<?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-5004667518117184663</id><updated>2012-02-17T01:53:55.320-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mesmo Teto</title><subtitle type='html'>Pensamentos, visões e sentimentos que tenho sobre a vida.
Venha estar embaixo do mesmo teto. Tome um café, fique à vontade e tire suas impressões.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jô Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10883427488262139822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tuNfCoqaw4/TK4ImsvaapI/AAAAAAAAABg/7BLRtM7R0g4/S220/IMG_0087a.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004667518117184663.post-8362358981025392213</id><published>2011-10-06T18:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T18:44:03.562-03:00</updated><title type='text'>B, R, O - bro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O ano tem uma velocidade frenética e se não fizermos pausas, por pequenas que sejam, não conseguimos perceber coisas boas que ele nos traz. As coisas ruins, sim, sentimos todos os dias na pele e parece que vivemos para fugir delas o tempo todo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não pode ser assim. Nossa vida não deve ser pautada pelo ruim. É preciso valorizar o que é bom. E o que é bom nem sempre é espetacular, ao contrário, pode ser bem simples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Como perceber as coisas simples? Talvez, rejeitando a ideia de que devemos cuidar somente do que é urgente, afinal precisamos empenhar uma atenção ao que é importante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Eu me recuso, faço hora, vou na valsa... a vida é tão rara”&lt;i&gt;(Lenine)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;B, R, O – Bros são os meses finais do ano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Setembro já se foi. Outro “bro” ou Outubro chegou, nem disse a que veio e logo se despede também. Mais dois “bros” e fim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas, ok! Há duas maneiras de se olhar para o fim: Como FIM ou como a possibilidade de um recomeço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Para um novo começo não é necessário esperar o ponto final. Podemos decidir se o ponto será final, exclamativo, ou se continuaremos reticentes diante das interrogativas da vida. E muitas são as perguntas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que tal nos anteciparmos, fazendo nós mesmos as perguntas e tomando atitudes necessárias? Respondermos só se houver necessidade, senão, convivermos em paz com as “não respostas”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Seria preciso aguardar o fim do ano para fazer coisas que estão pendentes? Ou esperar para fazer mais uma daquelas listas de desejos e metas - algumas inatingíveis, para mais tarde nos frustrarmos? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Melhor seria começarmos - antes do fim - com simples gestos de carinho com quem amamos e, mesmo que sem tempo ou energia, ganhar algumas horas – porque amar nunca é perder tempo, e refazer as forças – porque o afeto traz ânimo novo a quem o dá e a quem o recebe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Correr tanto pra quê? O Tempo é agora! Esperar o máximo por quê? Se o suficiente é o bastante. É claro: sempre melhorar, mas isso pode não querer dizer ter algo mais e, sim, ser alguém melhor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sonhe, deseje, realize. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O sonho move a criatividade e nos dá esperança. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O desejo faz com que se queira continuar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;E o realizar faz com que se abra a possibilidade de ter novos sonhos, desejar coisas novas e realizar cada vez mais. E assim viver, aproveitando até os detalhes de cada dia. Que tal isso tudo a partir de já?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joel Cardoso&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004667518117184663-8362358981025392213?l=joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/feeds/8362358981025392213/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2011/10/b-r-o-bro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/8362358981025392213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/8362358981025392213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2011/10/b-r-o-bro.html' title='B, R, O - bro'/><author><name>Jô Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10883427488262139822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tuNfCoqaw4/TK4ImsvaapI/AAAAAAAAABg/7BLRtM7R0g4/S220/IMG_0087a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004667518117184663.post-8043911965733383454</id><published>2011-06-29T12:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T12:26:03.758-03:00</updated><title type='text'>29 de Junho do meu amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;Você nunca passou por essa data com tanto pra comemorar e festejar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;O sentido que a vida ganhou a partir do Pedro é indescritível! Experiência que redireciona caminhos e torna a vida melhor em profundidade. Tudo é mais lindo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;Vejo nos teus olhos o sentimento de plenitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;É isso que desejo pra você: -Seja plena, inteira e simplesmente continue caminhando, porque pra mim está claro que você é melhor a cada dia!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;Tim! Tim! Um brinde ao meu amor, que tem a capacidade de extrair coisas boas que eu nem sabia que tinha aqui!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;Minha reverência a esse amor!!! &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;"Como quem ouve uma sinfonia".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;B.Jô&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/5004667518117184663-8043911965733383454?l=joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/feeds/8043911965733383454/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2011/06/29-de-junho-do-meu-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/8043911965733383454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/8043911965733383454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2011/06/29-de-junho-do-meu-amor.html' title='29 de Junho do meu amor'/><author><name>Jô Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10883427488262139822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tuNfCoqaw4/TK4ImsvaapI/AAAAAAAAABg/7BLRtM7R0g4/S220/IMG_0087a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004667518117184663.post-3605433133356058516</id><published>2011-06-03T17:47:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T18:04:21.867-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O ciclo da vida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Quando eu era bebê meus pais decidiam e faziam tudo por mim e para mim. Me ensinaram a falar, andar, comer, ler, cantar, etc...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decidiam o que eu podia ou não fazer; que corte de cabelo eu teria; o que eu comeria; onde eu deveria ir.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pagaram as contas desde as minhas primeiras fraldas, até o uniforme do vôlei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adolescente e jovem, passei a ser parceiro nos compromissos da casa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cresci e a vida veio parar nas minhas mãos. É assim com todos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Casados, dividimos a responsabilidade de fazer as coisas acontecerem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melhor do que isso: tenho um filho e agora começo tudo outra vez... dessa vez, eu sou o pai e tenho essa responsabilidade e o enorme privilégio de ensinar (embora ainda, e sempre, esteja aprendendo) sobre a vida, os caminhos e descaminhos. Construindo trilhas, por vezes, junto com o meu filho, mas outras vezes, simplesmente apontando direções por princípios e valores e torcendo muito para que ele faça boas escolhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este é o ciclo da vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;jOeL CaRdOsO&lt;/i&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/5004667518117184663-3605433133356058516?l=joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/feeds/3605433133356058516/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-ciclo-da-vida.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/3605433133356058516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/3605433133356058516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-ciclo-da-vida.html' title='O ciclo da vida!'/><author><name>Jô Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10883427488262139822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tuNfCoqaw4/TK4ImsvaapI/AAAAAAAAABg/7BLRtM7R0g4/S220/IMG_0087a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004667518117184663.post-2020862621442734552</id><published>2010-12-30T02:41:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T02:50:05.639-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelar Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Quero dizer que a cada dia tenho experiências com Deus porque meu filho O revela. Quero revelar Deus ao Pedro também todos os dias da minha vida. Quero comunicar a vida de Deus para a Nivea em cada atitude ou diálogo travado, mesmo quando em discordância de pensamentos. O desafio não é com o diálogo propriamente dito, mas com a vida ou morte que minhas palavras carregam.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Deus revela-se nas relações.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: black; "&gt;Não há melhor forma de conhecermos Deus a não ser em gente. Por isso Cristo se fez gente e habitou entre nós. Ele é a exata expressão de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Cada sorriso do Pedro, cada chôro dele, cada momento vivido até aqui me fazem olhar para um outro céu, que não é distante e nem adiante, mas é agora e aqui. A morada eterna de Deus é no coração das pessoas. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Os valores eternos são para vivermos hoje. Reconhecendo o meu filho (ou qualquer ser humano) como habitação de Deus abro a possibilidade de ter uma vida mais respeitosa, desejosa de paz e em busca do amor que Cristo nos ensinou.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Revele Deus não por sermões ou palavras bem articuladas. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;As pessoas próximas devem perceber que Deus habita em você.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Seja simples e ame com atitudes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Não deseje que Deus seja gracioso para com as pessoas, seja você mesmo a manifestação da graça e do amor de Deus.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Busque parceiros de caminhada. Não podemos seguir sozinhos nunca. Somos seres que vivemos melhor coletivamente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Isto está quase virando uma lista de conselhos para o ano novo. Não é esta intenção. São somente reflexões que me desafiam e desejo o mesmo a todas as pessoas do BEM!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Joel Cardoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004667518117184663-2020862621442734552?l=joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/feeds/2020862621442734552/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2010/12/revelar-deus.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/2020862621442734552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/2020862621442734552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2010/12/revelar-deus.html' title='Revelar Deus'/><author><name>Jô Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10883427488262139822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tuNfCoqaw4/TK4ImsvaapI/AAAAAAAAABg/7BLRtM7R0g4/S220/IMG_0087a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004667518117184663.post-4249508574913368397</id><published>2010-12-30T02:16:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T02:23:11.243-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedro, uma bela experiência de vida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;O Pedro nasceu em 08 de Novembro de 2010.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Foi uma gravidez muito, mas muito tranquila. Sem enjôos, desejos esquisitos (sorte minha), ou qualquer tipo de complicação.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Nas duas últimas semanas da gravidez, bem na reta final, tivemos a notícia de que o líquido amniótico estava bem baixo. Conclusão: o parto normal tão desejado precisou se transformar em cesárea faltando menos de uma semana para o nascimento previsto.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Na hora do parto, tudo tranquilo, eu com uma máquina fotográfica, o bebê sendo retirado, sendo retirado e foi retirado, não me chamaram, correram com ele para outra sala, ele não chorou e ninguém dizia nada. A Nivea querendo uma resposta que eu, definitivamente, não tinha. Os médicos eram monossilábicos ou mudos a cada vez que perguntávamos. Clima muito tenso!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Dez minutos depois me chamam à sala do pediatra, que é ao lado. Cheguei e o bebê parecia reagir um pouco e quando ameaçou chorar, liguei a máquina no modo “filmar”, pois queria que a Nivea visse o Pedro chorando e que estava “tudo” bem, ao menos, aparentemente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;A situação era bem estranha, afinal todos esperam a cena clássica: o bebê é retirado, mostram para a mãe, mostram para o pai e o levam para fazer os testes de apgar, do pezinho... a cena clássica não aconteceu; simplesmente o embrulharam num pano e saíram.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;O Pedro foi para a UTI, onde passou a noite e, na manhã seguinte foi liberado. Algumas horas que pareciam demorar mais do que as 40 semanas na barriga da mãe.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Pegamos nosso filho e respiramos aliviados. A tensão foi bem grande.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Me lembrei do que disse Gabriel Garcia Marquez: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: black; "&gt;Aprendi que quando um recém nascido aperta com a sua pequena mão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: black; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: black; "&gt;pela primeira vez, o dedo do seu pai, agarrou-o para sempre&lt;/span&gt;”.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: black; "&gt; Quando percebi meu dedo em sua mão me vi prisioneiro desse amor! Sensação única!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Aos 6 dias de vida postei no Facebook: &lt;i&gt;“Olhando meu filho nesses 6 dias de vida eu entendo porque Deus me ama: por nada”&lt;/i&gt;. Debruçado sobre o berço, olhando para o Pedro todos os dias, o amor só aumenta. Imagino Deus assim com cada filho e filha!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Hoje estamos muito felizes com sua rápida recuperação, suas mamadas que quase não param, seus diferentes choros que aprendemos aos poucos o que cada um significa e, sua presença em casa nos traz a sensação de compleição. Faltava muito e não sabíamos o quanto!! Quem tem filhos sabe do que estou falando. Quem ainda não tem, tendo, vai saber.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;A minha vida não é mais a mesma e era mesmo pra ser assim... mudança radical!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Amo esta vida que está posta à minha frente e quero os desafios apresentados.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Joel Cardoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004667518117184663-4249508574913368397?l=joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/feeds/4249508574913368397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2010/12/pedro-uma-bela-experiencia-de-vida.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/4249508574913368397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/4249508574913368397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2010/12/pedro-uma-bela-experiencia-de-vida.html' title='Pedro, uma bela experiência de vida!'/><author><name>Jô Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10883427488262139822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tuNfCoqaw4/TK4ImsvaapI/AAAAAAAAABg/7BLRtM7R0g4/S220/IMG_0087a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004667518117184663.post-8298089440803468119</id><published>2010-12-17T19:15:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T19:27:44.884-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oi gente,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há muito tempo não tenho postado, mas em minha última publicação citei minha amiga Carol e gostaria de amplificar o som do protesto dela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minha indignação chega a dar um nó na garganta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por gentileza, visitem o blog da Carol (link abaixo) nos posts &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"minha revolta"&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"a história não pára por aí"&lt;/span&gt; -  leiam tudo e por amor, juntem-se nesta causa:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/9T1HQe" class="tweet-url web" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;http://bit.ly/9T1HQe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grande abraço,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Joel Cardoso&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004667518117184663-8298089440803468119?l=joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/feeds/8298089440803468119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2010/12/oi-gente-ha-muito-tempo-nao-tenho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/8298089440803468119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/8298089440803468119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2010/12/oi-gente-ha-muito-tempo-nao-tenho.html' title=''/><author><name>Jô Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10883427488262139822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tuNfCoqaw4/TK4ImsvaapI/AAAAAAAAABg/7BLRtM7R0g4/S220/IMG_0087a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004667518117184663.post-4316718150121501588</id><published>2010-09-24T17:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T18:01:26.978-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigado!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kalinga"&gt;Obrigado!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kalinga"&gt;É tão bom olhar para a minha história e perceber que as cores vivas têm mais efeito do que as pálidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kalinga"&gt;Cores vivas são pessoas. Cores pálidas são situações contrárias. Elas existem e, também fazem parte da arte de viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kalinga"&gt;Sendo músico aprendi que é preciso respeitar as pausas. Elas ajudam na composição de uma bela música. Se cantássemos sem as pausas certamente morreríamos sem fôlego - e a música não existe para matar; existe, sim, para nos ajudar a viver. Como é que tocaríamos sem essas pausas? Seria um som contínuo - e irritante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kalinga"&gt;Vocês, meus necessários amigos, me dão o colorido e a beleza musical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kalinga"&gt;Joel Cardoso&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004667518117184663-4316718150121501588?l=joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/feeds/4316718150121501588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2010/09/obrigado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/4316718150121501588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/4316718150121501588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2010/09/obrigado.html' title='Obrigado!!'/><author><name>Jô Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10883427488262139822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tuNfCoqaw4/TK4ImsvaapI/AAAAAAAAABg/7BLRtM7R0g4/S220/IMG_0087a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004667518117184663.post-8259374523380621931</id><published>2010-09-23T15:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T03:20:19.490-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Primavera 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91;mso-themecolor:accent1; mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Em 23 de Setembro de 2010 entramos em mais uma primavera.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91;mso-themecolor:accent1; mso-themeshade:191"&gt;É estranho... eu nunca parei para perceber essa passagem de estações, mas hoje me deparei com o pensamento voltado a este fato o dia inteiro. Me parece um convite à mudanças.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91;mso-themecolor:accent1; mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Hoje acordei mais apaixonado ainda pela minha esposa, que, além de ser uma mulher maravilhosa, ainda leva um filho nosso em sua barriga. Me sinto pleno ao seu lado!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91;mso-themecolor:accent1; mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Cantei a música do Tim Maia no chuveiro (“trago esta rosa para te dar...”). E quero mesmo estar junto daquela a quem escolhi para dividir minha vida, meus sonhos, meus medos, meus minutos de vida – cada um deles. Ela ama a vida e leva isso muito a sério.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91;mso-themecolor:accent1; mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Na mesa de almoço cheguei desejando aos meus colegas/amigos uma excelente primavera. Mas desejo mais: Desejo excelentes estações – todas elas!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91;mso-themecolor:accent1; mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Ao final desse período a flor se murchará. Que sua beleza permaneça!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91;mso-themecolor:accent1; mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Que o perfume mais desejado seja aquele exalado pelas atitudes éticas, amorosas, carinhosas e que as pessoas o percebam em nós.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91;mso-themecolor:accent1; mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Gosto de estar perto dos amigos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91;mso-themecolor:accent1; mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Sinto a distância de gente tão querida que depois de adolescência e juventude, a vida não nos permitiu continuarmos tão próximos... mas vocês estão sempre aqui – acreditem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91;mso-themecolor:accent1; mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Sou muito feliz por parentes e amigos que me deram a oportunidade de acreditar que vale a pena viver amando e recebendo amor. Isso me desafia a levar esse amor a quem não o conhece no seu dia a dia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91;mso-themecolor:accent1; mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Quando uma pessoa chega à minha amiga Carol Fomin (que se dedica à causa dos surdos e empunha a bandeira da acessibilidade) e diz que &lt;u&gt;nunca&lt;/u&gt; antes alguém havia sorrido para ela na vida, vejo que estou andando com pessoas das quais o mundo não é digno.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91;mso-themecolor:accent1; mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Quando me pego chorando ao escrever essas palavras, sei que ainda há uma esperança de que pessoas como eu, que passaram por adversidades, ainda possam sorrir e isso depende bastante de mim. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;“Depende de nós que o circo esteja armado; que o palhaço esteja engraçado...” Ivan Lins&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91;mso-themecolor:accent1; mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Quero continuar acreditando sempre em vocês, em mim e na vida. E que a vida não seja performance social, religiosa ou de qualquer tipo. Que seja verdade! &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;“Eu vejo a vida melhor no futuro e vejo isso por cima do muro de hipocrisia que insiste em nos rodear...” Lulu Santos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91;mso-themecolor:accent1; mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Quero seguir o exemplo da Carol, da minha irmã Nenê, de Gandhi, de Madre Teresa de Calcutá de amar e levar a paz. Não sei quem acredita mais ou acredita menos. Quem tem a melhor filosofia ou teologia, mas sei que fazem a vida ser mais bela. E me desafiam a ser uma pessoa melhor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91;mso-themecolor:accent1; mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Neste início de Primavera 2010 eu quero juntar a minha voz ao Gonzaguinha e a todos que queiram amar a vida. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;“Somos nós que fazemos a vida como der, ou puder ou quiser: sempre desejada...” “Eu fico com a pureza da resposta das crianças: É a vida. É bonita e é bonita!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91;mso-themecolor:accent1; mso-themeshade:191"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Joel Cardoso&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004667518117184663-8259374523380621931?l=joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/feeds/8259374523380621931/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2010/09/primavera-2010.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/8259374523380621931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/8259374523380621931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2010/09/primavera-2010.html' title='Primavera 2010'/><author><name>Jô Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10883427488262139822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tuNfCoqaw4/TK4ImsvaapI/AAAAAAAAABg/7BLRtM7R0g4/S220/IMG_0087a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004667518117184663.post-7215479163690461008</id><published>2010-07-28T15:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T15:04:03.183-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bons pensamentos!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#A00000; mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#E36C0A;mso-themecolor:accent6; mso-themeshade:191;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;Dizem que estas são frases de uma campanha publicitária:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;Gostei!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;Lembre-se de Viver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;mso-themecolor:text1"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Crie filhos em vez de herdeiros."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;"Dinheiro só chama dinheiro, não chama para um cineminha, nem para tomar um sorvete."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;"Não deixe que o trabalho sobre sua mesa tampe a vista da janela."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;"Não é justo fazer declarações anuais ao Fisco e nenhuma para quem você ama."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;"Para cada almoço de negócios, faça um jantar à luz de velas."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;"Por que as semanas demoram tanto e os anos passam tão rapidinho?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;"Quantas reuniões foram mesmo esta semana? Reúna os amigos."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;"Trabalhe, trabalhe, trabalhe. Mas não se esqueça, vírgulas significam pausas..." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:red"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:red; mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;"...e quem sabe assim você seja promovido a melhor (amigo/ pai/ mãe/ filho/ filha/ namorada/ namorado/ marido/ esposa/ irmão/ irmã... etc.) do mundo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#4141FF; mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#4141FF; mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;"Você pode dar uma festa sem dinheiro. Mas não sem amigos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004667518117184663-7215479163690461008?l=joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/feeds/7215479163690461008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2010/07/bons-pensamentos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/7215479163690461008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/7215479163690461008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2010/07/bons-pensamentos.html' title='Bons pensamentos!!'/><author><name>Jô Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10883427488262139822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tuNfCoqaw4/TK4ImsvaapI/AAAAAAAAABg/7BLRtM7R0g4/S220/IMG_0087a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004667518117184663.post-7960343215139361443</id><published>2010-06-10T13:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T14:04:41.831-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Convive com teus poemas, antes de escrevê-los</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#3D3E42;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(61, 62, 66); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;trecho de - "Procura da Poesia"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(61, 62, 66); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(61, 62, 66); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(61, 62, 66); "&gt;"...Penetra surdamente no reino das palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá estão os poemas que esperam ser escritos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estão paralisados, mas não há desespero,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;há calma e frescura na superfície intata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ei-los sós e mudos, em estado de dicionário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Convive com teus poemas, antes de escrevê-los.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem paciência se obscuros. Calma, se te provocam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espera que cada um se realize e consume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com seu poder de palavra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e seu poder de silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não forces o poema a desprender-se do limbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não colhas no chão o poema que se perdeu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não adules o poema. Aceita-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como ele aceitará sua forma definitiva e concentrada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no espaço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega mais perto e contempla as palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada uma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tem mil faces secretas sob a face neutra..."&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/5004667518117184663-7960343215139361443?l=joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/feeds/7960343215139361443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2010/06/convive-com-teus-poemas-antes-de.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/7960343215139361443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/7960343215139361443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2010/06/convive-com-teus-poemas-antes-de.html' title='Convive com teus poemas, antes de escrevê-los'/><author><name>Jô Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10883427488262139822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tuNfCoqaw4/TK4ImsvaapI/AAAAAAAAABg/7BLRtM7R0g4/S220/IMG_0087a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004667518117184663.post-107796493758848434</id><published>2010-05-21T17:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T17:18:19.677-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabriel Garcia Marquez - frases</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“...Tantas coisas aprendi com vocês, os homens...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Aprendi que todo mundo quer viver no cimo da montanha, sem saber que a verdadeira felicidade está na forma de subir a escarpa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Aprendi que quando um recém-nascido aperta com sua pequena mão o dedo de seu pai, o tem prisioneiro para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Aprendi que um ser humano só tem o direito de olhar para um outro de cima para baixo para ajudá-lo a levantar-se.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004667518117184663-107796493758848434?l=joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/feeds/107796493758848434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2010/05/gabriel-garcia-marquez-frases.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/107796493758848434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/107796493758848434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2010/05/gabriel-garcia-marquez-frases.html' title='Gabriel Garcia Marquez - frases'/><author><name>Jô Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10883427488262139822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tuNfCoqaw4/TK4ImsvaapI/AAAAAAAAABg/7BLRtM7R0g4/S220/IMG_0087a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004667518117184663.post-5635068831626098371</id><published>2010-05-04T16:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T16:40:45.065-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Loucos e sANTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91;mso-themecolor:accent1; mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Loucos e santos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91; mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;“Escolho meus amigos não pela pele ou outro arquétipo qualquer, mas pela pupila.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91; mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Tem que ter brilho questionador e tonalidade inquietante.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91; mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;A mim não interessam os bons de espírito nem os maus de hábitos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91; mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Fico com aqueles que fazem de mim louco e santo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91; mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Deles não quero resposta, quero meu avesso.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91; mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Que me tragam dúvidas e angústias e aguentem o que há de pior em mim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91; mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Para isso, só sendo louco.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91; mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Quero os santos para que não duvidem das diferenças e peçam perdão pelas injustiças.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91; mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Escolho meus amigos pela alma lavada e pela cara exposta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91; mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Não quero só o ombro e o colo, quero também sua maior alegria.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91; mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Amigo que não ri junto, não sabe sofrer junto.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91; mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Meus amigos são todos assim: metade bobeira, metade seriedade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91; mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Não quero risos previsíveis, nem choros piedosos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91; mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Quero amigos sérios, daqueles que fazem da realidade sua fonte de aprendizagem, mas lutam para que a fantasia não desapareça.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91; mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Não quero amigos adultos nem chatos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91; mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Quero-os metade infância e outra metade velhice!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91; mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Crianças para que não esqueçam o valor do vento no rosto; e velhos, para que nunca tenham pressa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91; mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Tenho amigos para saber quem eu sou.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91; mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Pois os vendo loucos e santos, bobos e sérios, crianças e velhos, nunca me esquecerei de que “normalidade” é uma ilusão imbecil e estéril.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91; mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#365F91; mso-themecolor:accent1;mso-themeshade:191"&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004667518117184663-5635068831626098371?l=joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/feeds/5635068831626098371/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2010/05/loucos-e-santos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/5635068831626098371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/5635068831626098371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2010/05/loucos-e-santos.html' title='Loucos e sANTOS'/><author><name>Jô Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10883427488262139822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tuNfCoqaw4/TK4ImsvaapI/AAAAAAAAABg/7BLRtM7R0g4/S220/IMG_0087a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004667518117184663.post-4385182984734354462</id><published>2010-05-01T18:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T18:35:55.828-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mesmo Teto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(41, 48, 59); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 18px; color: rgb(27, 4, 49); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(41, 48, 59); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 18px; color: rgb(27, 4, 49); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2009/04/arte-e-graca.html" style="color: rgb(27, 4, 49); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;Estejam à vontade!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); "&gt;Aqui não é preciso mais do que poesia, violão, café, ou qualquer bom pretexto para estarmos entre amigos. Se é que precisamos do pretexto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); "&gt;Debaixo do mesmo teto a gente se protege.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); "&gt;Debaixo do mesmo teto a gente brinca, canta, briga, chora, ri, acolhe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); "&gt;Debaixo do mesmo teto a gente fica perto demais pra eu fingir ser alguém que não sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); "&gt;Debaixo do mesmo teto a verdade transparece e nos liberta... e isso é muito bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); "&gt;O convite não é para concordar ou discordar, mas que se tenha opinião, mesmo que seja outra. E que isso não nos afaste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); "&gt;Pessoas que desejam pensar e conviver, apesar das diferenças, estejam à vontade para ficarmos debaixo do mesmo teto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Joel Cardoso&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004667518117184663-4385182984734354462?l=joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/feeds/4385182984734354462/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2010/05/mesmo-teto.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/4385182984734354462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/4385182984734354462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2010/05/mesmo-teto.html' title='Mesmo Teto'/><author><name>Jô Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10883427488262139822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tuNfCoqaw4/TK4ImsvaapI/AAAAAAAAABg/7BLRtM7R0g4/S220/IMG_0087a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004667518117184663.post-1355267031781895721</id><published>2010-04-29T14:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T14:27:16.459-03:00</updated><title type='text'>janela para a liberdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Quando se inicia a vida escolar, a pessoa (criança) já sabe falar diversas palavras, elaborar frases, mas, instrumentalizada, melhora a cada dia sua compreensão das coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Entendemos, quando crianças, alguns significados e melhoramos - ou simplesmente mudamos - nossa percepção destes significados conforme amadurecemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Isso não é, necessariamente bom ou ruim. Há, somente, outras perspectivas conforme evoluimos em nossa cosmovisão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;É assim também na trajetória da espiritualidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Dado o amadurecimento na compreensão e o aguçar do senso crítico, passa-se a levantar questões sobre visões válidas em outra fase da história, mas que podem nada dizer nos dias atuais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Concordo com Julio Zabatiero quando propõe uma "auto-revisão" porque a prática dos nossos pais não precisa, necessariamente ser a nossa prática.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Numa família se o bisavô não andou de carro, ou o avô não teve telefone celular e o pai fez outra opção de espiritualidade, não quer dizer que este seja o jeito "certo" de se viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Viveram balizados por seus contextos, mas hoje há outras possibilidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Não é preciso cristalizar a percepção do que dizemos ser a Verdade, pois a Verdade é mais importante do que a percepção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;A igreja sair do "centro" para a margem, se tornando parceira na caminhada popular é realmente espiritualidade com frutos de justiça (leia-se justiça social, que creio ser desta que devamos ter fome e sede).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Também concordo com Zabatiero quando diz que "sem auto-crítica, a militância se reduz a mera ignorância... e ortodoxia vazia"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Olharmos para um texto e nos enxergarmos nele é como olhar para um espelho. O espelho revela, mas distorce. Revela, mas mostra a imagem ao contrário. Não podemos nos encantar mais com o espelho do que com a pessoa. Quando isso começa a acontecer é necessário transformar esse espelho em janela, porque por ela vemos outros horizontes, temos a liberdade de sair para o quintal ou para onde quisermos e, se quisermos, podemos até mesmo entrar e sair... e entrar e sair...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Uma revisão e uma auto-crítica nos deixam livres de fundamentalismos.É preciso que o nosso "espelho" seja transformado em "janela" para que não seja criado outro fundamentalismo. A liberdade deve continuar a ser priorizada, inclusive àqueles que se oponham ao "nosso pensamento".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Nosso pensamento que pode virar um método.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Não optaria pela palavra método - que significa "caminho para se chegar a um fim". Um método pode induzir ao fim que se deseja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Melhor seria ter ferramentas e com elas possibilitarmos sempre a CONSTRUÇÃO da história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Com ferramentas, cada pessoa pode fazer sua construção, utilizando-se do novo, ou até do velho, enfim... do que couber em seu contexto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Joel Cardoso&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004667518117184663-1355267031781895721?l=joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/feeds/1355267031781895721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2010/04/janela-para-liberdade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/1355267031781895721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/1355267031781895721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2010/04/janela-para-liberdade.html' title='janela para a liberdade'/><author><name>Jô Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10883427488262139822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tuNfCoqaw4/TK4ImsvaapI/AAAAAAAAABg/7BLRtM7R0g4/S220/IMG_0087a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004667518117184663.post-515737503646918608</id><published>2010-04-25T11:32:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T11:38:13.492-03:00</updated><title type='text'>doce presença</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;"&gt;Aconteceu em Maio de 2006.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;"&gt;...Era mais uma manhã no hospital - talvez a sexta ou a sétima; eu estava internado por causa de um pneumotórax espontâneo que me pegou de surpresa e quase me tirou todo o fôlego (literalmente). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;"&gt;Meu irmão entra pela porta trazendo revistas e jornais pra que eu soubesse um pouco do que estava acontecendo naqueles dias fora dali. É... porque ali eu sabia bem o que acontecia, eu estava me recuperando de momentos terríveis de dor e do trauma de saber que por alguns poucos minutos não morri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;"&gt;Meu irmão me deu um beijo, e perguntou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;"&gt;- Você deve estar pensando em coisas que nunca pensou, né?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;"&gt;Eu respondi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;"&gt;- É, e também tenho deixado de pensar em coisas que sempre achei que fossem importantes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;"&gt;A conversa se desenvolveu e falamos sobre diversas coisas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;"&gt;Depois que ele foi embora fiquei pensando nessa pergunta e nessa resposta. Pouco tempo depois eu estava colocando em palavras o sentimento que me envolveu nesse trecho da conversa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;"&gt;O que seria realmente importante na vida? É simples a reposta: &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;a vida.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;"&gt;E só é possível viver de verdade, ou plenamente, se eu me encontrar com o meu Criador. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;"&gt;Sentir a presença dEle nos momentos angustiantes no hospital, foi como colocar doce nos lábios, adoçando a alma e chegou até o meu entendimento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;"&gt;Aquilo que eu pensava, cantava e poetizava sobre a presença de Deus, foi quase que palpável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;"&gt;O que sempre sonhei e desejei em relação a tudo na vida, quase se foi em um piscar de olhos, mas a presença doce desse Deus não me deixou nunca.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;"&gt;Essa é a verdadeira importância da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;"&gt;Eis a minha oração e música:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;“É doce a presença do Senhor. É tão doce receber Teu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Mesmo na dor ou se a morte rondar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Se a noite calar sem o sono chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Se longe de todos eu quiser chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Eu sei que Tu, meu Deus, estás comigo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Muito mais vale ter Tua presença, até no vale sinto Tua presença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Mais do que realizar todos os meus sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Eu prefiro sempre estar em Tua presença, Senhor”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;Joel Cardoso&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004667518117184663-515737503646918608?l=joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/feeds/515737503646918608/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2010/04/doce-presenca.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/515737503646918608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/515737503646918608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2010/04/doce-presenca.html' title='doce presença'/><author><name>Jô Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10883427488262139822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tuNfCoqaw4/TK4ImsvaapI/AAAAAAAAABg/7BLRtM7R0g4/S220/IMG_0087a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004667518117184663.post-6156913025328837039</id><published>2010-02-10T02:19:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T02:29:22.085-02:00</updated><title type='text'>que pena!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Allison Ambrósio&lt;/b&gt; - um amigo - foi embora desse mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com 47 anos de uma vida intensa e íntegra - um aneurisma cerebral o levou de nós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O mundo fica mais sem graça, com menos poesia, e sem suas muitas composições brotando a todo tempo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não dá para acreditar que perdemos tão cedo &lt;b&gt;uma pessoa inacreditável&lt;/b&gt;... acreditem!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que pena para todos nós!!! Que pena!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004667518117184663-6156913025328837039?l=joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/feeds/6156913025328837039/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2010/02/que-pena.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/6156913025328837039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/6156913025328837039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2010/02/que-pena.html' title='que pena!!!'/><author><name>Jô Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10883427488262139822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tuNfCoqaw4/TK4ImsvaapI/AAAAAAAAABg/7BLRtM7R0g4/S220/IMG_0087a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004667518117184663.post-2206641779736255828</id><published>2009-12-31T16:42:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T17:13:19.763-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Demorei, mas voltei!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fiquei entretido com as tantas coisas que me atropelaram a agenda neste semestre!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Não tem problema... agora o ano vai virar e tudo vai mudar!!! Vai???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Acho melhor não fazer muitas promessas. Tudo o que quero é respirar fundo, tomar um fôlego novo e partir para os muitos desafios que a vida certamente me fará.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Não posso ir sozinho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Por isso conto com a amabilidade e a garra da minha mulher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Conto com a valiosa presença dos meus amigos e de minha família.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Conto com os princípios aprendidos e desenvolvidos a partir da história de uma pessoa que me fascina: o Jesus/homem. Humilde e persistente em fazer o bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Só quero me desfazer dos erros que cometi esse ano. Como diz Jorge Drexler: "Não quero passar a vida pisando uma pedra e voltando a pisar". Quero andar pra frente!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Desejo amar como na definição de Vinícius de Morais: "Amar é vontade de estar perto, se longe... e mais perto, se perto"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Por isso fiquem por perto!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Joel Cardoso&lt;/i&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/5004667518117184663-2206641779736255828?l=joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/feeds/2206641779736255828/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2009/12/demorei-mas-voltei.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/2206641779736255828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/2206641779736255828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2009/12/demorei-mas-voltei.html' title='Demorei, mas voltei!!!'/><author><name>Jô Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10883427488262139822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tuNfCoqaw4/TK4ImsvaapI/AAAAAAAAABg/7BLRtM7R0g4/S220/IMG_0087a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004667518117184663.post-3763562546441445530</id><published>2009-09-17T14:49:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:55:21.063-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que é que eu buscava????</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Quando os olhos do meu egoísmo buscaram Tuas mãos pra ver se havia algo para mim, achei, constrangido, o presente da minha vida: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Marcas de cravo - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Maldade humana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Tua beleza humana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Amor que acreditou na mensagem... que deu a Sua vida e deu às nossas vidas o sentido eterno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Joel Cardoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004667518117184663-3763562546441445530?l=joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/feeds/3763562546441445530/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-que-e-que-eu-buscava.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/3763562546441445530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/3763562546441445530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-que-e-que-eu-buscava.html' title='O que é que eu buscava????'/><author><name>Jô Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10883427488262139822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tuNfCoqaw4/TK4ImsvaapI/AAAAAAAAABg/7BLRtM7R0g4/S220/IMG_0087a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004667518117184663.post-3300923740252101822</id><published>2009-09-16T14:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:56:22.080-03:00</updated><title type='text'>a gente vai amadurecendo e compreendendo melhor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level:3;background:white"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family:Constantia;color:#003366;letter-spacing:-1.2pt; mso-ansi-language:PT"&gt;Tocando em Frente&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family:Constantia;color:#003366;mso-ansi-language:PT"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level:3;background:white"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Constantia;color:#003366;mso-ansi-language:PT"&gt;Almir Sater e Renato Teixeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family: Constantia;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:#003366;letter-spacing:-1.2pt; mso-ansi-language:PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="background:white"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-size:8.0pt;line-height: 150%;font-family:Constantia;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:#003366; mso-ansi-language:PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="background:white"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:Constantia; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:#003366;mso-ansi-language:PT"&gt;Ando devagar porque já tive pressa&lt;br /&gt;E levo esse sorriso porque já chorei demais&lt;br /&gt;Hoje me sinto mais forte, mais feliz - quem sabe?!&lt;br /&gt;Só levo a certeza de que muito pouco eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Eu nada sei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-size:8.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:Constantia;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:#003366;mso-ansi-language:PT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:Constantia;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:#003366;mso-ansi-language:PT"&gt;Conhecer as manhas e as manhãs,&lt;br /&gt;O sabor das massas e das maçãs,&lt;br /&gt;É preciso amor pra poder pulsar,&lt;br /&gt;É preciso paz pra poder sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;É preciso a chuva para florir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-size:8.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:Constantia;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:#003366;mso-ansi-language:PT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:Constantia;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:#003366;mso-ansi-language:PT"&gt;Penso que cumprir a vida seja simplesmente&lt;br /&gt;Compreender a marcha e ir tocando &lt;st1:personname productid="em frente￼Como" st="on"&gt;em frente&lt;br /&gt; Como&lt;/st1:personname&gt; um velho boiadeiro levando a boiada&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou tocando os dias pela longa estrada eu vou&lt;br /&gt;Estrada eu sou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-size:8.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:Constantia;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:#003366;mso-ansi-language:PT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:Constantia;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:#003366;mso-ansi-language:PT"&gt;Conhecer as manhas e as manhãs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-size:8.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:Constantia;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:#003366;mso-ansi-language:PT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:Constantia;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:#003366;mso-ansi-language:PT"&gt;Todo mundo ama um dia todo mundo chora,&lt;br /&gt;Um dia a gente chega, e no outro vai embora&lt;br /&gt;Cada um de nós compõe a sua história&lt;br /&gt;Cada ser em si carrega o dom de ser capaz&lt;br /&gt;E ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-size:8.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:Constantia;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:#003366;mso-ansi-language:PT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:Constantia;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:#003366;mso-ansi-language:PT"&gt;Conhecer as manhas e as manhãs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-size:8.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:Constantia;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:#003366;mso-ansi-language:PT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:Constantia;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;color:#003366;mso-ansi-language:PT"&gt;Ando devagar porque já tive pressa&lt;br /&gt;Levo esse sorriso porque já chorei demais&lt;br /&gt;Cada um de nós compõe a sua história,&lt;br /&gt;Cada ser em si carrega o dom de ser capaz&lt;br /&gt;E ser feliz&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="background:white"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-size:8.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:Constantia; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:#003366;mso-ansi-language:PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="background:white"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:Constantia; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:#003366;mso-ansi-language:PT"&gt;Conhecer as manhas&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;e as manhãs...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004667518117184663-3300923740252101822?l=joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/feeds/3300923740252101822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2009/09/gente-vai-amadurecendo-e-compreendendo.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/3300923740252101822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/3300923740252101822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2009/09/gente-vai-amadurecendo-e-compreendendo.html' title='a gente vai amadurecendo e compreendendo melhor...'/><author><name>Jô Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10883427488262139822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tuNfCoqaw4/TK4ImsvaapI/AAAAAAAAABg/7BLRtM7R0g4/S220/IMG_0087a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004667518117184663.post-7558949003957777632</id><published>2009-08-19T14:23:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T14:28:29.231-03:00</updated><title type='text'>desejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;table style="border-top-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); border-right-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); border-bottom-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); border-left-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: normal; font-family: Arial, Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-top-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); border-right-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); border-bottom-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); border-left-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;img hspace="10" src="http://www.astormentas.com/media/Victor%20Hugo.jpg" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border-top-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); border-right-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); border-bottom-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); border-left-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Victor Hugo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Desejo primeiro que você ame,&lt;br /&gt;E que amando, também seja amado.&lt;br /&gt;E que se não for, seja breve em esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;E que esquecendo, não guarde mágoa.&lt;br /&gt;Desejo, pois, que não seja assim,&lt;br /&gt;Mas se for, saiba ser sem desesperar.&lt;br /&gt;Desejo também que tenha amigos,&lt;br /&gt;Que mesmo maus e inconseqüentes,&lt;br /&gt;Sejam corajosos e fiéis,&lt;br /&gt;E que pelo menos num deles&lt;br /&gt;Você possa confiar sem duvidar.&lt;br /&gt;E porque a vida é assim,&lt;br /&gt;Desejo ainda que você tenha inimigos.&lt;br /&gt;Nem muitos, nem poucos,&lt;br /&gt;Mas na medida exata para que, algumas vezes,&lt;br /&gt;Você se interpele a respeito&lt;br /&gt;De suas próprias certezas.&lt;br /&gt;E que entre eles, haja pelo menos um que seja justo,&lt;br /&gt;Para que você não se sinta demasiado seguro.&lt;br /&gt;Desejo depois que você seja útil,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não insubstituível.&lt;br /&gt;E que nos maus momentos,&lt;br /&gt;Quando não restar mais nada,&lt;br /&gt;Essa utilidade seja suficiente para manter você de pé.&lt;br /&gt;Desejo ainda que você seja tolerante,&lt;br /&gt;Não com os que erram pouco, porque isso é fácil,&lt;br /&gt;Mas com os que erram muito e irremediavelmente,&lt;br /&gt;E que fazendo bom uso dessa tolerância,&lt;br /&gt;Você sirva de exemplo aos outros.&lt;br /&gt;Desejo que você, sendo jovem,&lt;br /&gt;Não amadureça depressa demais,&lt;br /&gt;E que sendo maduro, não insista em rejuvenescer&lt;br /&gt;E que sendo velho, não se dedique ao desespero.&lt;br /&gt;Porque cada idade tem o seu prazer e a sua dor e&lt;br /&gt;É preciso deixar que eles escorram por entre nós.&lt;br /&gt;Desejo por sinal que você seja triste,&lt;br /&gt;Não o ano todo, mas apenas um dia.&lt;br /&gt;Mas que nesse dia descubra&lt;br /&gt;Que o riso diário é bom,&lt;br /&gt;O riso habitual é insosso e o riso constante é insano.&lt;br /&gt;Desejo que você descubra ,&lt;br /&gt;Com o máximo de urgência,&lt;br /&gt;Acima e a respeito de tudo, que existem oprimidos,&lt;br /&gt;Injustiçados e infelizes, e que estão à sua volta.&lt;br /&gt;Desejo ainda que você afague um gato,&lt;br /&gt;Alimente um cuco e ouça o joão-de-barro&lt;br /&gt;Erguer triunfante o seu canto matinal&lt;br /&gt;Porque, assim, você sesentirá bem por nada.&lt;br /&gt;Desejo também que você plante uma semente,&lt;br /&gt;Por mais minúscula que seja,&lt;br /&gt;E acompanhe o seu crescimento,&lt;br /&gt;Para que você saiba de quantas&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vidas é feita uma árvore.&lt;br /&gt;Desejo, outrossim, que você tenha dinheiro,&lt;br /&gt;Porque é preciso ser prático.&lt;br /&gt;Eque pelo menos uma vez por ano&lt;br /&gt;Coloque um pouco dele&lt;br /&gt;Na sua frente e diga `Isso é meu`,&lt;br /&gt;Só para que fique bem claro quem é o dono dequem.&lt;br /&gt;Desejo também que nenhum de seus afetos morra,&lt;br /&gt;Por ele e por você,&lt;br /&gt;Mas que se morrer, você possa chorar&lt;br /&gt;Sem se lamentar esofrer sem se culpar.&lt;br /&gt;Desejo por fim que você sendo homem,&lt;br /&gt;Tenha uma boa mulher,&lt;br /&gt;E que sendo mulher,&lt;br /&gt;Tenha um bom homem&lt;br /&gt;Eque se amem hoje, amanhã e nos dias seguintes,&lt;br /&gt;E quando estiverem exaustos e sorridentes,&lt;br /&gt;Ainda haja amor para recomeçar.&lt;br /&gt;E se tudo isso acontecer,&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho mais nada a te desejar&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/5004667518117184663-7558949003957777632?l=joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/feeds/7558949003957777632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2009/08/desejo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/7558949003957777632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/7558949003957777632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2009/08/desejo.html' title='desejo'/><author><name>Jô Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10883427488262139822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tuNfCoqaw4/TK4ImsvaapI/AAAAAAAAABg/7BLRtM7R0g4/S220/IMG_0087a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004667518117184663.post-5321445752401852716</id><published>2009-08-06T00:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T00:37:27.368-03:00</updated><title type='text'>QuArEnTa AnOs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;A sensação é de se chegar a uma terra desconhecida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Quais enigmas estariam me aguardando? Será que o conhecimento alcançado trouxe sabedoria suficiente para viver bem com os outros e comigo também?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Será que as dores que vivi, coisas que eu cri (e descri), amores que eu fiz, que eu quis, puderam me ensinar a cautela? Ou então a hora certa de “ir pra cima”? Ou ainda, quando sair de cena?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;É preciso respeito pela fase atingida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Nem melhor e nem pior... é somente outra fase. Aquela que eu devo viver e saber viver hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Não sabendo o que vem por aí, quero, com reverência receber de portas abertas cada dia e braços abertos cada pessoa, cada música, cada poesia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;É preciso evoluir. É preciso que eu seja a evolução dos meus pais. Porque é preciso -sempre que aquele que sucede seja, pelo menos, um pouco melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Ensinando violão, digo a quem ensino, logo na primeira aula, que não quero guardar pra mim o conhecimento, mas tudo o que eu souber e vier a aprender durante as aulas, quero passar pra frente sem medo de ser superado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Essa é a ideia!!: Ser superado – para que a evolução aconteça de fato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;E para que as próximas gerações sejam melhores não se deve viver hoje desacelerado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Se nessa evolução, aquele que vier depois de mim for medíocre, mediano ou “média 5”, significa que eu fui abaixo da média.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Quero buscar o melhor para que eu seja melhor como pessoa - enfatizo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Assim deixo para quem vem chegando o desafio ainda mais motivador de se viver bem e de ser do Bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Minha Esposa, minha Família e meus Amigos (com letra sempre maiúscula) que me trouxeram e vieram comigo até aqui, muito obrigado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Os valores e princípios do Bem ainda hoje brilham meus olhos e me dão razão pra querer amar vocês sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Joel Cardoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004667518117184663-5321445752401852716?l=joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/feeds/5321445752401852716/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2009/08/quarenta-anos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/5321445752401852716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/5321445752401852716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2009/08/quarenta-anos.html' title='QuArEnTa AnOs'/><author><name>Jô Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10883427488262139822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tuNfCoqaw4/TK4ImsvaapI/AAAAAAAAABg/7BLRtM7R0g4/S220/IMG_0087a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004667518117184663.post-192798157363418450</id><published>2009-07-31T17:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T17:55:28.946-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E sE tUdO fOsSe MúSiCa??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;E se tudo fosse música? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Seria bom demais poder cantar você pra sempre, desejar te conhecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sonhar e imaginar como seria a mulher que meu coração desejaria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Se tudo fosse música...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Eu te colocaria em verso e prosa, te daria uma melodia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ao violão, doces acordes tentando traduzir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;O que talvez fosse uma linda canção e história de amor,    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Mas se tudo fosse música não haveria você. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Só sonharia você, desejaria quem você não é.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Se tudo fosse somente música &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;O verso não passaria de rimas; a prosa não seria real; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;O violão cansaria de tanto tentar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Mas a mais linda canção não pode ser tocada, nem cantada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Nem traduzida em outra forma qualquer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Senão numa história de amor construída &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;dia a dia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Com uma realidade que nem sempre é confortável &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Mas que é verdadeira.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;E se tudo fosse só música... eu seria só.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Você não seria verdade e não haveria a verdade de nós dois.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Prefiro cantar com você essa vida sofrida ou feliz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Alegre, mas com lágrimas.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;E crescer... crescer...e viver essa linda história  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Que é canção, que é prosa, que é sonho e que é amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;                                                                                 &lt;i&gt;Joel Cardoso&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004667518117184663-192798157363418450?l=joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/feeds/192798157363418450/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-se-tudo-fosse-musica.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/192798157363418450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/192798157363418450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-se-tudo-fosse-musica.html' title='E sE tUdO fOsSe MúSiCa??'/><author><name>Jô Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10883427488262139822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tuNfCoqaw4/TK4ImsvaapI/AAAAAAAAABg/7BLRtM7R0g4/S220/IMG_0087a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004667518117184663.post-6658860172012803780</id><published>2009-07-28T14:58:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T00:30:56.194-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Você tem fome de quê? Você tem sede de quê?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;mso-bidi-Iskoola Pota&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não quero fazer justiça justiceiramente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;mso-bidi-Iskoola Pota&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não quero clamar por justiça... pra que haja vingança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;mso-bidi-Iskoola Pota&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não quero pedir justiça... pra Deus pesar Sua mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;mso-bidi-Iskoola Pota&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;mso-bidi-Iskoola Pota&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ter fome de justiça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;mso-bidi-Iskoola Pota&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;É querer muito praticar o que é bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;mso-bidi-Iskoola Pota&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;É ser justo em minhas ações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;mso-bidi-Iskoola Pota&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;É olhar a injustiça humana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;mso-bidi-Iskoola Pota&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E matar a fome de alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;mso-bidi-Iskoola Pota&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;mso-bidi-Iskoola Pota&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sede de justiça não é desejar a paga pelo mal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;mso-bidi-Iskoola Pota&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas, a despeito do mal, fazer o bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;mso-bidi-Iskoola Pota&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sede de justiça não é sede de vingança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;mso-bidi-Iskoola Pota&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;É desejo de igualdade no direito à vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;mso-bidi-Iskoola Pota&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;mso-bidi-Iskoola Pota&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Se tenho fome e sede de justiça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;mso-bidi-Iskoola Pota&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tenho de viver toda a nobreza de um justo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;mso-bidi-Iskoola Pota&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não aquele “justo” arrogante e dono da verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;mso-bidi-Iskoola Pota&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas o de caráter sem sombra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;mso-bidi-Iskoola Pota&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sem medo de que a luz mostre sua ética e sua prática.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;mso-bidi-Iskoola Pota&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quero a justiça que tem uma folga e que deixa respirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;mso-bidi-Iskoola Pota&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aquela que não sufoca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;mso-bidi-Iskoola Pota&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que olha graciosamente para os que erram (porque nós erramos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;mso-bidi-Iskoola Pota&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E permite tentar novamente e novamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;mso-bidi-Iskoola Pota&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Iskoola Pota&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Joel Cardoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004667518117184663-6658860172012803780?l=joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/feeds/6658860172012803780/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2009/07/voce-tem-fome-de-que-voce-tem-sede-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/6658860172012803780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/6658860172012803780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2009/07/voce-tem-fome-de-que-voce-tem-sede-de.html' title='Você tem fome de quê? Você tem sede de quê?'/><author><name>Jô Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10883427488262139822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tuNfCoqaw4/TK4ImsvaapI/AAAAAAAAABg/7BLRtM7R0g4/S220/IMG_0087a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004667518117184663.post-4741991004972549591</id><published>2009-07-24T17:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T17:15:41.363-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;...Era mais uma manhã no hospital - talvez a sexta ou a sétima; eu estava internado por causa de um pneumotórax espontâneo que me pegou de surpresa e quase me tirou todo o fôlego (literalmente). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Meu irmão entra pela porta trazendo revistas e jornais pra que eu soubesse um pouco do que estava acontecendo naqueles dias fora dali. É... porque ali eu sabia bem o que acontecia, eu estava me recuperando de momentos terríveis de dor e do trauma de saber que por alguns poucos minutos não morri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Meu irmão me deu um beijo, e perguntou: - Você deve estar pensando em coisas que nunca pensou, né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu respondi: - É, e tenho deixado de pensar em coisas que sempre achei que fossem importantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A conversa se desenvolveu e falamos sobre diversas coisas. Depois que ele foi embora fiquei pensando nessa pergunta e nessa resposta. Pouco tempo depois eu estava colocando em palavras o sentimento que me envolveu nesse trecho da conversa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; O que seria realmente importante na vida? É simples a reposta: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; E só é possível viver de verdade se eu me encontrar com o meu Criador.  Sentir a presença dEle nos momentos angustiantes no hospital, foi como colocar doce nos lábios, adoçando a alma e chegou até o meu entendimento. Aquilo que eu pensava, cantava e poetizava sobre a presença de Deus, foi quase que palpável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; O que sempre sonhei e desejei em relação a tudo na vida, quase se foi em um piscar de olhos, mas a presença doce desse Deus não me deixou nunca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Essa é a verdadeira importância da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; “É doce a presença do Senhor. É tão doce receber Teu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Mesmo na dor ou se a morte rondar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Se a noite calar sem o sono chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Se longe de todos eu quiser chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Eu sei que Tu, meu Deus, estás comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Muito mais vale ter Tua presença, até no vale sinto Tua presença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Mais do que realizar todos os meus sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu prefiro sempre estar em Tua presença, Senhor”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Joel Cardoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004667518117184663-4741991004972549591?l=joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/feeds/4741991004972549591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/4741991004972549591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/4741991004972549591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jô Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10883427488262139822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tuNfCoqaw4/TK4ImsvaapI/AAAAAAAAABg/7BLRtM7R0g4/S220/IMG_0087a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004667518117184663.post-7720706445563210782</id><published>2009-06-06T19:10:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T17:47:36.492-03:00</updated><title type='text'>fazendo uma lista ou não... pense nisso:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#29303B;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Faça uma lista de grandes amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;color:#29303B;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;color:#29303B;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;O que queremos com isso, na verdade, é saber em quê somos melhores que os outros. Se a nossa fraqueza transparece, tentamos justificá-la caçando argumentos para provar que o nosso “ruim” é “bom”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Essa tentativa de nos diferenciar é uma idéia trazida, talvez, do sistema capitalista para dentro das nossas relações humanas, em que é preciso mostrar o quanto você lucra em escolher a mim ou saber o que é que eu “ganho” estando com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Alguém aí sabe me dizer onde é que foi parar o amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Essa prática de mercado - em que cada empresa apresenta o seu diferencial para ganhar mais - precisa permanecer somente nas relações comerciais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Inventamos muros e fronteiras para nos destacar e nos destacamos (e não no bom sentido, se é que há um) assim das pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Quais são as fronteiras que existem entre nós? É interessante sabermos que as fronteiras podem ser vistas como um ponto de encontro ou como um ponto de separação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;As nossas atitudes demonstram quais são as nossas “escolhas” ou “não escolhas” diante da vida, e trazem à tona os limites da nossa capacidade relacional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Somos indivíduos e isso é muito bom. Há limites - e saber disso também é bom. É preciso fazer uso das diferenças para aproximações e crescimento através do “outro”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Se criamos muros para nos sentirmos mais seguros quanto a quem somos, mas isso nos distancia das pessoas, pode-se saber que essa segurança é falsa e estamos vulneráveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Há fronteiras que precisam ser divisões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Há fronteiras que precisam ser unificações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;E há fronteiras que precisam ser destruídas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Em nossas relações - pra que sejam saudáveis - que tal focarmos mais nas convergências do que nas divergências?  Sem medos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Se andarmos sós ou somente com os “iguais” diminuiremos nossa possibilidade de crescimento como gente! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Joel Cardoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004667518117184663-1545609401005490166?l=joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/feeds/1545609401005490166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2009/05/fronteiras-convergencias-eou.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/1545609401005490166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/1545609401005490166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2009/05/fronteiras-convergencias-eou.html' title='FronTeiras – ConVerGênCiaS e/ou DiVerGênCiaS.'/><author><name>Jô Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10883427488262139822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tuNfCoqaw4/TK4ImsvaapI/AAAAAAAAABg/7BLRtM7R0g4/S220/IMG_0087a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004667518117184663.post-1676387668346705356</id><published>2009-05-03T01:37:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T01:48:34.784-03:00</updated><title type='text'>é preciso não fingir e respeitar a raridade da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;Mesmo quando tudo pede um pouco mais de calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Até quando o corpo pede um pouco mais de alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;A vida não pára...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Enquanto o tempo acelera e pede pressa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Eu me recuso, faço hora. Vou na valsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;A vida é tão rara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Enquanto todo mundo espera a cura do mal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;E a loucura finge que isso tudo é normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Eu finjo ter paciência...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;O mundo vai girando cada vez mais veloz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;A gente espera do mundo e o mundo espera de nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Um pouco mais de paciência...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Será que é tempo que lhe falta pra perceber?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Será que temos esse tempo pra perder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;E quem quer saber?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;A vida é tão rara... Tão rara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Mesmo quando tudo pede um pouco mais de calma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Até quando o corpo pede um pouco mais de alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Eu sei, a vida não pára&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;A vida não pára não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Será que é tempo que lhe falta pra perceber?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Será que temos esse tempo pra perder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;E quem quer saber?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;A vida é tão rara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Tão rara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Mesmo quando tudo pede um pouco mais de calma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Até quando o corpo pede um pouco mais de alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Eu sei, a vida é tão rara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;A vida não pára não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;A vida não pára!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;A vida é tão rara!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Lenine&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/5004667518117184663-1676387668346705356?l=joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/feeds/1676387668346705356/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-preciso-nao-fingir-e-respeitar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/1676387668346705356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/1676387668346705356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-preciso-nao-fingir-e-respeitar.html' title='é preciso não fingir e respeitar a raridade da vida'/><author><name>Jô Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10883427488262139822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tuNfCoqaw4/TK4ImsvaapI/AAAAAAAAABg/7BLRtM7R0g4/S220/IMG_0087a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004667518117184663.post-9090376459864816792</id><published>2009-04-27T19:06:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:47:43.950-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Maior Artista</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Lá do alto da Serra do Itapeti, com dois amigos, admirando uma paisagem de beleza pouco comum hoje em dia, ficou mais fácil. Peguei meu violão no carro enquanto um dos amigos pegou papel e caneta e fui dedilhando as cordas e cantando:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jorra na fonte a água que vem da nascente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nasce com o sol a esperança de vida pra gente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um pássaro lindo me mostra em seu canto o encanto de ser livre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero ser livre!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Livre pra sorrir. Livre pra amar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Livre pra sentir a natureza e a sua beleza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah! como tudo é tão lindo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tanto mais lindo imagino que seja Aquele que tudo criou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obra do maior Artista: Salve a natureza!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salve sua beleza! Salve o Criador!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joel Cardoso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004667518117184663-9090376459864816792?l=joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/feeds/9090376459864816792/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2009/04/maior-artista.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/9090376459864816792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/9090376459864816792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2009/04/maior-artista.html' title='Maior Artista'/><author><name>Jô Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10883427488262139822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tuNfCoqaw4/TK4ImsvaapI/AAAAAAAAABg/7BLRtM7R0g4/S220/IMG_0087a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004667518117184663.post-4029588566427604738</id><published>2009-04-23T15:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T15:13:56.727-03:00</updated><title type='text'>artE e Graça</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;table class="contentpaneopen" style="width: 100%; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" colspan="2" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A Graça de Deus se manifesta das maneiras mais diversas e, por motivos óbvios, quero ressaltar uma forma “graciosa” de Deus se expressar: através da Arte.  Não há nessa manifestação, necessariamente, uma relação com o linguajar ou com o que sempre aprendemos nas igrejas ou nas religiões, porque a Graça de Deus não está presa à nossa percepção (limitada), mas ela tem a ver com quem Deus realmente é...maior do que se possa imaginar. Eterno. E acima de tudo: Livre!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero propor um olhar para as coisas naturais e cotidianas (às vezes, despercebidas) e nisso também haver um encontro com o Deus Criador. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero mostrar a Graça em palavras articuladas ou na manifestação de carinho e afeto pela minha incansável mãe, pela minha admirável esposa, pelos meus queridos irmãos, pelos necessários amigos, e até mesmo por quem cruza o meu caminho sem que eu conheça mais profundamente. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se minhas palavras puderem inspirar um sorriso, no canto da boca que seja, fico feliz. Ou se estas provocarem lágrimas sinceras com palavras que falem com verdade aos corações, alcancei graça na arte. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se outros poetas, letristas, artistas, enfim, todo tipo de Gente puder mexer com minhas emoções, minhas reflexões, minhas ações e reações, darei os braços e sairei em desfile por onde quer que haja necessidade de Arte e Graça, ou seja: pelo mundo!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel Cardoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004667518117184663-4029588566427604738?l=joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/feeds/4029588566427604738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2009/04/arte-e-graca_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/4029588566427604738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/4029588566427604738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2009/04/arte-e-graca_23.html' title='artE e Graça'/><author><name>Jô Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10883427488262139822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tuNfCoqaw4/TK4ImsvaapI/AAAAAAAAABg/7BLRtM7R0g4/S220/IMG_0087a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004667518117184663.post-44483508656283766</id><published>2009-04-20T15:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T15:29:39.494-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A qUeM pOsSa InTeReSsAr</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Essa composição foi mais ou menos um ano antes de conhecer aquela que já era, sem saber, a inspiração. Música pré-inspirada!! Pois é... chegou e é tudo isso... e mais!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quis fazer uma canção e a ninguém endereçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas alguém a ouve, então... a quem possa interessar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fica assim: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vai de mim pra você a quem eu hei de conhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se agora ou mais além no tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O que importa é que algum vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me leve aonde você está&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me sopre a brisa que apraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E as coisas que o vento não traz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O coração encontre pra nós dois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joel Cardoso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/5004667518117184663-44483508656283766?l=joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/feeds/44483508656283766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2009/04/quem-possa-interessar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/44483508656283766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/44483508656283766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2009/04/quem-possa-interessar.html' title='A qUeM pOsSa InTeReSsAr'/><author><name>Jô Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10883427488262139822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tuNfCoqaw4/TK4ImsvaapI/AAAAAAAAABg/7BLRtM7R0g4/S220/IMG_0087a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004667518117184663.post-1436355163583175691</id><published>2009-04-19T00:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:39:56.338-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Estejam à vontade!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Aqui não é preciso mais do que poesia, violão, café, ou qualquer bom pretexto para estarmos entre amigos. Se é que precisamos do pretexto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Debaixo do mesmo teto a gente se protege.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Debaixo do mesmo teto a gente brinca, canta, briga, chora, ri, acolhe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Debaixo do mesmo teto a gente fica perto demais pra eu fingir ser alguém que não sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Debaixo do mesmo teto a verdade transparece e nos liberta... e isso é muito bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;O convite não é para concordar ou discordar, mas que se tenha opinião, mesmo que seja outra. E que isso não nos afaste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Pessoas que desejam pensar e conviver, apesar das diferenças, estejam à vontade para ficarmos debaixo do mesmo teto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel Cardoso&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/5004667518117184663-1436355163583175691?l=joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/feeds/1436355163583175691/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2009/04/arte-e-graca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/1436355163583175691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004667518117184663/posts/default/1436355163583175691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelcardosomesmoteto.blogspot.com/2009/04/arte-e-graca.html' title='Estejam à vontade!!'/><author><name>Jô Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10883427488262139822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-tuNfCoqaw4/TK4ImsvaapI/AAAAAAAAABg/7BLRtM7R0g4/S220/IMG_0087a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
