<?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-1597513355227058695</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:50:54.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Circo Mágico</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Saulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970831515739332418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597513355227058695.post-2889280546172800332</id><published>2011-06-06T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T03:32:29.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>frio</title><content type='html'>de onde venho não tem&lt;br /&gt;e onde estou é só o que encontro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não térmico, mas humano&lt;br /&gt;não químico, mas espiritual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dizem que é coisa dos modernos&lt;br /&gt;falam que é coisa de cidade grande&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em meio a nebulosidade diária&lt;br /&gt;ainda encontramos vida&lt;br /&gt;que nos ensinam a viver e conviver com isso&lt;br /&gt;distante do calor de onde somos e dos nossos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;viver, este sim é o objetivo maior&lt;br /&gt;amar, é o que motiva a tudo e a ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;receitas essas pra espantar o frio e fazer o verão (da alma) chegar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597513355227058695-2889280546172800332?l=sauloungido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/feeds/2889280546172800332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1597513355227058695&amp;postID=2889280546172800332' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/2889280546172800332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/2889280546172800332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/2011/06/frio.html' title='frio'/><author><name>Saulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970831515739332418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597513355227058695.post-1913574708923171305</id><published>2009-03-16T19:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:24:23.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/Sb8HQAqo3PI/AAAAAAAAAGo/D61oA-9wFs8/s1600-h/109116_9589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/Sb8HQAqo3PI/AAAAAAAAAGo/D61oA-9wFs8/s320/109116_9589.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313974056958614770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nao sabemos o dia&lt;br /&gt;em que dele sairemos&lt;br /&gt;e na vida entraremos&lt;br /&gt;parecidos quem sabe com um &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://konidomo.blogspot.com/"&gt;konidomo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mas para perto do sonho&lt;br /&gt;e junto da vida&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ta perto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amanhã, quem sabe!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos minha flor, mais longe e mais e mais e mais e mais,... !!!!!!!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597513355227058695-1913574708923171305?l=sauloungido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/feeds/1913574708923171305/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1597513355227058695&amp;postID=1913574708923171305' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/1913574708923171305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/1913574708923171305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/2009/03/vida.html' title='vida'/><author><name>Saulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970831515739332418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/Sb8HQAqo3PI/AAAAAAAAAGo/D61oA-9wFs8/s72-c/109116_9589.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597513355227058695.post-7003125196038957852</id><published>2008-09-13T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T13:20:57.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ajuda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Só quero demonstrar que estou com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;To sentindo que muitas coisas ocorreram no último ano, e as vezes a única coisa que se sabe é que se tá só, e com o estômado doendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mas de longe ou de perto estamos rolando morro a baixo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Saudades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597513355227058695-7003125196038957852?l=sauloungido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/feeds/7003125196038957852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1597513355227058695&amp;postID=7003125196038957852' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/7003125196038957852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/7003125196038957852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/2008/09/ajuda.html' title='Ajuda'/><author><name>Saulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970831515739332418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597513355227058695.post-8412227387972621435</id><published>2008-07-30T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T20:00:10.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Realidade de dentro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Faz um tempinho que não escrevo, mas quero muito descrever o que sinto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Quero falar dela... Isso mesmo! Aquela que é Bela!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;As coisas aconteceram. Já fazem alguns meses. Desde 5 de setembro do ano que passou. 10 meses? Quase 11. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Essa construção se fez progressivamente, e a cada momento um passo novo em direção ao outro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;                                                                    [...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Quero desde já demonstra uma realidade: a realidade tripla! Isso, quero dizer que existe um 3ª pessoa nessa história! É! AquEle que possibilita coisas que nunca pensei em viver e me leva em direção a mais forte vontade de estar com alguém! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sobre essa 3ª pessoa, quero me referir mais ainda. Essa participação é crucial. É aquela que equilibra os corações de certa forma cançados e dá a direção certa. Ele que move as certezas e emoções, não desmerecendo toda a nossa distância que se dá de forma natural do objetivo maior - amar - mas o ponto certo em tudo. Quando tá demais, Ele leva a viver menos; quando de menos, Ele dá mais e mais! Acho isso fantático! Daí vem a harmonia legal, sintonia e cumplicidade. Pois jogando a real, nossos coração não querem a felicidade do outro, mas quando somos movidos por outras coisas, conseguimos! Muito bom isso! Graças a Ele que existe isso... Por essa coisas dentro de mim que não desisti de viver tudo isso um dia! Obrigado 3ª pessoa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;                                                              [...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Já que sei dessa 3ª pessoa, dou a Ela o crédito devido em tudo! Na parceria, no encontro e na companheira achada. Quero também citar o outro lado da moeda! E digo: obrigado por ele também! Nem tudo são rosas, já dizia o apaixonado e vivedor... Mas existem momentos difíceis. A distância em algumas horas que condiciona muitas coisas nossas; a não presença presente de presenciar muitas coisas ao meu lado e ao seu lado; o tempo que de forma muito cruel mastiga nossos sentimentos; sem grana, fazer o quê?; a impossibilidade de ainda não poder encontrá-la no fim do dia e dizer coisas a ela sobre esse referido dia, que se fez diferente por ter ela nele e ele ser parte dela; (  ) sabe aquela coisa de você poder demonstrar tudo que sente EXATAMENTE naquela hora?? Sinto falta disso... Enfim, são faltas que com a 3ª pessoa luto pra lidar minuto a minuto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mas assim, quando nos propomos a viver essa união de diferentes pensamos nisso, mas sei que não em tudo isso, pois sabemos que tudo muda a todo minuto, mas as coisas sólidas não se perdem no ar, mas se afundam em si mesmas. Assim, sonhamos sempre em nossa vida... Funda e sólida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ontem conversamos sobre algumas coisas. Relatamos que o que sentimos mudou! Isso, pra frente! Sentimos sim todo o desejo inicial, mas a questão agora não centra diretamente nesses primeiros momentos de descoberta, mas em solidificar as coisas. Não despreso tudo que já se viveu, mas outro momento já vamos passando e passando e passando... Sempre as coisas mudam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Uma coisa não quero que mude: AMÁ-LA! De diversas formas, de diversos geitos, de diversas maneiras... Expressa em forma de uma ligação até a mais anormal forma de amar, cuidar e querer. Ela é parceira, e quero ser lapidado para lapidála mais e mais. Dessa maneira, viveremos plenitude de tantos sentimentos que foram relativisados com o tempo, e aproveitaremos muito mais além do que se possa imaginar sobre o que é TER OUTRO ALGUÉM EM SI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;TE AMO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Vocês dois! Me realizam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597513355227058695-8412227387972621435?l=sauloungido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/feeds/8412227387972621435/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1597513355227058695&amp;postID=8412227387972621435' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/8412227387972621435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/8412227387972621435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/2008/07/realidade-de-dentro.html' title='Realidade de dentro'/><author><name>Saulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970831515739332418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597513355227058695.post-4486907112009578333</id><published>2008-06-10T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:23:21.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>força que se precisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;'e lá vem ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;se diz "pata", ma nem sei.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Deixa de versos, pois papo é sério.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Muitas pessoas andam em busca de um amor, de um outro alguém, de sua vida perdida dentro de um coração por ai... Nem sei. Não digo isso por ter alguém do meu lado ou ao menos perceber que existem tantos outros por ai precisando dessa extensão. Como rimava o belo poeta dos tempos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;criaçionais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; - Homem / Mulher - '...não encontrava em nenhum animal algo que próximo de mim fosse... nem no boi ou no elefante... me percebi como diferente desses animais mesmo aqui no Éden. Mas hoje tenho ela(e) por presente do dono da vida! Obrigado...' Esse foi um relato emocionado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Mas fico aqui com os meu botões a pensar: alguém que se parece? O que mais se quer hoje não é um alguém, mas como esse ser se mostrará, com seus encantos e desejos. Despojado? Alterna? Sério? Ou que necessariamente seja médico? Religioso? Ou simplesmente homem...?? Homem?? Isso, no que diz respeito a ver a vida e o outro como extensão, e não como objeto de prazer ou curtição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Acho que o mesmo questionamento em perceber o primeiro homem / mulher continua até hoje, em perceber simplesmente alguém... Mas sabe qual é o problema?? Quem nem sabemos se esse alguém existe de verdade ou é apenas um objeto de desejos retraídos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Perceber o outro, eis a questão! Longe de padrões ou satisfações. Mas que apenas complete!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;É isso minha amiguinha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(SBC - Poeta do NE)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597513355227058695-4486907112009578333?l=sauloungido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/feeds/4486907112009578333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1597513355227058695&amp;postID=4486907112009578333' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/4486907112009578333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/4486907112009578333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/2008/06/fora-que-se-precisa.html' title='força que se precisa'/><author><name>Saulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970831515739332418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597513355227058695.post-8045617694869949644</id><published>2008-04-25T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T09:19:27.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Em todo lugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/SBIDT9dgXHI/AAAAAAAAACU/XMX3_OlGm9U/s1600-h/mulher_fumando.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/SBIDT9dgXHI/AAAAAAAAACU/XMX3_OlGm9U/s320/mulher_fumando.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193216961762319474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;E o caos está em tudo...&lt;br /&gt;No ônibus, na rua ou na Tv&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém diz e ningué, vê&lt;br /&gt;A real noção de saber o 'por quê'&lt;br /&gt;Que se faz, que se vive e que se quer aprender&lt;br /&gt;Como fruto dessa desenfreada forma de ser&lt;br /&gt;E assim que no Recife eu vim aprender&lt;br /&gt;Que para isso, isso sim, não tem lugar nem hora pra ser!&lt;br /&gt;                                            &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(SBC - Poeta do NE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;E ao pegar a condução&lt;br /&gt;Lá estavam eles&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter e nem pra quê&lt;br /&gt;Mas a um 'back' vou acender&lt;br /&gt;Sem respeitar ao espaço de ser&lt;br /&gt;Pois talvez nem isso saiba o que ser&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;Inconsciente popular??&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;                    Realmente tenho que aprender&lt;br /&gt;                    A verdadeira forma de ser&lt;br /&gt;                   Inconseqüente também?  Não sei&lt;br /&gt;                Mas ao menos a entender&lt;br /&gt;                    Essa desenfreada forma de ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597513355227058695-8045617694869949644?l=sauloungido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/feeds/8045617694869949644/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1597513355227058695&amp;postID=8045617694869949644' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/8045617694869949644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/8045617694869949644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/2008/04/em-todo-lugar.html' title='Em todo lugar'/><author><name>Saulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970831515739332418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/SBIDT9dgXHI/AAAAAAAAACU/XMX3_OlGm9U/s72-c/mulher_fumando.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597513355227058695.post-6221850380410170333</id><published>2007-11-08T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T10:15:07.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A volta</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De barcos distantes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Longe dos sonhos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas hoje perto do céu!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não, o céu é aqui! nEle, e com ela&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Expressão disso tudo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Essa volta terá esse teor!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597513355227058695-6221850380410170333?l=sauloungido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/feeds/6221850380410170333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1597513355227058695&amp;postID=6221850380410170333' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/6221850380410170333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/6221850380410170333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/2007/11/volta.html' title='A volta'/><author><name>Saulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970831515739332418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597513355227058695.post-8280043685617839818</id><published>2007-09-03T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T04:27:18.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talvez nossos rios remem para vários lados</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOssos encontros e desencontros&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Propiciaram ciosas diferentes&lt;br /&gt;Em que pudemos viver coisas fortes e verdadeiras&lt;br /&gt;Fruto dos nossos rios diferentes&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Soube de você, com seu rio enveredando para um canal&lt;br /&gt;Diferente do canal chamado meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Em que via ao longe que esse trecho não &lt;em&gt;te faz(ia) bem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com uma esperança latente me movendo ao teu encontro&lt;br /&gt;Que espera ao longe ver os nossos rios remando para um mesmo lugar&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas você derramou aos montes&lt;br /&gt;Por causa de um caminho que &lt;em&gt;quer(ia) te levar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para remar em aguás que avisam ser turbulentas&lt;br /&gt;Só por nada de calmaria existir lá&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mas essas mesmas lágrimas que muitas foram derramadas&lt;br /&gt;Pude como em um previlégio enxugar...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;O lenço usado se chama carinho&lt;br /&gt;O papel umido usado no seu olhar se chama atenção&lt;br /&gt;E toda a valorização do ser e da alma, isso se chama consolo&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Essas são as minhas mãos, as minhas forças, as minhas vontades&lt;br /&gt;So para tentar com uma expressão natural minha&lt;br /&gt;Tentar que esses rios que remam para distante um do outro&lt;br /&gt;Se encontrem em um desague lindo, chamado felicidade&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597513355227058695-8280043685617839818?l=sauloungido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/feeds/8280043685617839818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597513355227058695.post-6696918200121143342</id><published>2007-08-16T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T15:49:43.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exemplo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;        &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Em 16 de agosto de 2007 passa mal o grande lutador da vida e da justiça...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597513355227058695-6696918200121143342?l=sauloungido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/feeds/6696918200121143342/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1597513355227058695&amp;postID=6696918200121143342' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/6696918200121143342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/6696918200121143342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/2007/08/exemplo.html' title='Exemplo'/><author><name>Saulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970831515739332418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597513355227058695.post-3817642521378417197</id><published>2007-08-10T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T18:07:37.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Determinação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/Rr0JwJCX1FI/AAAAAAAAACM/fljoi-obIkk/s1600-h/PICT0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097241075917509714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/Rr0JwJCX1FI/AAAAAAAAACM/fljoi-obIkk/s320/PICT0262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;As &lt;/strong&gt;expressões da vida refletem muitas coisas, que nos leval a questionamentos e reflexões, nosjogando sempre a viver mais e mais. "n" fatores nos tiram do eixo, mas existem outros "n²" que nos direcionam a centralidade da vida.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OportUNIdadES &lt;/strong&gt;dadas por viver nos movem em direção a vários lugares, como por exemplo o dinheiro. Mas ao mesmo tempo que esse facilitador nos acomete, lembramos o quanto temos a fazer e reverter ao outro. Lembramos de coisas que precisamos de forma báscica, como o vestir e comer... A outra via que nos leva é a ajustar dívidas antigas e alcançarmos plenitude de mantimento.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da &lt;/strong&gt;mesma forma que alguém olha em direção ao mar azul, com beleza singular, são os direionamentos que a vida nos da, ao ponto de sermos mais felizes!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VidA &lt;/strong&gt;determinada quero, para poder ser mais feliz!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(...)as palavras não conseguem expressar, o que no meu coração passa agora, com as dificuldades me empurrando, e ao mesmo tempo me jogando para a vida! Assim se vive! Não se entregando, mas entendo que tudo que sou expressa o que já passei e onde poderei chegar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597513355227058695-3817642521378417197?l=sauloungido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/feeds/3817642521378417197/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1597513355227058695&amp;postID=3817642521378417197' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/3817642521378417197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/3817642521378417197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/2007/08/determinao.html' title='Determinação'/><author><name>Saulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970831515739332418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/Rr0JwJCX1FI/AAAAAAAAACM/fljoi-obIkk/s72-c/PICT0262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597513355227058695.post-3796824094581649853</id><published>2007-08-07T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T10:34:54.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Com as mãos no mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/Rrisv5CX1EI/AAAAAAAAACE/ktEPFEGfv6I/s1600-h/ATgAAACuxsd3a7vfsv9EfhYDG8PjJ31xLDPT6EeQ4GBg5PFE-oUfn0lJJiinIYiAToN65EiDYoN0mECA0ADaGUMXy9JBAJtU9VC_Ezu7Qr1aPR-3JXIhBRH5nVGgcg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096012917134316610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/Rrisv5CX1EI/AAAAAAAAACE/ktEPFEGfv6I/s320/ATgAAACuxsd3a7vfsv9EfhYDG8PjJ31xLDPT6EeQ4GBg5PFE-oUfn0lJJiinIYiAToN65EiDYoN0mECA0ADaGUMXy9JBAJtU9VC_Ezu7Qr1aPR-3JXIhBRH5nVGgcg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;...e com as coisas e a cabeça na vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;podemos ter muitas coisas ao nosso alcançe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como quem sabe o mundo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;como garante o Criador, que nos daria como herança...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Morro do Pai Inácio - BA, palco de muitas emoções e expressões&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do Criador em sua criação&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beleza rara e incomparável&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;De uma maneira unica e pessoal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597513355227058695-3796824094581649853?l=sauloungido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/feeds/3796824094581649853/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1597513355227058695&amp;postID=3796824094581649853' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/3796824094581649853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/3796824094581649853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/2007/08/com-as-mos-no-mundo.html' title='Com as mãos no mundo'/><author><name>Saulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970831515739332418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/Rrisv5CX1EI/AAAAAAAAACE/ktEPFEGfv6I/s72-c/ATgAAACuxsd3a7vfsv9EfhYDG8PjJ31xLDPT6EeQ4GBg5PFE-oUfn0lJJiinIYiAToN65EiDYoN0mECA0ADaGUMXy9JBAJtU9VC_Ezu7Qr1aPR-3JXIhBRH5nVGgcg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597513355227058695.post-212972577504762866</id><published>2007-07-01T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T08:47:18.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congresso Estudantil Alfa e Ômega 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/RofJcc3kOBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/hRnuIZeNe48/s1600-h/A+e+O+Recife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082252195133667346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/RofJcc3kOBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/hRnuIZeNe48/s320/A+e+O+Recife.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anualmente a CEPC(Cruaza Estudantil e Profissional para cristo) patrocina o Congresso Nacional de estudantes. A estratégia é manter conexão com os diversos movimentos em diversos CAMPUS no Brasil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aconteceram simultaneamente em Fortaleza-CE e Rio de Janeiro-RJ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em Frotaleza, de 07 a 10 de Junho,  foram aproximadamente 250 participantes. Foram dias regozijantes com treinamento, conversa e relacionamento com várias pessoas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E nos(foto), movimento Recife estamos nessa empreitada também, pelo cumprimento da Grande Comissão em nossa Geração!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agradeço por todos os nossos mantenedores, que de coração investiram em cada um para possibilitar ir ao congresso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peça em Deus pelas nossas atuações no Campus UFPE, em que muitas pessoas tem visto o amor e a Graça de Deus sobre o Mundo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597513355227058695-212972577504762866?l=sauloungido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/feeds/212972577504762866/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1597513355227058695&amp;postID=212972577504762866' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/212972577504762866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/212972577504762866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/2007/07/congresso-estudantil-alfa-e-mega-2007.html' title='Congresso Estudantil Alfa e Ômega 2007'/><author><name>Saulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970831515739332418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/RofJcc3kOBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/hRnuIZeNe48/s72-c/A+e+O+Recife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597513355227058695.post-738586686428022498</id><published>2007-06-17T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T18:42:56.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teoria das cores</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'é que eu entendo q qndo amamos alguém, essa pessoa leva as nossas cores com ela, e deixa suas cores com a gent tb...e quando essas cores se misturam a arte se completa'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pequeninademais.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Formiga Pequenina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597513355227058695-738586686428022498?l=sauloungido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/feeds/738586686428022498/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1597513355227058695&amp;postID=738586686428022498' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/738586686428022498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/738586686428022498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/2007/06/teoria-das-cores.html' title='Teoria das cores'/><author><name>Saulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970831515739332418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597513355227058695.post-2220181439367805694</id><published>2007-06-16T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T19:35:41.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TEoria DOBARquinhO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/RnSZ5cgxxHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/w2SQqHofiLE/s1600-h/VL37CAU2443LCAOB7TV4CA6GAM21CA14IDDZCAC2KB4JCAZUJQ62CAN9LLRYCA6RPV6SCA1O3RZYCAX8GVSTCAB6DI1DCAZ7L2HNCAS8S1QPCAIX3GP8CARAEJA2CA7ANM3RCAVCS8MNCAPTHTHL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076851892138656882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/RnSZ5cgxxHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/w2SQqHofiLE/s320/VL37CAU2443LCAOB7TV4CA6GAM21CA14IDDZCAC2KB4JCAZUJQ62CAN9LLRYCA6RPV6SCA1O3RZYCAX8GVSTCAB6DI1DCAZ7L2HNCAS8S1QPCAIX3GP8CARAEJA2CA7ANM3RCAVCS8MNCAPTHTHL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/RnSZSsgxxGI/AAAAAAAAABs/je4NtVPEbp4/s1600-h/YJ79CAQVT0W6CA0HHV0SCA897PMECAC94OUMCAUZAW0FCAV0ZKUICABV21N5CAYRIWL0CAQQF0DLCAZTNONBCA7JM4EZCATUXQPRCAPS1ZWXCAJO3JX2CAL10ML3CAYTKN9TCAWYE4AQCA8279AX.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E la esta o barquinho..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preso sobre o mangue, após dias de muita luta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu vou lá, para tentar mais uma vez empurrá-lo em direção ao mar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas simplesmente não consigo, por cada vez mais que empurro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na lama ele quer entrar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o que fazer? Se so de um lado se quer empurrar??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nada acontece com ele, e vejo o meu sonho, chamado velejar se afundar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas por fim uma força contraria a mim vem empurrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fazendo o meu grande sonho realizar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E assim velejar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Essa força chamada maré vai daqui e eu vou de lá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Levando o barquinho ao mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sonhos e vidas estam a realizar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coisas boas que nunca mais se assim possibilitaram sonhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sonhos, que se chamam velas, estendidas ao mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como pano branco sobre o campo com beleza a enfeitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo de belo e lindo q a vida a ofertar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o eterno prazer a realizar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De amar amar amar..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como um barquinho sou eu a te amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com a sua ajuda vou sempre estar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Junto ao seu peito &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para assim velejar veleja velejaR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(SBC - Poeta do NE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597513355227058695-2220181439367805694?l=sauloungido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/feeds/2220181439367805694/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1597513355227058695&amp;postID=2220181439367805694' 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-1597513355227058695.post-449332050432972331</id><published>2007-06-15T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T10:41:35.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Porta COração</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/RnLNrsgxxFI/AAAAAAAAABc/V6Zqqr2g6dI/s1600-h/PICT0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076345880566678610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/RnLNrsgxxFI/AAAAAAAAABc/V6Zqqr2g6dI/s320/PICT0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E la esta ele,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dependurado a espera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;De mais um coração para guardar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Junto ao meu q la dentro está&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ja tenho o meu também...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não são só as formiguinhas que tem direito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;De guardar o seu coração dos sobes e deces da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Longe de quem maltrata e destroi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O lugar de onde &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fluem os princípios da vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Lá, no lugar que guardei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Somente quem tiver a chave entrará&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;E poderá descobrir coisas simples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sem sofisticação e enfeites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mas que sonha e quer ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sempre quero ter bem guardado no Porta Coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tudo de importante na minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Para lá o CRIADOR poder sempre achar um coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Que quer mais e mais ser modificado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Para ser gente como gente tem que ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;E viver uma vida plena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mas perceba: o porta coração não é fechado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ele possui pequenos poros que se ligam ao meio exterior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Possibilitando ser adapitado e modificado sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Para quem entre veja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Que ele é diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mas real também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;La quero sempre quero deixar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tudo aquilo que sempre quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;E assim poder amam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;E sempre sempre ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(SBC - Poeta do NE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597513355227058695-449332050432972331?l=sauloungido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/feeds/449332050432972331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1597513355227058695&amp;postID=449332050432972331' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/449332050432972331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/449332050432972331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/2007/06/porta-corao.html' title='Porta COração'/><author><name>Saulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970831515739332418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/RnLNrsgxxFI/AAAAAAAAABc/V6Zqqr2g6dI/s72-c/PICT0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597513355227058695.post-1747035170885893586</id><published>2007-06-15T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T10:33:57.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhar sobre o 'Circo Mágico'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/RnLLt8gxxEI/AAAAAAAAABU/fTMC4NXuziU/s1600-h/PICT0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076343720198128706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/RnLLt8gxxEI/AAAAAAAAABU/fTMC4NXuziU/s320/PICT0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E sobre tela e tinta ele foi pintado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como expressão da beleza e diversão de viver expresso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nos pequenos traços entregue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para um alguém distante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Umas dez horas dali&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bem onde as alegrias continuam a brilhar e viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E onde o sorriso não pode deixar de expressar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Toda a arte de ser feliz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agradeço a uma formiguinha, que sobe e desçe de montanha russa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como quem abre e fecha uma porta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Trazendo sempre em palavras, gestos e ações coisas boas e brilhantes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não deixando nem se quer o circo chorar lagrimas de mentira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mostrando que tristesa deve sempre passar longe do picadeiro da vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Muito obrigado Pequena GRANDE Formiguinha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597513355227058695-1747035170885893586?l=sauloungido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/feeds/1747035170885893586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1597513355227058695&amp;postID=1747035170885893586' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/1747035170885893586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/1747035170885893586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/2007/06/olhar-sobre-o-circo-mgico.html' title='Olhar sobre o &apos;Circo Mágico&apos;'/><author><name>Saulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970831515739332418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/RnLLt8gxxEI/AAAAAAAAABU/fTMC4NXuziU/s72-c/PICT0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597513355227058695.post-5655109429791357170</id><published>2007-06-03T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T16:48:48.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tristesa no Picadeiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/RmNTKmX4JHI/AAAAAAAAABM/yvXMXUdDsFw/s1600-h/Palhaco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071989046913803378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="144" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/RmNTKmX4JHI/AAAAAAAAABM/yvXMXUdDsFw/s320/Palhaco.jpg" width="115" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas no espetáculo nem sempre se pode ser feliz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;muitas coisas acontecem no picadeiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deixando também o circo magico triste&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como se algo estivesse dando errado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas na verdade é pq quem tanto esperava q estivesse na plateia na esta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e tudo é feito com outra intensidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;qndo se ama, se gosta é assim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;os palhaços também choram&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nao so com agua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas com lágrimas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(SBC - Poeta do NE)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597513355227058695-5655109429791357170?l=sauloungido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/feeds/5655109429791357170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597513355227058695.post-4628417658117047741</id><published>2007-06-02T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T07:18:01.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- e no início do dia, isso que se pensa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"O ser que se esconde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Por debaixo dos olhares e das vistas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Longe das impressões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E por perto de tudo que é mais lindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como em um conto de mágicas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Onde tudo pode acontecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amar, viver, ser&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apenas o que se vive e se sente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para mais perto da felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perto de quem amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Com paixão e intensão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Refletindo tudo aquilo que sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Em atos de aventura, coragem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Isso é viver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Isso é ser!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(SBC - Poeta do NE)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597513355227058695-4628417658117047741?l=sauloungido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/feeds/4628417658117047741/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1597513355227058695&amp;postID=4628417658117047741' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/4628417658117047741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/4628417658117047741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/2007/06/e-no-incio-do-dia-isso-que-se-pensa.html' title='- e no início do dia, isso que se pensa'/><author><name>Saulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970831515739332418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597513355227058695.post-9090914474573586277</id><published>2007-05-18T10:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T08:46:51.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Momento de realização</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/Rk3mf2X4JGI/AAAAAAAAABE/Gur_ow21UeA/s1600-h/Imagem+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065958590707672162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/Rk3mf2X4JGI/AAAAAAAAABE/Gur_ow21UeA/s320/Imagem+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...e a um ano atrás as coisas aconteceram de fato...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como quem em um passe de magia estava eu, em uma jardineira indo para Jeri(CE)¹.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Edna² me apresentou aquela noite &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mostrando-me a noite como cartão postao de boas vindas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma lua³ de impressionar qualquer um e me dizendo: 'a vida nunca mais será a mesma após esses dias no meu paraíso, em que a magia de viver dita o tempo, o espaço e o ser'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas tudo parecia tão irreal que qualquer coisa que ali acontecesse passaria sim de um sonho, como deixou até hoje marcas na alma e no coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um frio sobremodo tomava conta da noite e passávamos por sobre as dunas como em um deserto, e a única companhia daquele lugar que se predispunha era a nova amiga LUA³.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o dia repentinamente chegou, dizendo: 'as coisas aqui funcionam assim... Nunca mais serás o mesmo!' Subtamente fui levado para a fraia da malhada... Não aguentei! Sentei sobre aquela encosta rochosa com formação de falésia também e fiquei ali horas... Pude ter a experiência das experiências... Ficar de frente comigo e questionar coisas sobre &lt;em&gt;Saulo &lt;/em&gt;e sobre os outros que o cercam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora só posso relatar quem sou e olhar para as fotos que os moradores¹²³ me deixaram tirar deles e do lugar... Um mar azum, vento sudeste gelado e sol a 90°! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PERFEIÇÃO!!! REALIZAÇÃO!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LEGENDA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;¹ JERICOACOARA É O LUGAR DA MAGIAS DO LITOARL OESTE DO CE. REZA A LENDA QUE SERES HUMANOS FORAM ABIDUSIDOS E TRANSFORMADOS EM GRÃOS DE AREIA OU ROCHAS DAS PRIAS, PARA PODEREM TER UM MÁXIMA INTERAÇÃO ETERNA COM O LUGAR MAGIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;² EDNA É UMA PROTETORA DA ENTRDA. ELA SEMPRE POSSIBILITA DESCANÇO PARA OS VIAJANTES QUE ESTAM ALI. POSSUI UMA POUSADA EM QUE O ESPAÇO FÍSICO POSSIBILITA UM TIPO DE RECARGA DA ALMA ESPECIAL. LÁ EXISTE TAMBÉM UM JARDIM DE AROMAS PERFEITOS QUE SEMPRE ENTRAM PELOS QUARTOS COM PERFUME E FRESCOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;³ A LUA É O PANO DE FUNDO E INTERAÇÃO DO LUGAR. SEMPRE ESTA LÁ PARA POSSIBILITAR UMA VISUALIZAÇÃO DA PAISAGEM E LEVAR CADA UMA AOS POÇOS ENCANTADOS. QUANDO ELA APARECE POR COMPLETO, ENCAMINHA OS TRIPULANTES DESSA VIAJEM AOS ENCONTROS A BEIRA MAR. SKY É UM PONTO MAIS INSDICADO POR ESTA LUA E O CASTELO TAMBÉM, QUE MÚSICA REJUVENECEDORA É TOCADA POR MÚSICOS MÍSTICOS .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597513355227058695-9090914474573586277?l=sauloungido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/feeds/9090914474573586277/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1597513355227058695&amp;postID=9090914474573586277' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/9090914474573586277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/9090914474573586277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/2007/05/momento-de-realizao.html' title='Momento de realização'/><author><name>Saulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970831515739332418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/Rk3mf2X4JGI/AAAAAAAAABE/Gur_ow21UeA/s72-c/Imagem+067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597513355227058695.post-4444412622585735628</id><published>2007-05-08T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T15:57:41.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Menino Rei, e que rei sou EU?!??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/RkD-tFl8mXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9oeX5HrKv4c/s1600-h/Menino+rei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/RkD-tFl8mXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9oeX5HrKv4c/s200/Menino+rei.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062326031713343858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Menino Rei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Que contra "os Home" de preto nao se rende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;E que o caverão nao tem força nem voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;E o que diz  é a força e raça do povo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Expresso nas atitudes e vontades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Como de um menino rei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sutilmente não sabe  o  que faz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Terá prejuízo esse menino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Tentando salvar os seus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Daqueles que deveriam proteger e não atacar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;As forças e vertentes do povo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Para os afastar de seus reais objetivos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Objetivos esses... Apenas sobreviver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Contra o  caos instalado em todos os lugares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;De balas e  tiros perdidos  a nois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Muitos acertados se nem ser alcançados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Vítimas de um coplexo prisional &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Chamado Violência!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Onde,  será  eu, que irei passar os  dias que faltam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Até a DITA bala me acertar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;POde ser que essa seja a última postagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Que lá fora a arma está engatilhada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;E o que foge dos de preto vai atirar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;E a quem vai acertar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;A um simples lutador e que não se cala &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;E sempre denuncia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;As armas da sociedade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(SBS...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597513355227058695-4444412622585735628?l=sauloungido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/feeds/4444412622585735628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1597513355227058695&amp;postID=4444412622585735628' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/4444412622585735628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/4444412622585735628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/2007/05/menino-rei-e-que-rei-sou-eu.html' title='Menino Rei, e que rei sou EU?!??'/><author><name>Saulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970831515739332418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/RkD-tFl8mXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9oeX5HrKv4c/s72-c/Menino+rei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597513355227058695.post-5956334353765075313</id><published>2007-04-28T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T17:17:02.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/RjPiell8mWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2hQ_LYfDIHI/s1600-h/peixes_desenho_infantil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/RjPiell8mWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2hQ_LYfDIHI/s200/peixes_desenho_infantil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058635821582424418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;'e como peixes vão&lt;br /&gt;em busca de novos rumos e  direção&lt;br /&gt;Meio sem noção&lt;br /&gt;Por não ter a mínima  intensão&lt;br /&gt;De ser mais um barcão&lt;br /&gt;Mas de apenas navegar em mares maiores&lt;br /&gt;Que possam  refrescar e  refletir seus amores,&lt;br /&gt;sonhos e desejos&lt;br /&gt;Em nova  direção...&lt;br /&gt;Aí vão os ditos sem noção'&lt;br /&gt;                                (SBC - Poeta do NE)&lt;br /&gt;       - Como fazer para chegar lá? - perguntou ele apavorado,&lt;br /&gt;       - Há, lá? Basta querer nadar!&lt;br /&gt;       - Mas como nadar? Se nem mar tem?&lt;br /&gt;       - Me caro iniciante, no mar dos sonhos, pois lá residem todos&lt;br /&gt;       os desejos e vontades...&lt;br /&gt;       - Mas isso não é complicado?&lt;br /&gt;       - Complicado é, mas possível também, principalmente para pessoas&lt;br /&gt;       que não querem mais o que vivem e entendem onde estão as suas realizações!                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597513355227058695-5956334353765075313?l=sauloungido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/feeds/5956334353765075313/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1597513355227058695&amp;postID=5956334353765075313' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/5956334353765075313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/5956334353765075313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/2007/04/e-como-peixes-vo-em-busca-de-novos.html' title=''/><author><name>Saulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970831515739332418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/RjPiell8mWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2hQ_LYfDIHI/s72-c/peixes_desenho_infantil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597513355227058695.post-3490050258333716608</id><published>2007-04-28T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T13:30:28.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/RjOuBFl8mVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9IOln3yypBI/s1600-h/foto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/RjOuBFl8mVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9IOln3yypBI/s200/foto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058578140171639122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;é para  falar algo???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597513355227058695-3490050258333716608?l=sauloungido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/feeds/3490050258333716608/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1597513355227058695&amp;postID=3490050258333716608' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/3490050258333716608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/3490050258333716608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/2007/04/para-falar-algo.html' title=''/><author><name>Saulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970831515739332418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/RjOuBFl8mVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9IOln3yypBI/s72-c/foto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597513355227058695.post-6732405000119279470</id><published>2007-04-27T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T13:42:10.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundo Chip Caus NOVO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;  E deu a louca no mundo? Responda se for possível:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/RjJcwVl8mUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5dYj4Mlsi-g/s1600-h/logosemana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058207316990269762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/RjJcwVl8mUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5dYj4Mlsi-g/s200/logosemana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;  1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;O Efeito Estufa é uma mera informação que serve para espantar a população em GERAL e para que as grande empresas possam ganhar mais com os produtos "anti-efeito estufa" ou na verdade não passa de uma lenda isso tudo, uma vez que o efeito é causado por um complicador natural, que mais cedo ou mais tarde aconteceria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Como entender as atitudes governamentais que buscam a redução da maior idade para 16 anos, no meio do caus instalado pelo descontrole dado pela violência, transferindo a responsabilidade social de base para o Judiciário? Atitudes como essa resolvem ou banalizam o que se tem como diretriz de ação governamental?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. E ja que falamos de violência... Mais uma estudante foi morta pelas balas perdidas da vida! E quando será a minha vez??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A única coisa que sabemos é que caminhar para o caus do mundo novo é que todos sabemos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/1597513355227058695-6732405000119279470?l=sauloungido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/feeds/6732405000119279470/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1597513355227058695&amp;postID=6732405000119279470' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/6732405000119279470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/6732405000119279470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/2007/04/mundo-chip-caus-novo.html' title='Mundo Chip Caus NOVO'/><author><name>Saulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970831515739332418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/RjJcwVl8mUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5dYj4Mlsi-g/s72-c/logosemana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597513355227058695.post-5371633626593872519</id><published>2007-04-27T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T13:24:33.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/RjJbZVl8mTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nj1uKNtVX50/s1600-h/PICT0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058205822341650738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/RjJbZVl8mTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nj1uKNtVX50/s320/PICT0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E a bela que sempre ficará bela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; Esta distante agora de quem sempre a espera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; Com seus casarões e azulejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; Coisas lindas de revê-los.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; Saudades Ilha Bela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; São Luís, MA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(SBC - Poeta do NE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597513355227058695-5371633626593872519?l=sauloungido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/feeds/5371633626593872519/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1597513355227058695&amp;postID=5371633626593872519' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/5371633626593872519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597513355227058695/posts/default/5371633626593872519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauloungido.blogspot.com/2007/04/saudades-da-vida.html' title='Saudades da vida'/><author><name>Saulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970831515739332418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tRDdq7bxuDg/RjJbZVl8mTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nj1uKNtVX50/s72-c/PICT0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
