<?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-789529370459011539</id><updated>2011-09-11T06:37:03.246-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Joice Stefani</title><subtitle type='html'>"Um pouquinho do muito que passa pela minha cabeça"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joicestefani.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789529370459011539/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joicestefani.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joice Stêfani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694276695956471229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUiPdanAbk/TPep3kZjLZI/AAAAAAAAANA/MIywuiniY3Y/S220/moi2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789529370459011539.post-8615161343054141870</id><published>2010-10-09T11:18:00.001-04:30</published><updated>2010-10-09T11:18:45.438-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Pode parecer cliché mas é verdade.</title><content type='html'>Outro dia enquanto voltava da faculdade me peguei observando as estrelas pela janela do ônibus. Na estrada escura, entre a cidade onde estudo e a cidade onde vivo, é possível notar como o céu do interior de Rondônia é estrelado e bonito. Mas o que me surpreendeu mesmo foi o fato de eu raramente fazer isto, simplesmente parar e observar as estrelas, o dia é sempre tão corrido, trabalho, casa, faculdade, são tantas coisas que, sinceramente, quando entro no ônibus o que eu quero mesmo é dormir. Nesta noite eu quis conversar com Deus, agradecer. Enquanto conversava com Ele, eu observava a estrada e o céu, e então, notei as estrelas. Lembro-me que quando era criança minha mãe dizia que se fizéssemos um pedido à primeira estrela da noite o pedido seria atendido, e eu ficava todas as tardes na janela de casa, daquela cidadezinha do interior de Minas, esperando surgir a primeira estrela, e quando a via eu repetia a frase que minha mãe ensinou “primeira estrela que eu vejo, realize o meu desejo” e então eu fazia sempre o mesmo pedido, não vou contar o que é, pois ainda não foi atendido, e a esperança é a última que morre.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Independente da eficácia das estrelas. O que eu quero dizer é que vivemos tão ocupados que não temos tempo para apreciar as coisas simples da vida, vivemos tomados pelo desejo de ter cada vez mais, de ser cada vez melhor, e nos esquecemos que pequenas coisas, como observar as estrelas e conversar com Deus, podem fazer toda a diferença. Em um dia onde tudo parece ter dado errado ao observar as estrelas você percebe que no final tudo vai dar certo, assim como na escuridão da noite surgem as estrelas, nos seus dias mais sombrios surgirão fachos de esperança. É preciso dedicar um pouco de tempo para apreciar as coisas mais simples, e perceber que por mais difícil que seja a vida, há pequenas coisas que trazem enorme contentamento. No meu caso, observar o meu cachorro ser um cachorro, sempre coloca um sorriso no meu rosto. Descubra qual é aquela coisinha boba que te faz sorrir e tente fazer aquilo todos os dias e você verá como aquele momentozinho de alegria faz toda diferença no final do dia. 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUiPdanAbk/TAEpz2xzl-I/AAAAAAAAAJw/6TL8WV0bFvM/s1600/espelho_imagem_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUiPdanAbk/TAEpz2xzl-I/AAAAAAAAAJw/6TL8WV0bFvM/s200/espelho_imagem_01.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sinto falta do seu sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;Do brilho em seus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Da alegria contagiante,&lt;br /&gt;Das&amp;nbsp;maçãs coradas,&lt;br /&gt;Da dedicação desarmada,&lt;br /&gt;Da fome de viver.&lt;br /&gt;Refletido no espelho,&lt;br /&gt;O que eu vejo é saudade,&lt;br /&gt;Saudade do que eu era antes de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joice Stêfani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789529370459011539-5383164169653862110?l=joicestefani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Eu te amo porque te amo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Não precisas ser amante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;e nem sempre sabes sê-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Eu te amo porque te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Amor é estado de graça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;e com amor não se paga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Amor é dado de graça,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;é semeado no vento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;na cachoeira, no eclipse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Amor foge a dicionários&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;e a regulamentos vários.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Eu te amo porque não amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;bastante ou demais a mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Porque amor não se troca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;não se conjuga nem se ama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Porque amor é amor a nada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;feliz e forte em si mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Amor é primo da morte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;e da morte vencedor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;por mais que o matem (e matam)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;a cada instante de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/em&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/789529370459011539-3590034421445188966?l=joicestefani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joicestefani.blogspot.com/feeds/3590034421445188966/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUiPdanAbk/TPep3kZjLZI/AAAAAAAAANA/MIywuiniY3Y/S220/moi2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789529370459011539.post-5268595418485249464</id><published>2010-03-09T11:12:00.005-04:30</published><updated>2010-08-06T08:36:06.157-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Mania de mudar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #330033; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Muda de ideia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330033; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Muda de mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Muda de lado,&lt;br /&gt;Muda de rumo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muda o lugar,&lt;br /&gt;Muda a cor,&lt;br /&gt;Muda a língua,&lt;br /&gt;Muda o sabor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muda a vontade,&lt;br /&gt;Muda o medo.&lt;br /&gt;E se muda a pessoa,&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Muda o beijo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muda a roupa,&lt;br /&gt;Muda o cabelo,&lt;br /&gt;Muda o perfume,&lt;br /&gt;Só não muda o desejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muda o amor,&lt;br /&gt;Muda o tempero,&lt;br /&gt;Muda noite e o dia,&lt;br /&gt;E mudam as manias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330033; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mudar faz bem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330033; font-family: verdana;"&gt;E a mudança é egoísta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330033; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Se for para agradar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330033; font-family: verdana;"&gt;É melhor nem mudar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudar é imprescindível&lt;br /&gt;Mas tem coisa que continua&lt;br /&gt;Sua essência é você&lt;br /&gt;E isto é o que não muda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330033; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Joice Stêfani&lt;/span&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/789529370459011539-5268595418485249464?l=joicestefani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joicestefani.blogspot.com/feeds/5268595418485249464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789529370459011539&amp;postID=5268595418485249464' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789529370459011539/posts/default/5268595418485249464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789529370459011539/posts/default/5268595418485249464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joicestefani.blogspot.com/2010/03/mania-de-mudar-muda-de-idea-muda-de.html' title='Mania de mudar'/><author><name>Joice Stêfani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694276695956471229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUiPdanAbk/TPep3kZjLZI/AAAAAAAAANA/MIywuiniY3Y/S220/moi2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789529370459011539.post-4519546919473385349</id><published>2010-02-26T11:21:00.001-04:30</published><updated>2010-05-03T15:58:42.564-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Caminhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUiPdanAbk/S4fvKOYOgdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/iX-Tb4yvtMg/s1600-h/caminho.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: #663366;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442581633637974482" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUiPdanAbk/S4fvKOYOgdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/iX-Tb4yvtMg/s200/caminho.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 150px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663366; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;Eram vários caminhos diferentes, um ao lado do outro. Não se sabia o destino de nenhum deles. Inicialmente eram caminhos iguais, começavam em um túnel de onde só se via luz, mas não o caminho. Não lhe foi dada a opção de escolher por qual caminho seguir, mas ela sabia que precisava caminhar. Os primeiros passos foram os mais fáceis sempre guiados por uma presença que lhe ensinava como seguir, como se levantar quando caía, que lhe corrigia quando ela teimava em não querer caminhar, que lhe contava histórias do mundo que a esperava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ainda não havia caminhado muito e com certeza nem sempre sozinha, seu caminho cruzou vários caminhos, e ela caminhou com grandes amizades e com grandes amores, até que um dia os caminhos voltaram a se separar e cada um seguiu o seu, da sua estrada ela ainda vê os amigos em suas caminhadas e acena de tempo em tempo, para que eles saibam que mesmo caminhando sozinhos, ainda andam juntos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;No caminho havia buracos e subidas e decidas e curvas sinuosas, e quando chovia, às vezes tinha lama. Mas a paisagens era linda, e os pássaros cantavam e havia fontes de águas claras para se refrescar quando o cansaço ameaçava derruba-la, havia também o tronco forte das árvores ao longo do caminho, onde ela podia se encostar e descansar para seguir em frente quando pensava não poder mais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Do seu caminho ela via a caminhada de outras pessoas, e o caminho de alguns parecia tão mais fácil, cheio de regalias e vantagens, mas ela podia notar que o céu deles era cinza e não haviam pássaros ou árvores. Outros caminhavam por caminhos ainda mais difíceis que o dela, mas sempre com um sorriso no rosto e com a esperança de que o asfalto vai chegar. Outros haviam desistido de caminhar e simplesmente deixaram de existir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Um dia logo após uma grande descida cruzou o caminho de um rapaz que agora lhe faz companhia, e eles caminham juntos, com a esperança de que seus caminhos não se separassem mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ao longo de sua caminhada nem tão longa assim, ela aprendeu e sofreu muito, mas sorriu mais ainda. E com a esperança de um longo caminho pela frente, certamente com muitas montanhas para subir, pontes a atravessar e também belas paisagens, ela ainda não sabe para onde caminha, mas já aprendeu que o que importa na verdade não é o destino, e sim os caminhos por onde andou, as pessoas que conheceu e tudo o que aprendeu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Joice Stêfani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-style: italic;"&gt;P.s.: Eu sei, isto não é Literatura, nem foi esta minha pretensão são apenas algumas idéias transformadas em escrita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&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/789529370459011539-4519546919473385349?l=joicestefani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joicestefani.blogspot.com/feeds/4519546919473385349/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789529370459011539&amp;postID=4519546919473385349' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789529370459011539/posts/default/4519546919473385349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789529370459011539/posts/default/4519546919473385349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joicestefani.blogspot.com/2010/02/caminhar.html' title='Caminhar'/><author><name>Joice Stêfani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694276695956471229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUiPdanAbk/TPep3kZjLZI/AAAAAAAAANA/MIywuiniY3Y/S220/moi2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUiPdanAbk/S4fvKOYOgdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/iX-Tb4yvtMg/s72-c/caminho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789529370459011539.post-1550290149589082473</id><published>2008-10-16T18:24:00.000-04:30</published><updated>2008-10-18T13:34:29.666-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Eu quero menos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Menos preocupação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Menos formalidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Menos nuvens no céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Menos roupa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Menos encanação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Menos se levar a sério demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Menos escritório. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Menos cara feia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Menos despertador do lado da cama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Menos falta de tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Menos resolver tudo por email.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Menos chapinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Menos distância.&lt;br /&gt;Menos complicação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ah, eu quero menos pra mim...e quer saber? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu desejo o mesmo pra você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ví este texto em um orkut por aí...e hoje estou assim,querendo menos!!&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/789529370459011539-1550290149589082473?l=joicestefani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joicestefani.blogspot.com/feeds/1550290149589082473/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789529370459011539&amp;postID=1550290149589082473' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789529370459011539/posts/default/1550290149589082473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789529370459011539/posts/default/1550290149589082473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joicestefani.blogspot.com/2008/10/eu-quero-menos.html' title='Eu quero menos...'/><author><name>Joice Stêfani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694276695956471229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUiPdanAbk/TPep3kZjLZI/AAAAAAAAANA/MIywuiniY3Y/S220/moi2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789529370459011539.post-1732375321669598302</id><published>2008-10-14T13:55:00.000-04:30</published><updated>2010-03-05T15:00:20.983-04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Saudade...sempre gostei desta palavra, para é mim uma das mais bonitas de nossa língua, é uma palavra que soa bem, que agrada aos ouvidos.Mas o que é a saudade? Muitos dizem que a saudade é uma coisa triste; eu não concordo, saudade é uma coisa boa, por que ninguém sente saudade do que foi ruim, a saudade é uma lembrança agradável de pessoas, momentos, lugares, sabores,e até sentimentos,sim, sentimentos, às vezes sentimos saudade de quando amávamos alguém, ou de quando não nos apegávamos a ninguém, saudade de estar apaixonada, saudade de sentir feliz. Saudade dói sim, mas nos faz ver como certas pessoas são importantes, como certos lugares fazem parte de quem somos hoje. Se não existisse saudade a vida seria um tanto quanto vazia, nós seríamos pessoas mais vazias, por que não sentiríamos falta do que em algum momento nos trouxe felicidade, por que não precisaríamos estar perto de pessoas essenciais em nossas vidas, por que com a saudade também aprendemos a ser forte.Então eu sinto saudade, e eu choro de saudade, não dizem que chorar faz bem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Mas isso já é outra história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Joice Stefani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUiPdanAbk/SPYLLPxW6kI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vOoP2GgajVQ/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUiPdanAbk/SPYLLPxW6kI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vOoP2GgajVQ/s320/family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257401902841653826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E é este o motivo da minha grande saudade: Família que eu amo mais que tudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789529370459011539-1732375321669598302?l=joicestefani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joicestefani.blogspot.com/feeds/1732375321669598302/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789529370459011539&amp;postID=1732375321669598302' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789529370459011539/posts/default/1732375321669598302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789529370459011539/posts/default/1732375321669598302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joicestefani.blogspot.com/2008/10/saudade.html' title=''/><author><name>Joice Stêfani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694276695956471229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUiPdanAbk/TPep3kZjLZI/AAAAAAAAANA/MIywuiniY3Y/S220/moi2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUiPdanAbk/SPYLLPxW6kI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vOoP2GgajVQ/s72-c/family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
