres do sentir,&lt;br /&gt;Aos ricos do viver,&lt;br /&gt;Aos imperadores do amor.&lt;br /&gt;Ofereço uma simples rosa,&lt;br /&gt;Àqueles que simplesmente&lt;br /&gt;são amigos,&lt;br /&gt;Que ternamente fazem&lt;br /&gt;do silêncio sair sons,&lt;br /&gt;Que cantam comigo,&lt;br /&gt;Que me olham e ouvem o&lt;br /&gt;que eu tenho para dizer,&lt;br /&gt;Essa rosa é para ti&lt;br /&gt;como forma de agradecimento&lt;br /&gt;da tua amizade&lt;br /&gt;que é muito importante para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s391.photobucket.com/albums/oo356/sandroboy_2008/Presentes/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cumprimentos2.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s391.photobucket.com/albums/oo356/sandroboy_2008/Presentes/?action=view&amp;amp;current=frases4.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo356/sandroboy_2008/Presentes/frases4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-4667224699918239373?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/4667224699918239373/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564375830977799494&amp;postID=4667224699918239373' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/4667224699918239373'/><link rel='self' 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fadas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bom_dia_gif.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/bom_dia_gif.gif" width="328" height="190" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah!As flores-fadas&lt;br /&gt;Florescem...&lt;br /&gt;Os lírios parecem estrelinhas&lt;br /&gt;Nascendo no chão do céu, entorpecem.&lt;br /&gt;Brota lindas fadas madrinhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas as rosas lindas e vermelhas&lt;br /&gt;Se desse brotava no coração&lt;br /&gt;Flores! E fadas Que bom vê-las&lt;br /&gt;Essência da paixão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Açucena flor em botão&lt;br /&gt;Lindo como o perdão&lt;br /&gt;Embelezam a luz da manhã&lt;br /&gt;Lindas flores-fadas de romã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! As Flores-fadas&lt;br /&gt;Inigualável perfume de cores encantadas&lt;br /&gt;Incontrolável frasco de saudades&lt;br /&gt;Embalos cheios de magias e vontades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Lucia Tavares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/fadaseflores/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fariebhf.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 246px; HEIGHT: 321px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/fadaseflores/fariebhf.gif" width="274" height="365" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-3757126034294972802?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/3757126034294972802/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-6245910488476997367</id><published>2009-01-24T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T17:39:08.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recomeça...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s391.photobucket.com/albums/oo356/sandroboy_2008/Presentes/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cmp497bbfe55936d2_47743450.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo356/sandroboy_2008/Presentes/cmp497bbfe55936d2_47743450.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recomeça….&lt;br /&gt;Se puderes&lt;br /&gt;Sem angústia&lt;br /&gt;E sem pressa.&lt;br /&gt;E os passos que deres,&lt;br /&gt;Nesse caminho duro&lt;br /&gt;Do futuro&lt;br /&gt;Dá-os em liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto não alcances&lt;br /&gt;Não descanses.&lt;br /&gt;De nenhum fruto queiras só metade.&lt;br /&gt;E, nunca saciado,&lt;br /&gt;Vai colhendo ilusões sucessivas no pomar.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre a sonhar e vendo&lt;br /&gt;O logro da aventura.&lt;br /&gt;És homem, não te esqueças!&lt;br /&gt;Só é tua a loucura&lt;br /&gt;Onde, com lucidez, te reconheças…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miguel Torga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s391.photobucket.com/albums/oo356/sandroboy_2008/Presentes/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cmp4978ee57dfdbe9_11344702.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo356/sandroboy_2008/Presentes/cmp4978ee57dfdbe9_11344702.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-6245910488476997367?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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APRENDIDO&lt;br /&gt;Que a melhor sala de aula do mundo&lt;br /&gt;está aos pés de uma pessoa mais velha;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU TENHO APRENDIDO&lt;br /&gt;Que quando você estamos amando&lt;br /&gt;damos nas vistas;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU TENHO APRENDIDO&lt;br /&gt;Que ter uma criança adormecida em seus braços&lt;br /&gt;é um dos momentos mais pacíficos do mundo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU TENHO APRENDIDO&lt;br /&gt;Que ser gentil é mais&lt;br /&gt;importante do que estar certo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU TENHO APRENDIDO&lt;br /&gt;Que eu sempre posso rezar por alguém&lt;br /&gt;quando não tenho força para ajudá-lo&lt;br /&gt;de alguma outra forma;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU TENHO APRENDIDO&lt;br /&gt;Que não importa quanta seriedade&lt;br /&gt;a vida exija de você.&lt;br /&gt;Cada um de nós precisa de um amigo&lt;br /&gt;brincalhão para se divertir junto;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU TENHO APRENDIDO&lt;br /&gt;Que algumas vezes tudo o que precisamos&lt;br /&gt;é de uma mão para segurar&lt;br /&gt;e um coração para nos entender;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU TENHO APRENDIDO&lt;br /&gt;Que os simples passeios com o meu pai&lt;br /&gt;nas noites de verão quando eu era criança&lt;br /&gt;fizeram maravilhas para quando me tornei adulta;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU TENHO APRENDIDO&lt;br /&gt;Que deveríamos ser gratos a Deus&lt;br /&gt;por não nos dar tudo que lhe pedimos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU TENHO APRENDIDO&lt;br /&gt;Que debaixo da "arrogância" existe uma&lt;br /&gt;pessoa que deseja ser apreciada e amada;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU TENHO APRENDIDO&lt;br /&gt;Que Deus não fez tudo num só dia;&lt;br /&gt;O que me faz pensar que eu possa ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU TENHO APRENDIDO&lt;br /&gt;Que quando você se nivela com alguém,&lt;br /&gt;apenas está permitindo que essa&lt;br /&gt;pessoa continue a magoar você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU TENHO APRENDIDO&lt;br /&gt;Que o AMOR, e não o TEMPO,&lt;br /&gt;é que cura todas as feridas;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU TENHO APRENDIDO&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida é dura,&lt;br /&gt;mas eu sou mais ainda;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU TENHO APRENDIDO&lt;br /&gt;Que quando o ancoradouro se torna amargo&lt;br /&gt;a felicidade vai aportar em outro lugar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU TENHO APRENDIDO&lt;br /&gt;Que eu gostaria de ter dito a um ente&lt;br /&gt;querido que o amava,&lt;br /&gt;uma vez mais, antes dele morrer;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU TENHO APRENDIDO&lt;br /&gt;Que um sorriso é a maneira mais&lt;br /&gt;barata de melhorar sua aparência;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU TENHO APRENDIDO&lt;br /&gt;Que todos querem viver no topo da montanha,&lt;br /&gt;mas toda felicidade e crescimento ocorre&lt;br /&gt;quando você está escalando-a;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao refletir sobre tudo isto,&lt;br /&gt;aprendi que tenho muito a aprender,&lt;br /&gt;e que se alguém pensa saber tudo,&lt;br /&gt;é porque não aprendeu como convém saber!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s286.photobucket.com/albums/ll116/lurdeskida/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fada025.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll116/lurdeskida/fada025.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-3542075739260028090?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/3542075739260028090/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564375830977799494&amp;postID=3542075739260028090' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/3542075739260028090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/3542075739260028090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/2009/01/eu-tenho-aprendido.html' title='Eu tenho Aprendido'/><author><name>lurdeskida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013805371297284194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FLtQGD-cn8/TJ5staS4JzI/AAAAAAAACKk/4Vf7BG8wsy0/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-3233207545631098886</id><published>2009-01-16T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T12:45:28.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Razões para viver</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;RAZÕES&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;PARA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;VIVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s391.photobucket.com/albums/oo356/sandroboy_2008/Fadas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=921466jiw0v7nrca.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo356/sandroboy_2008/Fadas/921466jiw0v7nrca.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se amar fosse apenas olhar para o céu&lt;br /&gt;Não haveria razões para haver estrelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se amar fosse apenas sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Não haveria motivos para&lt;br /&gt;que alguém sorrisse connosco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se amar fosse apenas caminhar&lt;br /&gt;Não haveria razões para a&lt;br /&gt;existência dos bosques encantados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se amar fosse apenas ver os pássaros&lt;br /&gt;não haveria motivos para ouvir seus cantos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se amar fosse apenas olhar as nuvens&lt;br /&gt;Não haveria Razões para deixar&lt;br /&gt;nossa imaginação atravessá-las&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se amar fosse apenas viver&lt;br /&gt;Não haveria motivos para se ter coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se amar fosse apenas falar&lt;br /&gt;Não haveria razões para se ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se amar fosse apenas a beleza da rosa&lt;br /&gt;Não haveria motivos para se ter o espinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se amar fosse apenas fazer&lt;br /&gt;Não haveria razões para ajudar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se amar fosse apenas dizer eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;Não haveria motivos para se provar isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se amar fosse viver sem você&lt;br /&gt;Não haveria razão então de viver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s391.photobucket.com/albums/oo356/sandroboy_2008/Fadas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=54.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 254px; HEIGHT: 318px" height="355" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo356/sandroboy_2008/Fadas/54.gif" width="312" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-3233207545631098886?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/3233207545631098886/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564375830977799494&amp;postID=3233207545631098886' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/3233207545631098886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/3233207545631098886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/2009/01/razes-para-viver.html' title='Razões para viver'/><author><name>lurdeskida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013805371297284194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FLtQGD-cn8/TJ5staS4JzI/AAAAAAAACKk/4Vf7BG8wsy0/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo356/sandroboy_2008/Fadas/th_921466jiw0v7nrca.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-3919744226055139534</id><published>2009-01-12T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T05:55:16.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tua caminhada</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua caminhada&lt;br /&gt;ainda não terminou....&lt;br /&gt;A realidade te acolhe&lt;br /&gt;dizendo que pela frente&lt;br /&gt;o horizonte da vida necessita&lt;br /&gt;de tuas palavras&lt;br /&gt;e do teu silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se amanhã sentires saudades,&lt;br /&gt;lembra-te da fantasia e&lt;br /&gt;sonha com tua próxima vitória.&lt;br /&gt;Vitória que todas as armas do mundo&lt;br /&gt;jamais conseguirão obter,&lt;br /&gt;porque é uma vitória que surge da paz&lt;br /&gt;e não do ressentimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É certo que irás encontrar situações&lt;br /&gt;tempestuosas novamente,&lt;br /&gt;mas haverá de ver sempre&lt;br /&gt;o lado bom da chuva que cai&lt;br /&gt;e não a faceta do raio que destrói.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu és jovem.&lt;br /&gt;Atender a quem te chama é belo,&lt;br /&gt;lutar por quem te rejeita&lt;br /&gt;é quase chegar a perfeição.&lt;br /&gt;A juventude precisa de sonhos&lt;br /&gt;e se nutrir de lembranças,&lt;br /&gt;assim como o leito dos rios&lt;br /&gt;precisa da água que rola&lt;br /&gt;e o coração necessita de afeto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não faças do amanhã&lt;br /&gt;o sinônimo de nunca,&lt;br /&gt;nem o ontem te seja o mesmo&lt;br /&gt;que nunca mais.&lt;br /&gt;Teus passos ficaram.&lt;br /&gt;Olhes para trás...&lt;br /&gt;mas vá em frente&lt;br /&gt;pois há muitos que precisam&lt;br /&gt;que chegues para poderem seguir-te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s391.photobucket.com/albums/oo356/sandroboy_2008/Fadas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fofuraas046.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 196px; HEIGHT: 366px" height="444" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo356/sandroboy_2008/Fadas/fofuraas046.gif" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Charles Chaplin -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-3919744226055139534?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/3919744226055139534/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564375830977799494&amp;postID=3919744226055139534' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/3919744226055139534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/3919744226055139534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/2009/01/tua-caminhada.html' title='Tua caminhada'/><author><name>lurdeskida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013805371297284194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FLtQGD-cn8/TJ5staS4JzI/AAAAAAAACKk/4Vf7BG8wsy0/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo356/sandroboy_2008/Fadas/th_fofuraas046.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-3301869932225409495</id><published>2009-01-06T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:32:28.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia de Reis</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;DIA DOS REIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s391.photobucket.com/albums/oo356/sandroboy_2008/Fadas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fada49000.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo356/sandroboy_2008/Fadas/fada49000.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Dia de Reis, segundo a tradição cristã,&lt;br /&gt;seria aquele em que Jesus Cristo recém-nascido&lt;br /&gt;recebera a visita de "uns magos" que, segundo o&lt;br /&gt;hagiológio foram três Reis Magos, e que ocorrera&lt;br /&gt;no dia 6 de janeiro.&lt;br /&gt;A data marca, para os católicos, o dia para a&lt;br /&gt;adoração aos Reis, que a tradição surgida no&lt;br /&gt;século VIII converteu nos santos Belchior,&lt;br /&gt;Gaspar e Baltazar. Nesta data, ainda,&lt;br /&gt;encerram-se para os católicos os festejos&lt;br /&gt;natalinos - sendo o dia em que são desarmados&lt;br /&gt;os presépios e por conseguinte são retirados&lt;br /&gt;todos os enfeites natalinos.&lt;br /&gt;Em alguns países, como Espanha e Portugal,&lt;br /&gt;é estimulada entre as crianças a tradição&lt;br /&gt;de se deixar sapatos na janela com capim&lt;br /&gt;antes de dormir para que os camelos dos&lt;br /&gt;Reis Magos possam se alimentar e retomar&lt;br /&gt;viagem. Em troca os Reis magos deixariam&lt;br /&gt;doces que as crianças encontram no lugar&lt;br /&gt;do capim após acordar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dollzmaniaglitter.com/"&gt;&lt;img title="DollzmaniaGlitter.com" src="http://dollzmaniaglitter.com/saved/cmp4963db18c41865.29094345.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-3301869932225409495?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/3301869932225409495/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564375830977799494&amp;postID=3301869932225409495' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-6010221076879242567</id><published>2009-01-01T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:36:22.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flores do meu jardim</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dollzmaniaglitter.com/"&gt;&lt;img title="DollzmaniaGlitter.com" src="http://dollzmaniaglitter.com/saved/cmp495d60bd1e26f9.33981122.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a terra ainda tenra,&lt;br /&gt;com sustância adequada&lt;br /&gt;pra germinar as boas sementes&lt;br /&gt;que a vida me ofertava,&lt;br /&gt;fiz do meu peito um jardim&lt;br /&gt;para viver de amenidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plantei rosas vermelhas&lt;br /&gt;que com juras de amor ganhei.&lt;br /&gt;Margaridas? muitas semeei.&lt;br /&gt;Hortênsias cor de anil&lt;br /&gt;salpicadas com Miosótis&lt;br /&gt;eu plantava no mês de abril.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flor do campo de cores mil,&lt;br /&gt;por todos os cantos espalhei.&lt;br /&gt;Ao redor dos lírios brancos&lt;br /&gt;Sempre-viva esparramei,&lt;br /&gt;são flores que não murcham&lt;br /&gt;nem ao menos perdem a cor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eram flores das mais belas&lt;br /&gt;que ornavam meu jardim.&lt;br /&gt;Houve um tempo ditoso,&lt;br /&gt;de todos, o mais precioso,&lt;br /&gt;solo adubado por carinhos,&lt;br /&gt;regado a chuva de beijos,&lt;br /&gt;sem plantar nem semear&lt;br /&gt;só brotavam Amor-perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A primavera parecia eterna,&lt;br /&gt;as flores deste jardim&lt;br /&gt;viviam a sorrir pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;Os outonos foram chegando ,&lt;br /&gt;tão rápido que nem percebi;&lt;br /&gt;com a carência do adubo&lt;br /&gt;com a falta daquelas chuvas,&lt;br /&gt;sem plantar, nem semear...&lt;br /&gt;Neste peito, agora, só brotam&lt;br /&gt;Saudades e mais Saudades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dollzmaniaglitter.com/"&gt;&lt;img title="DollzmaniaGlitter.com" src="http://dollzmaniaglitter.com/saved/cmp495d5fed9535b2.28881847.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-6010221076879242567?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/6010221076879242567/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564375830977799494&amp;postID=6010221076879242567' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A magia do Ano Novo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que neste ano possamos sonhar,&lt;br /&gt;E acreditar, de coração,&lt;br /&gt;que podemos realizar cada um de nossos sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;Que esses sonhos possam ser compartilhados&lt;br /&gt;E que eles tenham força de transformar&lt;br /&gt;velhos inimigos em novos amigos verdadeiros,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que neste ano possamos abraçar,&lt;br /&gt;E repartir calor e carinho,&lt;br /&gt;Que isso não seja um acto de momento,&lt;br /&gt;Mas a história de uma vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que neste ano possamos beijar,&lt;br /&gt;E com os olhos fechados,&lt;br /&gt;tocar o sabor da alma,&lt;br /&gt;Que tenhamos tempo para&lt;br /&gt;sentir toda a beleza da vida,&lt;br /&gt;E que saibamos senti-la&lt;br /&gt;em cada coisa simples,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que neste ano possamos sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;E contagiar a todos&lt;br /&gt;com uma alegria verdadeira,&lt;br /&gt;Que não sejam necessárias grandes&lt;br /&gt;justificativas para o nosso sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas a brisa do viver,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que neste ano possamos cantar,&lt;br /&gt;E dizer coisas da vida,&lt;br /&gt;Que não sejam apenas músicas e letras,&lt;br /&gt;Mas que sejam canções e sentimentos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que neste ano possamos agradecer,&lt;br /&gt;E expressar a Deus e a todos:&lt;br /&gt;“Muito Obrigado!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que neste “todos” não sejam incluídos&lt;br /&gt;apenas os amigos,&lt;br /&gt;Mas também aqueles que,&lt;br /&gt;nos colocando dificuldades,&lt;br /&gt;nos deram oportunidade&lt;br /&gt;de sermos melhores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim começamos mais um Ano Novo,&lt;br /&gt;Um dia que nasce, um primeiro passo,&lt;br /&gt;um longo caminho,&lt;br /&gt;Um desafio, uma oportunidade&lt;br /&gt;e um pensamento:&lt;br /&gt;Que neste ano sejamos,&lt;br /&gt;"Todos, Muito Felizes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s391.photobucket.com/albums/oo356/sandroboy_2008/Fadas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ninaas201.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 292px; HEIGHT: 303px" height="353" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo356/sandroboy_2008/Fadas/ninaas201.gif" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-5894862181577372592?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/5894862181577372592/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564375830977799494&amp;postID=5894862181577372592' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo356/sandroboy_2008/Navidad/1763758j8pdd9q2li.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Como desejar feliz natal&lt;br /&gt;em vários idiomas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Albanês&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gezur Krislinjden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alemão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frohe Weihnacht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arménio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Shenoraavor Nor Dari yev Pari Gaghand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bretão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nedeleg laouen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Catalão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon Nadal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coreano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuk Sung Tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Croata&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Čestit Božić&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espanhol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Navidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esperanto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gajan Kristnaskon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finlandês&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyvää joulua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Francês&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyeux Noël&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Grego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kala Christougena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Magyar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kellemes Karácsonyt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inglês&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Italiano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buon Natale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Japonês&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merii Kurisumasu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mandarim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kung His Hsin Nien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Norueguês &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD JUL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Occitan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Buon Nadal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Polaco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wesołych Świąt Bożego Narodzenia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Português&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Feliz Natal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Romeno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarbatori Fericite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Russo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;S prazdnikom Rozdestva Hristova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Checo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klidné prožití Vánoc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sueco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Jul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ucraniano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Srozhdestvom Kristovym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s391.photobucket.com/albums/oo356/sandroboy_2008/Navidad/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1709664bw7w46qg1v.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 244px; HEIGHT: 272px" height="440" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo356/sandroboy_2008/Navidad/1709664bw7w46qg1v.gif" width="356" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ainda que se percam outras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;coisas ao longo dos anos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mantenhamos o Natal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;como algo brilhante... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Regressemos a nossa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fé infantil."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FLtQGD-cn8/TJ5staS4JzI/AAAAAAAACKk/4Vf7BG8wsy0/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i398.photobucket.com/albums/pp68/lurdessonia/Natal/th_flor031.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-9164383814273137305</id><published>2008-12-14T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T08:13:06.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caixinha de primeiros socorros</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;O que é necessário ter na &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Caixa de Primeiros Socorros:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Óculos&lt;br /&gt;Elástico&lt;br /&gt;Curativo&lt;br /&gt;Lápis&lt;br /&gt;Borracha&lt;br /&gt;Chiclete&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Saqueta de chá &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quê?&lt;br /&gt;Vejamos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ÓCULOS&lt;br /&gt;Para lembrar de “ver” nos outros &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;todas as qualidades que eles têm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELÁSTICO&lt;br /&gt;Para lembrar de ser flexível, já que as coisas e &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;as pessoas nem sempre são da maneira &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;como você quer que sejam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURATIVO&lt;br /&gt;Para ajudar a curar aqueles sentimentos feridos, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;tanto os seus como os das outras pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LÁPIS&lt;br /&gt;Para que você registe diariamente &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;tudo o que lhe acontece de bom&lt;br /&gt;(e são muitas coisas...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORRACHA&lt;br /&gt;Para você se lembrar que todos nós cometemos &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;erros e temos a oportunidade de consertá-los.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHICLÉTE&lt;br /&gt;Para lembrar-se de “colar” nas pessoas &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;que são realmente importantes na sua vida &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;e que o dia-a-dia pode fazer você esquecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UM CHOCOLATE&lt;br /&gt;Para que você se lembre que todo mundo precisa &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;de um beijo, de um abraço &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;e uma palavra de carinho diariamente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E finalmente o &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;SAQUINHO DE CHÁ...&lt;br /&gt;Para quê?!&lt;br /&gt;Para que você, no final do dia, descanse, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;relaxe e reflicta sobre o que falta na sua &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;caixinha de primeiros socorros.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s391.photobucket.com/albums/oo356/sandroboy_2008/Navidad/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1769173cl3jsgbglk.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo356/sandroboy_2008/Navidad/1769173cl3jsgbglk.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div 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socorros'/><author><name>lurdeskida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013805371297284194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FLtQGD-cn8/TJ5staS4JzI/AAAAAAAACKk/4Vf7BG8wsy0/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo356/sandroboy_2008/Navidad/th_1769173cl3jsgbglk.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-8138169886508359643</id><published>2008-12-09T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:46:44.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O sonho do pai natal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Sonho do Pai Natal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s391.photobucket.com/albums/oo356/sandroboy_2008/Navidad/?action=view&amp;amp;current=832586m6d5e2a7jn.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo356/sandroboy_2008/Navidad/832586m6d5e2a7jn.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Pai Natal sonhou um sonho lindo,&lt;br /&gt;tão lindo que não queria acordar.&lt;br /&gt;E não queria acordar porque neste ano&lt;br /&gt;os Humanos encheram-se de boa vontade&lt;br /&gt;e fizeram acordo de Paz,&lt;br /&gt;que silenciou todas as armas.&lt;br /&gt;Em todos os cantos do Planeta,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo nos lugares mais recônditos da Terra,&lt;br /&gt;as armas calaram-se para sempre e os carros&lt;br /&gt;de combate e outras máquinas de guerra&lt;br /&gt;foram entregues às crianças para neles&lt;br /&gt;pintarem flores brancas da Paz.&lt;br /&gt;O Pai Natal sonhou um sonho tão lindo,&lt;br /&gt;tão lindo que não queria acordar.&lt;br /&gt;E não queria acordar, porque nesse&lt;br /&gt;sonho não havia fome:&lt;br /&gt;em todas as casas havia comida,&lt;br /&gt;havia até algumas guloseimas&lt;br /&gt;para dar aos mais pequenos.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo as crianças de países&lt;br /&gt;outrora pobres tinham agora os olhos brilhantes,&lt;br /&gt;brilhantes de felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Todas as crianças tinham acabado&lt;br /&gt;de tomar um esplêndido pequeno-almoço&lt;br /&gt;e preparavam-se para ir para a escola,&lt;br /&gt;onde todos aprendiam a difícil tarefa&lt;br /&gt;de crescer e ser Homem ou Mulher!&lt;br /&gt;O Pai Natal sonhou um sonho tão lindo tão lindo,&lt;br /&gt;que não queria acordar.&lt;br /&gt;No seu sonho não havia instituições&lt;br /&gt;para acolher crianças maltratadas&lt;br /&gt;e abandonadas pelos pais nem pequeninos&lt;br /&gt;e pequeninas à espera de um carinho,&lt;br /&gt;de um beijo...de AMOR.&lt;br /&gt;Todas as crianças tinham uma família:&lt;br /&gt;uma mãe ou um pai ou ambos os pais,&lt;br /&gt;todas as crianças tinham um colo a sua espera.&lt;br /&gt;O Pai Natal Sonhou um sonho lindo,&lt;br /&gt;tão lindo que não queria acordar!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s391.photobucket.com/albums/oo356/sandroboy_2008/Navidad/?action=view&amp;amp;current=776962i6tpjf5p5h.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo356/sandroboy_2008/Navidad/776962i6tpjf5p5h.gif"width="290"  border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-8138169886508359643?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/8138169886508359643/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564375830977799494&amp;postID=8138169886508359643' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/8138169886508359643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/8138169886508359643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-sonho-do-pai-natal.html' title='O sonho do pai natal...'/><author><name>lurdeskida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013805371297284194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FLtQGD-cn8/TJ5staS4JzI/AAAAAAAACKk/4Vf7BG8wsy0/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo356/sandroboy_2008/Navidad/th_832586m6d5e2a7jn.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-1791900091305022370</id><published>2008-12-07T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T08:36:17.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A flor do Natal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma lenda mexicana tenta explicar a associação&lt;br /&gt;feita entre esta planta e o Natal.&lt;br /&gt;Uma menina, de nome Pepita,&lt;br /&gt;não sabia o que oferecer ao menino Jesus&lt;br /&gt;por ocasião da missa de Natal.&lt;br /&gt;Não podendo adquirir uma oferta&lt;br /&gt;digna da sua vontade,&lt;br /&gt;expõe o seu problema ao seu primo,&lt;br /&gt;Pedro, que a acompanhava&lt;br /&gt;a caminho da igreja.&lt;br /&gt;Este consola-a e diz-lhe que é o amor&lt;br /&gt;com que se dá uma oferta que valoriza a mesma,&lt;br /&gt;especialmente aos olhos de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Pepita deixa-se convencer e vai recolhendo&lt;br /&gt;plantas vulgares das margens&lt;br /&gt;do caminho por onde passa.&lt;br /&gt;Quando chega à igreja,&lt;br /&gt;dá-se conta da pobreza da sua&lt;br /&gt;oferta e chora de tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;Tenta, no entanto, oferecer&lt;br /&gt;os pálidos ramos com todo o&lt;br /&gt;amor da sua alma.&lt;br /&gt;Então, frente a toda a congregação&lt;br /&gt;reunida no templo,&lt;br /&gt;as folhas dos ramos ficam tingidos&lt;br /&gt;de uma cor brilhante e vermelha.&lt;br /&gt;O povo reunido para a eucaristia&lt;br /&gt;fica espantado e declara&lt;br /&gt;o acontecimento como um milagre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s391.photobucket.com/albums/oo356/sandroboy_2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=yj0i6n23.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo356/sandroboy_2008/yj0i6n23.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-1791900091305022370?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/1791900091305022370/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564375830977799494&amp;postID=1791900091305022370' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/1791900091305022370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/1791900091305022370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/2008/12/flor-do-natal.html' title='A flor do Natal...'/><author><name>lurdeskida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013805371297284194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FLtQGD-cn8/TJ5staS4JzI/AAAAAAAACKk/4Vf7BG8wsy0/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-6308226804082190175</id><published>2008-12-02T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T05:36:28.907-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contos de Natal'/><title type='text'>Embaralharam o Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embaralharam o Natal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda encontra-se em seu quarto lendo quando acontece &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;uma ventania que faz voar todos os livros e, na próxima cena, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ela se vê em uma floresta (dentro de um livro) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;junto com ela aparece um velhinho (Papai Noel descaracterizado) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;que bateu a cabeça e parece Ter perdido a memória.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Como ninguém sabe muito bem o que fazer &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;resolvem andar pela floresta e encontram uma menina &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;esbravejando, ela está brava com a mãe porque &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;esta a mandou visitar a vovó e ela quer brincar. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Os dois conseguem convencer a menina e &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;quando ela se levanta eles vêm que ela era Chapeuzinho vermelho, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;que havia mudado de idéia por causa do temporal &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;que aconteceu, se não fossem os dois a história não se completaria.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ainda enquanto estão conversando com a menina &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;o velho passa perto do lago que existe na floresta &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;e nele reflete-se a imagem onde se vê que ele é o Papai Noel, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;mas somente o público vê, pois nem ele nem Amanda percebem isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s391.photobucket.com/albums/oo356/sandroboy_2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=gifsnatal7.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo356/sandroboy_2008/gifsnatal7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na próxima parada eles estão no castelo de Cinderela &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;e a festa não vai acontecer porque, com a ventania, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;sumiram ingredientes e empregados da cozinha, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;a única que restou não vai dar conta. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Os dois ajudam a cozinheira indo buscar ovos, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;pegando leite de vaca, cozinhando e na hora certa o jantar &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;está pronto e eles ficam assistindo ao grande baile &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;onde aparece Cinderela e o príncipe se apaixona.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Em uma das saídas de Amanda ela está sozinha &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;e encontra a Rena do nariz vermelho que está &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;procurando Papai Noel, porque ele se perdeu. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ela conta que na ventania também &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;perdeu o seu colar de guizos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Em um momento quando os dois estão na cozinha &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;o velhinho vai procurar algo em seu bornal &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;e acha o colar de guizos e Amanda começa a desconfiar. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Continua o efeito de ele passar na frente de um espelho &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;e refletir a imagem de Papai Noel, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;mas nenhum dos dois observa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s391.photobucket.com/albums/oo356/sandroboy_2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=natal42.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s391.photobucket.com/albums/oo356/sandroboy_2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=maison8.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo356/sandroboy_2008/maison8.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tendo resolvido a história de Cinderela, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;que não aconteceria sem a ajuda deles, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;eles andam pelo povoado e encontram &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gepeto que quer ir embora porque não tem família, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;filho ou amigos, os dois convencem ele de ficar &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;e usar sua habilidade de marceneiro para fazer um boneco. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gepeto fica feliz e diz que lhe dará o nome de Pinochio.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gepeto começa a construir o boneco e &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;tem alguma dificuldade, mas o velhinho &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;começa ajudar e percebe que também tem muita &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;habilidade para fazer brinquedos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;E na última vez que o velhinho passa pelo espelho &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Amanda consegue ver um pedaço de sua bota, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;e conclui vendo as lembranças do guizo &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;e suas habilidades de marceneiro, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;que ele era Papai Noel que também &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;havia sofrido os efeitos da ventania.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Papai Noel sai em busca da rena que está atrelado &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ao trenó carregado de presentes e dá uma carona &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;a sua amiga e salvadora Amanda, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;que afinal, também precisava voltar para casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s391.photobucket.com/albums/oo356/sandroboy_2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bola079.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo356/sandroboy_2008/bola079.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Visitem meu cantinho de Natal kidas!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://boasfestas-lurdeskida.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i363.photobucket.com/albums/oo71/silvasantos_2008/mimitosaosamigos/linkbflurdes.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-6308226804082190175?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/6308226804082190175/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564375830977799494&amp;postID=6308226804082190175' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/6308226804082190175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/6308226804082190175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/2008/12/embaralharam-o-natal.html' title='Embaralharam o Natal'/><author><name>lurdeskida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013805371297284194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FLtQGD-cn8/TJ5staS4JzI/AAAAAAAACKk/4Vf7BG8wsy0/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i363.photobucket.com/albums/oo71/silvasantos_2008/mimitosaosamigos/th_linkbflurdes.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-9044459607191062840</id><published>2008-11-30T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T06:29:14.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos são flores...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São flores plantadas ao longo do nosso caminho&lt;br /&gt;para que saibamos encontrar&lt;br /&gt;primavera o ano todo.&lt;br /&gt;Quando o outono chega,&lt;br /&gt;cheio de beleza e melancolia,&lt;br /&gt;os amigos estão&lt;br /&gt;presentes nos trazendo alegria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/?action=view&amp;amp;current=purple-b.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/purple-b.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, quando o inverno vem frio e escuro,&lt;br /&gt;trazendo saudades e noites longas,&lt;br /&gt;os amigos nos trazem calor e luz&lt;br /&gt;com o brilho da sua presença.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/?action=view&amp;amp;current=green-b.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/green-b.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essas flores belas perfumam nossa&lt;br /&gt;existência e nos fazem ver que não&lt;br /&gt;estamos sozinhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/?action=view&amp;amp;current=purple-b.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/purple-b.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se amigos são flores que duram um ano&lt;br /&gt;ou um dia não faz diferença, porque o&lt;br /&gt;importante são as marcas&lt;br /&gt;que deixam nas nossas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/?action=view&amp;amp;current=green-b.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/green-b.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São as horas compartilhadas,&lt;br /&gt;horas de carinho, horas de amor e cuidado.&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo que se doa sem esperar um retorno,&lt;br /&gt;que se entrega pelo prazer de&lt;br /&gt;ver a felicidade do outro,&lt;br /&gt;é uma flor que merece cuidados especiais;&lt;br /&gt;um ser grande e importante que&lt;br /&gt;nos emociona só pelo facto de existir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/?action=view&amp;current=purple-b.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/purple-b.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É alguém que consegue chegar até nossa alma...&lt;br /&gt;É um presente de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Se todo o mundo nos virar as costas e,&lt;br /&gt;no meio desse mundo, uma flor, nem que&lt;br /&gt;seja uma única flor de amizade nascer&lt;br /&gt;em nosso jardim, então...&lt;br /&gt;toda a vida já terá&lt;br /&gt;valido a pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/Fadadasflores/?action=view&amp;current=1477648lx1f53i5ft.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/Fadadasflores/1477648lx1f53i5ft.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-9044459607191062840?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/9044459607191062840/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564375830977799494&amp;postID=9044459607191062840' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-3483977926136592672</id><published>2008-11-24T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T06:23:27.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Os desejos do Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor não tem outro desejo senão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o de atingir a sua plenitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se, contudo, amar é precisar ter desejos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sejam estes os vossos desejos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De se diluir no amor e ser como um riacho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que canta sua melodia para a noite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De conhecer a dor de sentir ternura demasiada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ficar ferido por vossa própria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;compreensão do amor ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De sangrar de boa vontade e com alegria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De acordar na aurora com o coração alado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e agradecer por um novo dia de amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De descansar ao meio-dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e meditar sobre o êxtase do amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De voltar para casa a noite com gratidão ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de adormecer com uma prece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no coração para o bem amado,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e nos lábios uma canção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de bem aventurança ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/Fadadasflores/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1473540u4jn6t500w.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/Fadadasflores/1473540u4jn6t500w.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Amor'/><author><name>lurdeskida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013805371297284194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FLtQGD-cn8/TJ5staS4JzI/AAAAAAAACKk/4Vf7BG8wsy0/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/Fadadasflores/th_1473540u4jn6t500w.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-4093734561449238820</id><published>2008-11-19T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:37:05.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Há sempre alguém!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s398.photobucket.com/albums/pp68/lurdessonia/Fadas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=novagif1hj0.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i398.photobucket.com/albums/pp68/lurdessonia/Fadas/novagif1hj0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo inteiro está cheio de pessoas.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há pessoas caladas&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;que precisam de alguém para conversar.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há pessoas tristes&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;que precisam de alguém que as conforte.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há pessoas tímidas&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;que precisam de alguém que as ajude vencer a timidez.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há pessoas sozinhas&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;que precisam de alguém para brincar.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há pessoas com medo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;que precisam de alguém para lhes dar a mão.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há pessoas fortes&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;que precisam de alguém que as faça pensar &lt;br /&gt;na melhor maneira de usarem a sua força.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há pessoas habilidosas&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;que precisam de alguém para ajudar a descobrir &lt;br /&gt;a melhor maneira de usarem a sua habilidade.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há pessoas que julgam&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;que não sabem fazer nada e precisam de alguém &lt;br /&gt;que as ajude a descobrir o quanto sabem fazer.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há pessoas apressadas&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;que precisam de alguém para lhes mostrar &lt;br /&gt;tudo o que não tem tempo para ver.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há pessoas impulsivas&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;que precisam de alguém que as ajude &lt;br /&gt;a não magoar os outros.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há pessoas que se sentem de fora &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e precisam de alguém que lhes &lt;br /&gt;mostre o caminho de entrada.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há pessoas que dizem &lt;br /&gt;que não servem para nada &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E precisam de alguém &lt;br /&gt;que as ajude a descobrir como são importantes. &lt;br /&gt;Precisam de alguém &lt;br /&gt;Talvez de ti... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s398.photobucket.com/albums/pp68/lurdessonia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=OBG.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i398.photobucket.com/albums/pp68/lurdessonia/OBG.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-4093734561449238820?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/4093734561449238820/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564375830977799494&amp;postID=4093734561449238820' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/4093734561449238820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/4093734561449238820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/2008/11/h-sempre-algum.html' title='Há sempre alguém!'/><author><name>lurdeskida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013805371297284194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FLtQGD-cn8/TJ5staS4JzI/AAAAAAAACKk/4Vf7BG8wsy0/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i398.photobucket.com/albums/pp68/lurdessonia/Fadas/th_novagif1hj0.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-8038596105968028763</id><published>2008-11-09T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T03:58:46.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fada do Amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fada do amor, é uma linda fada&lt;br /&gt;Que mora nas flores do campo.&lt;br /&gt;Ela é uma fada muito especial.&lt;br /&gt;Ela tem o poder de fazer os animais&lt;br /&gt;E as pessoas se apaixonarem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com sua varinha mágica,&lt;br /&gt;Ela faz qualquer um que seja solitário,&lt;br /&gt;Ficar acompanhado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém a vê!&lt;br /&gt;Para pedir sua ajuda,&lt;br /&gt;É só pegar algumas flores do campo&lt;br /&gt;E entregá-la para uma pessoa ou cantar&lt;br /&gt;Uma música a uma flor do campo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela só usa sua varinha mágica,&lt;br /&gt;Se realmente a pessoa merece&lt;br /&gt;Ou se o casal formar um bonito par.&lt;br /&gt;Assim a fada do amor é!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s398.photobucket.com/albums/pp68/lurdessonia/Fadas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=amor_.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i398.photobucket.com/albums/pp68/lurdessonia/Fadas/amor_.gif"width="230"  border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-8038596105968028763?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FLtQGD-cn8/TJ5staS4JzI/AAAAAAAACKk/4Vf7BG8wsy0/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i398.photobucket.com/albums/pp68/lurdessonia/Fadas/th_amor_.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-89896052110515920</id><published>2008-11-05T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T03:40:15.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flores no meu caminho</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há flores no meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Não ando sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Camélias, margaridas,sempre-vivas&lt;br /&gt;Rosas sem espinho&lt;br /&gt;Semeadas com carinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s286.photobucket.com/albums/ll116/lurdeskida/fofuras/?action=view&amp;amp;current=92.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll116/lurdeskida/fofuras/92.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meu caminho há flores&lt;br /&gt;Em meu coração muitos amores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s286.photobucket.com/albums/ll116/lurdeskida/fofuras/?action=view&amp;amp;current=71a-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll116/lurdeskida/fofuras/71a-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há flores no meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Em cada estação um ninho&lt;br /&gt;Nos lábios o paladar do vinho&lt;br /&gt;No leito a seda e o linho&lt;br /&gt;Nas memórias o frescor do pinho&lt;br /&gt;Certamente há flores no meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s286.photobucket.com/albums/ll116/lurdeskida/bichinhos%20fofos/CUMPRIMENTOS/?action=view&amp;amp;current=003.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll116/lurdeskida/bichinhos%20fofos/CUMPRIMENTOS/003.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-89896052110515920?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/89896052110515920/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564375830977799494&amp;postID=89896052110515920' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-3223777065967477320</id><published>2008-11-03T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T05:21:34.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras soltas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cada dia que vivo, mais me convenço&lt;br /&gt;de que o desperdício da vida está no amor&lt;br /&gt;que não damos, nas forças que não usamos,&lt;br /&gt;na prudência egoísta que nada arrisca,&lt;br /&gt;e que,esquivando-nos do sofrimento,&lt;br /&gt;perdemos também a felicidade.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/gifts%20blogs/?action=view&amp;amp;current=moncoquillagedoree.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/gifts%20blogs/moncoquillagedoree.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-3223777065967477320?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/3223777065967477320/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564375830977799494&amp;postID=3223777065967477320' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/3223777065967477320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/3223777065967477320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/2008/11/palavras-soltas.html' title='Palavras soltas...'/><author><name>lurdeskida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013805371297284194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FLtQGD-cn8/TJ5staS4JzI/AAAAAAAACKk/4Vf7BG8wsy0/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/gifts%20blogs/th_moncoquillagedoree.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-5099435280541665306</id><published>2008-10-31T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T10:41:19.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;História do Dia das Bruxas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/Hallowen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3479.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/Hallowen/3479.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A história desta data comemorativa tem mais de 2500 anos. Surgiu entre o povo celta, que acreditavam que no último dia do verão (31 de outubro), os espíritos saiam dos cemitérios para tomar posse dos corpos dos vivos. Para assustar estes fantasmas, os celtas colocavam, nas casas, objetos assustadores como, por exemplo, caveiras, ossos decorados, abóboras enfeitadas entre outros.&lt;br /&gt;Por ser uma festa pagã foi condenada na Europa durante a Idade Média, quando passou a ser chamada de Dia das Bruxas. Aqueles que comemoravam esta data eram perseguidos e condenados à fogueira pela Inquisição.&lt;br /&gt;Com o objetivo de diminuir as influências pagãs na Europa Medieval,a Igreja cristianizou a festa, criando o Dia de Finados (2 de novembro).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Símbolos e Tradições&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/Hallowen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=HalloweenWitch.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/Hallowen/HalloweenWitch.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta festa, por estar relacionada em sua origem à morte, resgata elementos e figuras assustadoras. São símbolos comuns desta festa: fantasmas, bruxas, zumbis, caveiras, monstros, gatos negros e até personagens como Drácula e Frankestein.&lt;br /&gt;As crianças também participam desta festa. Com a ajuda dos pais, usam fantasias assustadoras e partem de porta em porta na vizinhança, onde soltam a frase “doçura ou travessura”. Felizes, terminam a noite do 31 de outubro, com sacos cheios de guloseimas, balas, chocolates e doces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/gifts%20blogs/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hapyhalowen2.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/gifts%20blogs/hapyhalowen2.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/halloween" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-5099435280541665306?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/5099435280541665306/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-8803769697360380669</id><published>2008-10-27T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T04:45:23.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fadas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fadas&lt;br /&gt;A fada e o ideal feminino,&lt;br /&gt;Símbolo do animal,&lt;br /&gt;que encarna&lt;br /&gt;a virgem, a irmã,&lt;br /&gt;a esposa e a mãe.&lt;br /&gt;E a mulher por excelência,&lt;br /&gt;perfeita e inacessível.&lt;br /&gt;Também um agente da&lt;br /&gt;Providencia, que distribuiu riqueza,&lt;br /&gt;Fecundidade e felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;ajudando os heróis&lt;br /&gt;em perigo e servindo de inspiração&lt;br /&gt;para artistas e poetas.&lt;br /&gt;A fada, é ainda, uma&lt;br /&gt;Fiandeira do destino,&lt;br /&gt;como as Parcas romanas&lt;br /&gt;e as Moiras gregas.&lt;br /&gt;São elas que tecem o fio da vida&lt;br /&gt;e assistem o nascimento&lt;br /&gt;das crianças humanas&lt;br /&gt;para presenteá-los com dons.&lt;br /&gt;São elas também, que rompem esse fio e&lt;br /&gt;anunciam a morte dos seres humanos,&lt;br /&gt;antes de leva-los&lt;br /&gt;a seus palácios encantados,&lt;br /&gt;no Pais das Fadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/?action=view&amp;amp;current=orangesparkle.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/orangesparkle.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fada do meu mês:Junho&lt;br /&gt;Nome da fada: Arnich&lt;br /&gt;Sua virtude é outorgar&lt;br /&gt;paciência e inspiração&lt;br /&gt;para todas as criações artísticas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ritual:&lt;br /&gt;Concentre-se firmemente&lt;br /&gt;antes de invocá-la.&lt;br /&gt;Diga seu nome,&lt;br /&gt;sustentado em sua mão esquerda&lt;br /&gt;uma pedra de geoda,&lt;br /&gt;que tenha sido bem lavada em água.&lt;br /&gt;Geoda são aquelas pedras&lt;br /&gt;muito usadas como decorativas,&lt;br /&gt;que apresenta uma cavidade&lt;br /&gt;cheia de pequenos cristais,&lt;br /&gt;sem chegar a enchê-la completamente.&lt;br /&gt;Se formam de rochas ígneas,&lt;br /&gt;metamórficas e Sedimentarias.&lt;br /&gt;Os mais propícios para realização&lt;br /&gt;deste ritual são: 14 e 21 do mês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/?action=view&amp;amp;current=947c8c72.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/947c8c72.gif"width="280"  border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-8803769697360380669?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/?action=view&amp;amp;current=prmio2.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/prmio2.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recebi esse selinho da minha&lt;br /&gt;Kida amiga Simone do blog &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://monnesblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://monnesblog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;e tenho que repassar para 5 blogs. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Embora sejam todos merecedores,&lt;br /&gt;tenho que escolher somente 5... &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Então lá vai:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nadjaloukapornet.blogger.com.br/"&gt;http://nadjaloukapornet.blogger.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://innocent59.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://innocent59.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://borboletakaka.zip.net/"&gt;http://borboletakaka.zip.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fofurinhas.blog.uol.com.br/"&gt;http://fofurinhas.blog.uol.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sonhosecarinhosdetimel.zip.net/"&gt;http://sonhosecarinhosdetimel.zip.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/?action=view&amp;amp;current=purple-b.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w359/lurdesguerreiro/purple-b.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Quero desejar-lhes tambem &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Bom fim de Semana!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; 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src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada somos senão frágeis&lt;br /&gt;átomos nos céus do infinito&lt;br /&gt;E não nos resta senão&lt;br /&gt;obedecer e entregar-nos à&lt;br /&gt;vontade da Providência.&lt;br /&gt;Se amamos, nosso amor não&lt;br /&gt;vem de nós, nem é para nós.&lt;br /&gt;Se nos alegramos, nossa&lt;br /&gt;alegria não está em nós, mas&lt;br /&gt;na própria vida.&lt;br /&gt;Se sofremos, a dor não está em&lt;br /&gt;nossos ferimentos, mas no&lt;br /&gt;próprio coração da Natureza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Gibran Khalil Gibran)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s398.photobucket.com/albums/pp68/lurdessonia/Fadas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fadadiliapic_01.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/Flores/?action=view&amp;amp;current=29.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/Flores/29.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-3482445551731508635?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/3482445551731508635/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564375830977799494&amp;postID=3482445551731508635' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/3482445551731508635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/3482445551731508635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/2008/10/infinito.html' title='Infinito...'/><author><name>lurdeskida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013805371297284194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FLtQGD-cn8/TJ5staS4JzI/AAAAAAAACKk/4Vf7BG8wsy0/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/Flores/th_29.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-6948423502766205616</id><published>2008-10-17T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:54:22.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sincronicidade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você me sente sem eu chegar&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Eu leio sua alma sem te conhecer&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Eu levo amor à tua vida&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;E um brilho de luz em cada palavra dita.&lt;br /&gt;Basta um pensamento para que eu aconteça&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;De noite eu penso, de manhã realizo.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Eu não controlo o choro e o riso&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Cada dia crio a minha sentença.&lt;br /&gt;Eu atraio só o que eu quero.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Eu faço minhas imagens...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;O retorno chega logo&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Chega o amor, luz, felicidades.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto teus desejos no vento&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Eu sigo tua essência e luz.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;O que estás pensando neste momento?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;O que você pensa longe reluz.&lt;br /&gt;É assim, de tão simples difícil parece&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;É assim, fazer acontecer hoje o que a alma pede&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;É assim, só pensar e sintonizar no bem...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;É só querer que tudo vem!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/dias/?action=view&amp;amp;current=346a589b45bda33581333155f0a501fd_we.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/dias/346a589b45bda33581333155f0a501fd_we.gif" width="190" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Há uma força escondida, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;uma força do astral, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;uma força minha,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;que faz acontecer o bem ou o mal. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Os pensamentos têm força.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Preste atenção nos seus e no que &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;você atrai na sua vida...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Pois você a cria diariamente!"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-6948423502766205616?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/6948423502766205616/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564375830977799494&amp;postID=6948423502766205616' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/6948423502766205616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564375830977799494/posts/default/6948423502766205616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/2008/10/sincronicidade.html' title='Sincronicidade...'/><author><name>lurdeskida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013805371297284194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FLtQGD-cn8/TJ5staS4JzI/AAAAAAAACKk/4Vf7BG8wsy0/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/dias/th_346a589b45bda33581333155f0a501fd_we.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564375830977799494.post-7875656276372903516</id><published>2008-10-16T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T06:26:53.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A fada da amizade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/helloflores.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria saber escrever flores&lt;br /&gt;Ou o som de anjos cantando&lt;br /&gt;Queria poder falar de amores&lt;br /&gt;Nos sonhos em que segues sonhando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria poder transformar&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos em poesia&lt;br /&gt;Só pra este dia iluminar&lt;br /&gt;O seu sorriso de alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria que o tempo parasse&lt;br /&gt;Pra um longo abraço te dar&lt;br /&gt;E antes que o tempo passasse&lt;br /&gt;Dizer que em meu coração&lt;br /&gt;és Fada Linda a brincar... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/Flores/?action=view&amp;amp;current=8-2.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k406/irissonhadora/Flores/8-2.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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gostem deste meu novo cantinho.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nele eu vou falar de tudo,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;mas principalmente de fadas e flores,claro.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bom tou indo e me aguardem &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;que vem novidades por ai...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Beijo &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564375830977799494-8022515897048999389?l=fadasdasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadasdasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/8022515897048999389/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564375830977799494&amp;postID=8022515897048999389' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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