<?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-5546662663861729701</id><updated>2011-09-30T16:34:15.963+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ÍRIS de LUZ</title><subtitle type='html'>Caminhos através da Palavra</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>472</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-212344706240889396</id><published>2011-09-13T10:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T10:14:35.661+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quadro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EE9VarQRm_Q/Tm8clNb0JFI/AAAAAAAABvg/Vju7r2qkHoo/s1600/267446_1774303688938_1579693052_31333824_8150424_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651767482960323666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EE9VarQRm_Q/Tm8clNb0JFI/AAAAAAAABvg/Vju7r2qkHoo/s320/267446_1774303688938_1579693052_31333824_8150424_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Tal como uma tela, nascemos em branco, puros e sem interferências... O tempo, as nossas acções e reacções vão pintando-nos com cores mil: umas mais interessantes do que outras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A vida é um quadro, um grande quadro onde se &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reúne&lt;/span&gt; um aglomerado de tonalidades e sabores. E cabe a nós pintá-lo, seja em função do instinto ou das opções fornecidas pelos cruzamentos do nosso caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não há quadros exclusivamente tristes nem quadros exclusivamente felizes. Há caminhos e resultados, ora mais belos, ora menos interessantes, mas sempre ilustrados, queiramos ou não, pela nossa assinatura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Íris&lt;/strong&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/5546662663861729701-212344706240889396?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/212344706240889396/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=212344706240889396' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/212344706240889396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/212344706240889396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2011/09/quadro.html' title='Quadro'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EE9VarQRm_Q/Tm8clNb0JFI/AAAAAAAABvg/Vju7r2qkHoo/s72-c/267446_1774303688938_1579693052_31333824_8150424_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-8087574338347400099</id><published>2010-05-11T01:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T02:01:24.777+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ondas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469809383629639010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S-iqp3RXzWI/AAAAAAAABvA/QdAe7DgQ9gU/s320/2803109.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Já todos fomos apanhados por ondas que não &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;imaginávamos&lt;/span&gt; poderem afectar-nos de uma forma tão intensa, tão injusta, tão &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;inexpetável&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas, infelizmente, as ondas são assim, por vezes traiçoeiras, tantas vezes inoportunas, outras vezes &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;destrutíveis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Contudo, e pegando no exemplo das ondas, por mais estragos que possam fazer, é certo que darão lugar a outras ondas mais suaves, mais reconfortantes, mais &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aprazíveis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por isso, mesmo quando os nossos castelos são derrubados, mesmo quando sentimos que nada fizemos para que tal acontecesse, há que, grão de areia a grão de areia, voltar a erguê-los, com mais &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;convicção&lt;/span&gt;, certos de que estes reconstruídos castelos não serão diluídos por uma outra onda qualquer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Íris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5546662663861729701-8087574338347400099?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/8087574338347400099/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=8087574338347400099' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/8087574338347400099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/8087574338347400099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2010/05/ondas.html' title='Ondas'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S-iqp3RXzWI/AAAAAAAABvA/QdAe7DgQ9gU/s72-c/2803109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-5652225295167141423</id><published>2010-05-11T01:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T01:46:10.037+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S-ilv0vmwLI/AAAAAAAABu4/Q5e_vnJOrmc/s1600/3307354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469803988472217778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S-ilv0vmwLI/AAAAAAAABu4/Q5e_vnJOrmc/s320/3307354.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Passamos grande parte do nosso percurso à procura de atingir o sol, a luz que ilumine de forma positiva o nosso ser e acontecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas o principal obstáculo, convenhamos, prende-se com a forma apressada e por vezes "cega" como tentamos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;alcançá&lt;/span&gt;-lo, recorrendo a "sombras" que, imaginamos, nos permitam aceder a atalhos que encurtem o caminho para lá chegar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O sol não se atinge &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;instantâneamente&lt;/span&gt;, nem tão pouco se ilumina por carregarmos num interruptor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O sol conquista-se com &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;perseverança&lt;/span&gt;, esforço, convicção e fé, raio a raio, degrau a degrau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E, já agora, por muito que tentamos substituir a luz do sol por outra idêntica, na verdade, sol só há um, aquele que é autêntico, que não se ilumina quando muito bem entendemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Íris&lt;/strong&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/5546662663861729701-5652225295167141423?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/5652225295167141423/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=5652225295167141423' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/5652225295167141423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/5652225295167141423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2010/05/sol.html' title='Sol'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S-ilv0vmwLI/AAAAAAAABu4/Q5e_vnJOrmc/s72-c/3307354.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-4715709939481132787</id><published>2010-05-11T01:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T01:31:35.492+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S-ikcbD3c4I/AAAAAAAABuw/mom6tHewAxQ/s1600/3459551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469802555648734082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S-ikcbD3c4I/AAAAAAAABuw/mom6tHewAxQ/s320/3459551.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; É na &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;simplicidade&lt;/span&gt; que melhor se encontram as razões para termos um percurso melhor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se repararmos, sem complicarmos, a vida é mais simples do que possamos fazer crer ou imaginar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As coisas simples, muitas das vezes, são as mais belas, inclusive em termos de resultados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas, se assim é, porque é que estamos sempre a complicar? Porque é que achamos que tudo é tão complexo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Um dos maiores erros do ser humanos, além do não dar o devido valor ao que é mais simples, é andar sempre a arranjar maneira de dar nós onde os laços são de simples resolução.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ao simplificarmos o pensamento estaremos automaticamente a simplificar os nossos gestos e, por conseguinte, os resultados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Íris&lt;/strong&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/5546662663861729701-4715709939481132787?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/4715709939481132787/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=4715709939481132787' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/4715709939481132787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/4715709939481132787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2010/05/simplicidade.html' title='Simplicidade'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S-ikcbD3c4I/AAAAAAAABuw/mom6tHewAxQ/s72-c/3459551.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-437819822658915037</id><published>2010-05-11T01:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T01:26:39.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Melodias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S-iiXErPlHI/AAAAAAAABuo/U1DSrdUBVoc/s1600/2830000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469800264717276274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S-iiXErPlHI/AAAAAAAABuo/U1DSrdUBVoc/s320/2830000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Como tudo, os dias têm melodias que nos entristecem e melodias que nos animam. Têm melodias que nos incentivam e melodias que nos desmoralizam. Mas nunca deixamos de ter melodias, ao jeito de uma banda sonora de um filme que, também como tudo, tem os seus vários &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;desfechos&lt;/span&gt;, os seus vários episódios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Assim sendo, e sabendo que teremos sempre melodias para todos os estados de espírito, o melhor que temos a fazer é aceitá-las, certos de que a seguir a um desafino certamente que chegarão notas bem mais agradáveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E porque a vida é uma banda sonora, há que encarar e aceitar que todos os filmes, sejam eles de que género forem, têm sempre a hipótese de ter um final mais feliz, ou melhor, dá-nos a hipótese de seleccionarmos as canções que melhor sirvam os nossos objectivos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Íris&lt;/strong&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/5546662663861729701-437819822658915037?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/437819822658915037/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=437819822658915037' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/437819822658915037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/437819822658915037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2010/05/melodias.html' title='Melodias'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S-iiXErPlHI/AAAAAAAABuo/U1DSrdUBVoc/s72-c/2830000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-2551906563108035798</id><published>2010-05-11T01:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T01:18:01.857+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rede</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S-iglbpOPoI/AAAAAAAABug/OlNjgHThAi8/s1600/3173307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469798312377728642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S-iglbpOPoI/AAAAAAAABug/OlNjgHThAi8/s320/3173307.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Passamos horas e horas, dias e dias, anos e anos a reclamar da nossa "rede" e do tão pouco que ela nos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;proporciona&lt;/span&gt;. E muitas vezes, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fazêmo&lt;/span&gt;-lo comparando a nossa "rede" com a dos outros, como se a nossa tivesse buracos, ou como se o "peixe" sorrisse apenas aos outros "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;anzóis&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Na verdade, e &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;independentemente&lt;/span&gt; do que possamos "pescar", nunca nos damos por plenamente satisfeitos, achando que a culpa é da "rede" com que o destino nos brindou. E é por causa de pensamentos como este que acabamos por não aproveitar convenientemente o tanto com que essa mesma "rede" nos acena, nem por sombras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Passamos os dias a desperdiçar e a desvalorizar o que temos quando, por ironia, aqueles que julgamos serem mais felizes por terem outras "redes", porventura, passam os dias a desejar o que nós devolvemos ao "mar", sem saborear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Íris&lt;/strong&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/5546662663861729701-2551906563108035798?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/2551906563108035798/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=2551906563108035798' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/2551906563108035798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/2551906563108035798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2010/05/rede.html' title='Rede'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S-iglbpOPoI/AAAAAAAABug/OlNjgHThAi8/s72-c/3173307.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-8186192627365032722</id><published>2010-05-11T01:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T01:09:04.838+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Partida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S-ietzhmV-I/AAAAAAAABuY/7n4mx7PRhR0/s1600/2450583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469796257203902434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S-ietzhmV-I/AAAAAAAABuY/7n4mx7PRhR0/s320/2450583.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Mais tarde ou mais cedo, todos acabamos por ver alguém partir. E isso, dependendo do grau de proximidade existente, pode ser mais ou menos penoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uma das melhores formas de minorar essas perdas é, dia a dia, instante a instante, fazer da vida uma espécie de jardim que se vai criando, flor a flor, pétala a pétala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Haverá melhor forma de nos despedirmos de alguém que nos é querido certos de que se floriu em conjunto, e tantas vezes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Já que a vida é um jardim que, invariavelmente, dará lugar a uma outra pradaria, porque não florescer hoje, sem deixar para amanhã, principalmente quando o amanhã poderá já ser tarde?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Íris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5546662663861729701-8186192627365032722?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/8186192627365032722/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=8186192627365032722' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/8186192627365032722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/8186192627365032722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2010/05/partida.html' title='Partida'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S-ietzhmV-I/AAAAAAAABuY/7n4mx7PRhR0/s72-c/2450583.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-404274317814368605</id><published>2010-04-20T18:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T19:03:37.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desembaraçar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S83rN4z84kI/AAAAAAAABtA/8KRg-J_jKUo/s1600/3559443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462280546891391554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S83rN4z84kI/AAAAAAAABtA/8KRg-J_jKUo/s320/3559443.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aparentemente, o único nó que não se consegue desatar é o da morte. Todos os outros, com mais ou menos dificuldade, com mais ou menos vontade, tem solução à vista, mesmo que pareça uma vista distante ou impossível de alcançar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nunca se deve partir do princípio de que há nós que não conseguiremos desatar ou, pior ainda, não permitiremos que se desatem. Afinal, se os criamos, ou se estamos envolvidos neles ou com eles, é porque desatá-los ou resolvê-los é perfeitamente possível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E, se assim é, tendo em atenção que os nós, quase sempre, são entraves aos nossos próprios percursos, porque não equacionar trocar o apertar constante desses mesmos nós pelo suavizar do laço, como que permitindo que esses nós possam &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;desembaraçar&lt;/span&gt;-se por si, ou com a nossa intervenção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se os nós só atrapalham, e muitas das vezes não merecem o peso que têm, porque não aliviar a nossa corda da vida, e a dos outros?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Íris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5546662663861729701-404274317814368605?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/404274317814368605/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=404274317814368605' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/404274317814368605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/404274317814368605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2010/04/desembaracar.html' title='Desembaraçar'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S83rN4z84kI/AAAAAAAABtA/8KRg-J_jKUo/s72-c/3559443.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-8398920746009392938</id><published>2010-04-20T18:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T18:57:13.844+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Marinheiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S83pv2cIXyI/AAAAAAAABs4/N_ATUyDQwBM/s1600/3191244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462278931346906914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S83pv2cIXyI/AAAAAAAABs4/N_ATUyDQwBM/s320/3191244.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Obviamente que não é em terra que se consegue velejar. Mas, por vezes, é importante estacionar em terra para avaliar as rotas do que se pretende conquistar pelos mares e marés do nosso percurso.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Os marinheiros não estão sempre em alto-mar e, mais do que isso, aprendem quase tudo o que sabem em terra, sem a interferência das ondas, dos ventos, das tempestades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Assim sendo, antes de velejar, ou entre viagens, porque não assentar o leme em terra firme, nem que seja apenas para verificar se a tal rota está a ser seguida como desejado ou se, porventura, o barco necessitará de um ou outro remendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Velejar não implica apenas seguir as estrelas ou deixar-se guiar pelas marés. Há factores que merecem um segundo olhar, um segundo pensar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Íris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5546662663861729701-8398920746009392938?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/8398920746009392938/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=8398920746009392938' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/8398920746009392938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/8398920746009392938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2010/04/marinheiro.html' title='Marinheiro'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S83pv2cIXyI/AAAAAAAABs4/N_ATUyDQwBM/s72-c/3191244.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-4805790466872872452</id><published>2010-04-20T18:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T18:50:51.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Orvalho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S83oU8bZrhI/AAAAAAAABsw/YpNppMw8Ypg/s1600/3091408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462277369586363922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S83oU8bZrhI/AAAAAAAABsw/YpNppMw8Ypg/s320/3091408.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Há que não fazer do orvalho uma chuva torrencial. Há que saber medir com clareza a diferença entre o mau e o menos bom, mesmo quando tudo aponta para o pior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Afinal, a vida também nos ensina a controlar os exageros, a verificar com maior perícia o grau das coisas, dos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;acontecimentos&lt;/span&gt;, dos resultados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por isso, e antes de decretar o pior dos resultados, há que ter a frieza de avaliar convenientemente os verdadeiros prós e contras do que nos é dado a ver ou a sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O exagero nunca foi amigo de nada, principalmente em alturas em que a nossa decisão pode ser afectada por aquilo que julgamos ser uma tragédia e, bem medidas as coisas, pode não passar de uma queda de orvalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Íris&lt;/strong&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/5546662663861729701-4805790466872872452?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/4805790466872872452/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=4805790466872872452' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/4805790466872872452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/4805790466872872452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2010/04/orvalho.html' title='Orvalho'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S83oU8bZrhI/AAAAAAAABsw/YpNppMw8Ypg/s72-c/3091408.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-1545353106239880989</id><published>2010-04-20T18:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T18:45:16.379+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperança</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S83nMmQO9eI/AAAAAAAABso/cV6u0ACxbr4/s1600/3470349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462276126683362786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S83nMmQO9eI/AAAAAAAABso/cV6u0ACxbr4/s320/3470349.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por mais que a vida nos esconda do sol, sabemos que ele existe, sabemos que ele voltará a sorrir-nos, a abraçar-nos, a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aconchegar&lt;/span&gt;-nos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E é com esse princípio que devemos partir sempre para o "pós-derrotas", sejam elas de que tipo forem. Devemos ter em mente que a escuridão &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dará&lt;/span&gt; sempre lugar a uma nova luz, porventura ainda mais envolvente do que o cinzento de determinados momentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Afinal, os dias, tal como a vida, têm vários tipos de luminosidade, inclusive na ausência dessa mesma luminosidade. Por isso, mais do que nos entregarmos ao escuro, devemos alimentar-nos da certeza da chegada de um novo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;alento&lt;/span&gt;, de uma nova luz, por mais que pareça demorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A luz nunca se apaga, o que se apaga é a esperança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Íris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5546662663861729701-1545353106239880989?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/1545353106239880989/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=1545353106239880989' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/1545353106239880989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/1545353106239880989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2010/04/esperanca.html' title='Esperança'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S83nMmQO9eI/AAAAAAAABso/cV6u0ACxbr4/s72-c/3470349.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-727803232503050792</id><published>2010-04-20T18:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T18:40:28.502+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mãos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S83mOQ8DtvI/AAAAAAAABsg/wU0QFhBh78w/s1600/3229454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462275055809705714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S83mOQ8DtvI/AAAAAAAABsg/wU0QFhBh78w/s320/3229454.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Perdemos demasiado tempo com as mãos afastadas, inclusive de nós mesmos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E é naquelas alturas difíceis, as de perda ou de derrota, que nos incriminamos por essa falha repetida vezes sem conta, consciente e inconscientemente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que mal tem dar as mãos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que mal tem dizer a alguém que se gosta dessa pessoa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que mal tem dar um abraço, mesmo que seja do nada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mal, convenhamos, ou se preferirmos, mal-estar, tem aquele sentir que deveríamos ter dado as mãos mais vezes, inclusive a nós mesmos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Íris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5546662663861729701-727803232503050792?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/727803232503050792/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=727803232503050792' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/727803232503050792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/727803232503050792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2010/04/maos.html' title='Mãos'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S83mOQ8DtvI/AAAAAAAABsg/wU0QFhBh78w/s72-c/3229454.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-4066487550476229223</id><published>2010-04-20T18:30:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T18:36:12.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Palco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S83ldMkMa6I/AAAAAAAABsY/SgsZ5df_xQQ/s1600/3053721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462274212822281122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S83ldMkMa6I/AAAAAAAABsY/SgsZ5df_xQQ/s320/3053721.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A vida também é um palco, razão pela qual pautamos muitos dos nossos comportamentos pela forma como imaginamos que quem nos observa encarará os nossos gestos, as nossas opiniões, os nossos sentires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Contudo, e mesmo assim, vivendo em sociedade, não devemos deixar de realizar o que entendemos estar de acordo com a nossa própria vontade, não devemos deixar de acontecer em função do juízo dos outros.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se o espectáculo é nosso, devemos ser nós o realizador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sempre que as suas acções não afectem terceiros, aja por si, em prol de si, sem receios, sem contenções, sem dúvidas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Íris &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5546662663861729701-4066487550476229223?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/4066487550476229223/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=4066487550476229223' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/4066487550476229223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/4066487550476229223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2010/04/palco.html' title='Palco'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S83ldMkMa6I/AAAAAAAABsY/SgsZ5df_xQQ/s72-c/3053721.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-1152816617384132382</id><published>2010-04-19T12:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T12:23:30.519+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Florir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8w7YONMdrI/AAAAAAAABrY/DtouRjmrMOw/s1600/3499410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461805735409907378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8w7YONMdrI/AAAAAAAABrY/DtouRjmrMOw/s320/3499410.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uma das melhores dádivas da vida é termos a hipótese de ajudar, de fazer bem ao outro, por muito pouco que isso pareça representar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A hipótese de, através de um simples gesto, podermos ser úteis pode ter um valor &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inigualável&lt;/span&gt;, determinante, inclusive para nós, enquanto emissores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Devemos&lt;/span&gt; procurar sempre estar atentos a quem nos rodeia, inclusive aos desconhecidos, porque há sempre alturas em que o nosso papel pode ser importante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ao fecharmos os olhos aos outros, no fundo, estamos a fechar os olhos a nós, e certamente que não gostaríamos de ser ignorados, principalmente em alturas em que necessitamos de uma mão, de uma palavra, de um pouco de atenção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por vezes, para florirmos mais e melhor, temos que saber fazer florir os outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Íris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5546662663861729701-1152816617384132382?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/1152816617384132382/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=1152816617384132382' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/1152816617384132382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/1152816617384132382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2010/04/florir.html' title='Florir'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8w7YONMdrI/AAAAAAAABrY/DtouRjmrMOw/s72-c/3499410.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-158121609319544181</id><published>2010-04-19T12:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T12:14:09.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Singular</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8w5YXi40HI/AAAAAAAABrQ/TF6K1adlP6g/s1600/3285580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461803538893557874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8w5YXi40HI/AAAAAAAABrQ/TF6K1adlP6g/s320/3285580.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Todos somos diferentes, mesmo quando parecemos iguais, parecidos, inclusive nos gestos, na forma como reagimos, inclusive nos caminhos que escolhemos percorrer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ao pensarmos que somos iguais ao "a" ou ao "b", no fundo, estamos, a desvalorizar a nossa própria e exclusiva identidade, estamos a decepcionar o todo que fomos erguendo ao longo dos anos, ao longo das experiências e &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aprendizagem&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ninguém é &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exactamente&lt;/span&gt; igual. Ninguém é uma cópia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por mais parecidos que sejamos ou queiramos ser, na verdade, somos bem diferentes uns dos outros, e é isso que nos faz especiais, é isso que nos deve incentivar a querer aperfeiçoar o único que somos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Orgulhe-se de ser quem é, principalmente pela &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;singularidade&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Íris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5546662663861729701-158121609319544181?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/158121609319544181/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=158121609319544181' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/158121609319544181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/158121609319544181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2010/04/singular.html' title='Singular'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8w5YXi40HI/AAAAAAAABrQ/TF6K1adlP6g/s72-c/3285580.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-5520781725233956870</id><published>2010-04-19T11:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T12:05:20.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Universo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8w3q8keqsI/AAAAAAAABrI/6DzyM3dmKXA/s1600/3463854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461801659046734530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8w3q8keqsI/AAAAAAAABrI/6DzyM3dmKXA/s320/3463854.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ninguém deve optar por viver exclusivamente no seu mundo, mesmo fazendo do seu próprio mundo um local especial.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É na relação entre os vários mundos, entre as várias pessoas e sensibilidades que se aprende a cultivar mais e melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quem opta por viver fechado e longe de interferências acaba por deixar que o seu mundo seque, acaba por fazer do seu mundo um lugar inóspito, sem esperança, sem vontade própria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O universo é feito de mundos, e nós fomos feitos para fazer parte do universo, mesmo quando achamos, erradamente, que somos o nosso próprio universo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não se isole, por mais que esteja revoltado com os outros mundos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Íris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5546662663861729701-5520781725233956870?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/5520781725233956870/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=5520781725233956870' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/5520781725233956870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/5520781725233956870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2010/04/universo.html' title='Universo'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8w3q8keqsI/AAAAAAAABrI/6DzyM3dmKXA/s72-c/3463854.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-2177348034311639232</id><published>2010-04-19T11:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T11:59:00.418+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8w2R0kSBdI/AAAAAAAABrA/iMj45Jlhdr4/s1600/3272280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461800127890064850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8w2R0kSBdI/AAAAAAAABrA/iMj45Jlhdr4/s320/3272280.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Há alturas na vida em que ficamos decepcionados com os resultados obtidos, principalmente quando entendemos que fizemos tudo o que estava ao nosso alcance para conseguir um determinado fim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É como se o rio que fomos alimentando, de repente, nos informasse que toda a sua água escapou por uma qualquer fenda que não detectamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O que fazer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tudo e mais alguma coisa, mas sempre sem &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;desistir&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Afinal, como em todos os rios, o importante é não deixá-los secarem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Íris&lt;/strong&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/5546662663861729701-2177348034311639232?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/2177348034311639232/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=2177348034311639232' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/2177348034311639232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/2177348034311639232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2010/04/rio.html' title='Rio'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8w2R0kSBdI/AAAAAAAABrA/iMj45Jlhdr4/s72-c/3272280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-3516179075238305378</id><published>2010-04-19T11:47:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T11:53:02.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cegueira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8w02d32LYI/AAAAAAAABq4/eathPKPPxow/s1600/3262878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461798558430014850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8w02d32LYI/AAAAAAAABq4/eathPKPPxow/s320/3262878.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não é o cego que não quer ver, quem vê é que por vezes permite-se ficar cego.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Umas vezes por ingenuidade, outras por franca teimosia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Contudo, para se conseguir ver com clareza, é importante que não nos restrinjamos aos ângulos de observação que julgamos serem os únicos existentes. É que há sempre novas perspectivas, novas maneiras de ver a vida e aquilo que ela nos quer fazer ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nada é perfeitamente claro, principalmente quando se entende que não há mais do que um lado para ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A vida, muitas vezes, vê-se melhor de olhos fechados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Íris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5546662663861729701-3516179075238305378?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/3516179075238305378/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=3516179075238305378' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/3516179075238305378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/3516179075238305378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2010/04/cegueira.html' title='Cegueira'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8w02d32LYI/AAAAAAAABq4/eathPKPPxow/s72-c/3262878.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-454383501049461540</id><published>2010-04-19T11:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T11:46:55.479+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonalidades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8wz1KNMLdI/AAAAAAAABqw/ojteFK1c8Y4/s1600/3278385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461797436459331026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8wz1KNMLdI/AAAAAAAABqw/ojteFK1c8Y4/s320/3278385.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O céu nem sempre pode ser azul, principalmente para que possamos valorizar as suas várias tonalidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nem sempre podemos ver tudo como desejamos, nem tão pouco exigir que tudo seja como julgavamos que seria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Na vida, e em tudo o que ela engloba, há sempre várias tonalidades, vários factores que as determinam, mesmo quando achamos que a estamos a pintar com as cores certas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por isso, sempre que a cor destoa, há que tentar compensar as perdas com novos tons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Íris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5546662663861729701-454383501049461540?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/454383501049461540/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=454383501049461540' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/454383501049461540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/454383501049461540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2010/04/tonalidades.html' title='Tonalidades'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8wz1KNMLdI/AAAAAAAABqw/ojteFK1c8Y4/s72-c/3278385.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-8251862448572573344</id><published>2010-04-16T17:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T17:58:20.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Caminho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8iV1Uc0EjI/AAAAAAAABpw/n1SIftjHdgM/s1600/3364943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460779291441893938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8iV1Uc0EjI/AAAAAAAABpw/n1SIftjHdgM/s320/3364943.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por mais placas direccionais que nos apresentem, por mais sentidos que nos queiram impingir, devemos sempre optar pelas linhas do sentir, pelo caminho que o nosso interior nos sussurra, mesmo que, mais tarde, nos possamos arrepender. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nenhum caminho é completamente perfeito, nenhum caminho é totalmente imaculado, nenhum caminho é especialmente melhor. Mas, com as nossas próprias "pernas", certamente que encontraremos o caminho mais autêntico, o caminho que, no fundo, é o nosso, o do nosso &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pressentir&lt;/span&gt;, o da nossa própria orientação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E mais, se nos perdermos, por mais errados que estejamos, ao menos, saberemos que aquele caminho tem a nossa assinatura, para o bem e para o mal, seja qual for o seu fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Íris  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5546662663861729701-8251862448572573344?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/8251862448572573344/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=8251862448572573344' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/8251862448572573344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/8251862448572573344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2010/04/caminho.html' title='Caminho'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8iV1Uc0EjI/AAAAAAAABpw/n1SIftjHdgM/s72-c/3364943.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-8597758831856650199</id><published>2010-04-16T17:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T17:51:36.809+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Luz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8iUJqv7XCI/AAAAAAAABpo/stszzO0uIpg/s1600/3430071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460777442001771554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8iUJqv7XCI/AAAAAAAABpo/stszzO0uIpg/s320/3430071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A luz de uma pessoas não se mede pela claridade com que esta se apresenta mas sim pela forma como a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;energia&lt;/span&gt; que a a envolve interfere naquilo que é ou pretende atingir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A luz, refira-se, mais não é do que o iluminar do que temos de melhor, do que somos de melhor, do que melhor podemos fazer em prol de nós e dos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No fundo, quando se transmite o voto de luz a alguém, deseja-se que esse ser seja suficientemente iluminado de maneira a conseguir concretizar o que de melhor almeja, para si e para os outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por isso, e porque nunca é demais, aqui ficam Votos de Muita Luz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Íris&lt;/strong&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/5546662663861729701-8597758831856650199?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/8597758831856650199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=8597758831856650199' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/8597758831856650199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/8597758831856650199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2010/04/luz.html' title='Luz'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8iUJqv7XCI/AAAAAAAABpo/stszzO0uIpg/s72-c/3430071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-8122772434037341986</id><published>2010-04-16T17:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T17:44:04.378+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8iSyqm5VkI/AAAAAAAABpg/iTJzmQqvkX8/s1600/3241617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460775947315271234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8iSyqm5VkI/AAAAAAAABpg/iTJzmQqvkX8/s320/3241617.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Sem nos apercebermos, à nossa volta, temos mais pontes do que imaginamos, temos mais "tábuas de salvação" do que &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;contabilizamos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E, se elas existem, certamente que lá estão para nos poderem ser úteis, para nos servirem, muitas vezes com especial prazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O problema, convenhamos, é que nem sempre as conseguimos ver, às tábuas e às pontes, aquela espécie de luz ao fundo do túnel que, na verdade, por mais escondida que esteja, existe, e para nos auxiliar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Contudo, convém não esquecer que a melhor ponte nem sempre é aquela diz sê-lo, mas sim a que os nossos sentidos, quando mais atentos, conseguem ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Íris&lt;/strong&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/5546662663861729701-8122772434037341986?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/8122772434037341986/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=8122772434037341986' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/8122772434037341986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/8122772434037341986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2010/04/ponte.html' title='Ponte'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8iSyqm5VkI/AAAAAAAABpg/iTJzmQqvkX8/s72-c/3241617.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-4625898840971734162</id><published>2010-04-16T17:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T17:38:07.262+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lago</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8iRUjz0q5I/AAAAAAAABpY/QoFdDWbTcEU/s1600/3615117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460774330582739858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8iRUjz0q5I/AAAAAAAABpY/QoFdDWbTcEU/s320/3615117.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Os lagos são conhecidos por serem locais estagnados, mesmo sabendo nós que, dentro deles, não faltam acções e reacções, por mais inquinadas que estejam as águas, por mais mortas que pareçam as, aparentemente, inexistentes correntes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quando se embarca num lago, mesmo quando, à volta, não se vislumbram saídas, há que ter em mente que há sempre forma de não deixar a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;água&lt;/span&gt; "dissolver-se", e muito menos em vão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por mais pequeno que possa parecer o riacho, ele existe. E da mesma forma que entra no lado, também pode sair, sejam quais forem as barreiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Os lagos só morrem quando a água não faz nada para se transformar em corrente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Íris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5546662663861729701-4625898840971734162?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/4625898840971734162/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=4625898840971734162' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/4625898840971734162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/4625898840971734162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2010/04/lago.html' title='Lago'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8iRUjz0q5I/AAAAAAAABpY/QoFdDWbTcEU/s72-c/3615117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-1162300485814294402</id><published>2010-04-16T17:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T17:32:43.532+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprender</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8iP8c_5ioI/AAAAAAAABpQ/prngP6wQEwM/s1600/3340477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460772816925854338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8iP8c_5ioI/AAAAAAAABpQ/prngP6wQEwM/s320/3340477.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Por vezes, aprende-se muito mais na observação do que na acção. É que a vida também nos pede para olharmos, vermos, sentirmos, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;experimentarmos&lt;/span&gt; com as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;experimentações&lt;/span&gt; dos outros, como se fossemos espectadores &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;privilegiados&lt;/span&gt;, dentro de um mesmo mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Obviamente que a acção é o melhor professor, principalmente por nos ensinar com exemplos práticos, sejam eles mais bem ou menos bem sucedidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Contudo, outra das dádivas da vida, é mostrar-nos através de outros o que podemos ou não devemos fazer, principalmente se pretendemos não reprovar em acções que podem ser determinantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cada caso é um caso, cada pessoa é uma pessoa, mas andamos todos aqui, no mesmo mundo, na mesma vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Íris&lt;/strong&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/5546662663861729701-1162300485814294402?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/1162300485814294402/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=1162300485814294402' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/1162300485814294402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/1162300485814294402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2010/04/aprender.html' title='Aprender'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8iP8c_5ioI/AAAAAAAABpQ/prngP6wQEwM/s72-c/3340477.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-3969452928634297254</id><published>2010-04-16T17:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T17:26:45.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Atalhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460771542608465154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8iOyRy9TQI/AAAAAAAABpI/mIbN9qw4YRs/s320/3608261.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É inequívoco que não faltam percursos cinzentos, que a vida nos dá momentos de menor vontade, de menor alegria. Mas isso não implica que nos entreguemos a essa crueldade sofredora, a essa desistência momentânea, à espera que o sol chegue, sem nada fazer para contrariar essa paragem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mesmos os caminhos mais penosos têm percursos e atalhos alternativos que nos dão a hipótese de combater os elos mais tristes com acções mais positivas. Todos os caminhos têm atalhos, todos os caminhos têm um ponto de chagada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O problema, na maior parte dos casos, é ficar-se à espera que o caminho caminhe por nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Íris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5546662663861729701-3969452928634297254?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/3969452928634297254/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=3969452928634297254' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/3969452928634297254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/3969452928634297254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2010/04/atalhos.html' title='Atalhos'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8iOyRy9TQI/AAAAAAAABpI/mIbN9qw4YRs/s72-c/3608261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-7632775555904227933</id><published>2010-04-15T02:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T02:10:03.635+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembretes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8Zl5IuS-rI/AAAAAAAABmI/6qSg7N6ZFZ4/s1600/3243787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460163630501919410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8Zl5IuS-rI/AAAAAAAABmI/6qSg7N6ZFZ4/s320/3243787.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O amor vive, e muito, de provas de amor. E, para prová-lo, para &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mantê&lt;/span&gt;-lo, não é necessário investir "este mundo e o outro", mas é necessário alimentá-lo, constantemente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O amor não é o mesmo que uma fugaz paixão, nem tão pouco necessita de constantes explosões de sentimentos para se afirmar, para se manter. Contudo, e a bem da sua saúde, evitando que ele mesmo se questione quanto ao seu valor e à sua veracidade, tendo em atenção de que é partilhado por mais do que uma pessoa, necessita de pequenos "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lembretes&lt;/span&gt;", de pequenos sinais, daqueles que o amparam e elevam com regularidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Conhece algum amor que sobreviva sozinho? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pois. É exactamente por isso que a outra "metade" deve provar e dizer que existe, e quanto mais vezes, melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Íris&lt;/strong&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/5546662663861729701-7632775555904227933?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/7632775555904227933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=7632775555904227933' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/7632775555904227933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/7632775555904227933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2010/04/lembretes.html' title='Lembretes'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8Zl5IuS-rI/AAAAAAAABmI/6qSg7N6ZFZ4/s72-c/3243787.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-3408452351022380496</id><published>2010-04-15T01:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T02:02:41.451+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Asas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8ZkLp3yKAI/AAAAAAAABmA/kLNRudvFLAA/s1600/3431853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460161749614471170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8ZkLp3yKAI/AAAAAAAABmA/kLNRudvFLAA/s320/3431853.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Todos os sonhos começam por ser sonhos. Nenhum sonho nasce com asas. É este o princípio que temos que ter em mente de cada vez que equacionamos desistir de um determinado objectivo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Conhece algum sonho que tenha nascido com asas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Obviamente que há formas de se conseguir chegar à concretização de um sonho de uma maneira mais rápida, menos difícil, menos trabalhosa. Mas, na verdade, a mais valia da &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;concretização&lt;/span&gt; de um sonho está no sentir da sua criação, degrau a degrau. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Há sonhos que podem ser comprados mas, se se pensar bem, não são a mesma coisa, já que são sonhos comprados e não sonhos construídos, o que faz uma diferença determinante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por isso, em vez de desistir de um sonho, comece por, pena a pena, construir as suas asas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Íris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5546662663861729701-3408452351022380496?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/3408452351022380496/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=3408452351022380496' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/3408452351022380496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/3408452351022380496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2010/04/asas.html' title='Asas'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8ZkLp3yKAI/AAAAAAAABmA/kLNRudvFLAA/s72-c/3431853.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-2787976897285165455</id><published>2010-04-15T01:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T01:54:41.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amarras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8ZimLhzdWI/AAAAAAAABl4/1ztutrjVsRQ/s1600/3294182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460160006302430562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8ZimLhzdWI/AAAAAAAABl4/1ztutrjVsRQ/s320/3294182.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A melhor maneira de nos libertarmos de amarras, na maior parte dos casos, é, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;lentamente&lt;/span&gt; e pacientemente, "humedecer" os nós dessas amarras, como se &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;estivessemos&lt;/span&gt;, grão a grão, a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;construir&lt;/span&gt; um castelo, por mais demorado que possa parecer o seu fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Obviamente que as amarras têm um papel determinante e, por vezes, preocupante no desenvolvimento dos nossos percursos. Ninguém consegue caminhar correctamente se estiver com as pernas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;amarradas&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas, como em quase tudo, a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;persistência&lt;/span&gt; e a convicção conseguem sempre melhores resultados do que a inércia. E, na grande parte dos casos, com o ceder, mesmo que demorado, das amarras, se repararmos, o nosso caminhar melhor &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;significativamente&lt;/span&gt;, passo a passo, milímetro a milímetro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Íris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5546662663861729701-2787976897285165455?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/2787976897285165455/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=2787976897285165455' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/2787976897285165455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/2787976897285165455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2010/04/amarras.html' title='Amarras'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8ZimLhzdWI/AAAAAAAABl4/1ztutrjVsRQ/s72-c/3294182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-5112429360868309211</id><published>2010-04-15T01:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T01:48:29.929+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8ZhbZcUQPI/AAAAAAAABlw/QvC9SsCXUVQ/s1600/3170638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460158721547321586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8ZhbZcUQPI/AAAAAAAABlw/QvC9SsCXUVQ/s320/3170638.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As correntes são sempre barreiras difíceis para quem pretende voar para um determinado sentido, aquele que, provavelmente, todo e qualquer ser humano deseja, embora com as necessárias diferenças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O vento, infelizmente, nem sempre vem do lado que mais se deseja, nem sempre nos empurra para o caminho das nossas vontades, tantas vezes "urgentes". Mas, mesmo assim, isso não significa que tenhamos que desistir de voar, que tenhamos que baixar as asas e enterrar os sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É que, por mais que o vento nos contrarie, não faltam ventanias que os contrariem, dando-nos a hipótese de recuperar o nosso rumo, demore o que demorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Íris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5546662663861729701-5112429360868309211?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/5112429360868309211/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=5112429360868309211' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/5112429360868309211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/5112429360868309211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2010/04/vento.html' title='Vento'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8ZhbZcUQPI/AAAAAAAABlw/QvC9SsCXUVQ/s72-c/3170638.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-6557865024547506923</id><published>2010-04-15T01:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T01:43:11.943+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pavio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8Zf0Z26lEI/AAAAAAAABlo/secSZNch6ho/s1600/3279702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460156952132359234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8Zf0Z26lEI/AAAAAAAABlo/secSZNch6ho/s320/3279702.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mesmo no aglomerado de gente que se vê nas ruas, não falta quem não encontre o pavio da vida, a chama da vontade de viver e conviver.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E, por vezes, isso altera-se com uma simples "faísca", um simples gesto, um  simples passo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Falar é fácil! Claro. Mas, e &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;experimentar&lt;/span&gt;, será assim tão difícil?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O principal problema na sociedade dos dias de hoje prende-se com a falta de quem queira ouvir e ver, contrariando a galopante crescida de quem só quer falar e ser ouvido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por isso, e partindo desse princípio, se se conseguir ser ouvinte, ter-se-á grandes hipóteses de se ser escutado. Um dos lemas a seguir por quem tem receio de ser "faísca", embora querendo reacender o pavio da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Íris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5546662663861729701-6557865024547506923?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/6557865024547506923/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=6557865024547506923' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/6557865024547506923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/6557865024547506923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2010/04/pavio.html' title='Pavio'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8Zf0Z26lEI/AAAAAAAABlo/secSZNch6ho/s72-c/3279702.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-45491510999207549</id><published>2010-04-15T01:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T01:36:26.886+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8ZeJmU6CaI/AAAAAAAABlg/MaZGw2phkDo/s1600/3064053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460155117233375650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8ZeJmU6CaI/AAAAAAAABlg/MaZGw2phkDo/s320/3064053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O silêncio nunca foi nem será a melhor maneira de ultrapassar obstáculos, de sarar feridas ou de resolver problemas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O diálogo, por muito que possa custar, tem sempre mais hipóteses de funcionar como um "seguir em frente" do que qualquer tentativa de que o tempo resolva o que houver para ultrapassar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não é o silêncio quem dá as melhores respostas, nem tão pouco é o silêncio que ajuda a cicatrizar eventuais dores. O silêncio é apenas mais uma espécie de refúgio que, muitas das vezes, apresenta &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exactamente&lt;/span&gt; o contrário do desejado, aumentando substancialmente os problemas jé existentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Falar pode prejudicar, mas tem sempre mais hipóteses de ajudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Íris&lt;/strong&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/5546662663861729701-45491510999207549?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/45491510999207549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=45491510999207549' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/45491510999207549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/45491510999207549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2010/04/silencio.html' title='Silêncio'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/S8ZeJmU6CaI/AAAAAAAABlg/MaZGw2phkDo/s72-c/3064053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-5095948100062596479</id><published>2009-12-10T17:58:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-04-14T12:42:24.341+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Árvore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SyE27Z0c0QI/AAAAAAAABhA/DVtmerIsErM/s1600-h/3042447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413668621247107330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SyE27Z0c0QI/AAAAAAAABhA/DVtmerIsErM/s320/3042447.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As árvores, tal como as pessoas, por muito paradas que estejam, por muito isoladas que aparentem estar, também elas precisam de sombra, também elas precisam de sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Há um tempo para tudo, inclusive num único dia, num único momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ninguém vive bem exclusivamente ao sol. Ninguém vive bem exclusivamente à sombra. Ninguém vive bem sem alegrias nem &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tempestades&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tudo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;funciona&lt;/span&gt; como um ciclo, onde o menos bom nos ensina a valorizarmos o bom e onde o bom nos explica a diferença para com o menos bom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tudo é assim: ora com trovoada, ora com arco-íris, mas sempre com acontecimentos aos quais não conseguimos fugir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ninguém nasceu para ser apenas sombra. Ninguém vive para ser somente sol. Tudo faz parte da vida.&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/5546662663861729701-5095948100062596479?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/5095948100062596479/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=5095948100062596479' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/5095948100062596479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/5095948100062596479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2009/12/arvore.html' title='Árvore'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SyE27Z0c0QI/AAAAAAAABhA/DVtmerIsErM/s72-c/3042447.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-3075359677584502244</id><published>2009-12-10T17:51:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-10T18:13:57.022Z</updated><title type='text'>Quadro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SyE1Vbg_DpI/AAAAAAAABg4/KlSUbKadmys/s1600-h/2765223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 218px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413666869355679378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SyE1Vbg_DpI/AAAAAAAABg4/KlSUbKadmys/s320/2765223.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nenhum quadro se pinta a ele próprio. Nenhum quadro nos oferece as aguarelas por obra e graça do destino. Nenhum quadro é definitivamente sombrio, ou incolor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Os quadros, para bom entendedor, são, acima de tudo, telas, telas muitas vezes em branco, onde devemos tentar colorir o que a vida nos&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ilustra&lt;/span&gt;, inclusive quando temos vontade de pousar os pincéis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nenhum quadro nasce perfeito. Nenhum quadro nasce definitivamente acabado. É por isso que as aguarelas estão sempre à "mão de semear", estão sempre prontas a serem usadas, e sempre em alternativa ao descolorido que, muitas vezes, e à força, nos obriga a pintar, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recorrendo&lt;/span&gt; a outras cores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Por vezes, é no gesto de pintar que percebemos o tempo que perdemos a interpretar o descolorido em que se pode transformar numa sonhada obra de arte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pinte sempre. Acredite no poder da cor. &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/5546662663861729701-3075359677584502244?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/3075359677584502244/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=3075359677584502244' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/3075359677584502244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/3075359677584502244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2009/12/quadro.html' title='Quadro'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SyE1Vbg_DpI/AAAAAAAABg4/KlSUbKadmys/s72-c/2765223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-9035307373108008224</id><published>2009-12-10T17:47:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-10T18:09:51.816Z</updated><title type='text'>Fado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SyE0QMjSnEI/AAAAAAAABgw/296yOIXvKSM/s1600-h/2273473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413665679927843906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SyE0QMjSnEI/AAAAAAAABgw/296yOIXvKSM/s320/2273473.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Muitos de nós repetem vezes sem conta que a vida é um fado. E, se calhar, até o é. Mas, tal conotação - aquela do primeiro impacto, não tem que ser associada ao negativismo com que, geralmente, se absorve essa expressão.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Afinal, há vários tipos de fado: triste, alegre, à desgarrada, vadio... E, como facilmente se entende, muitos dos fados dependem essencialmente da maneira como se toca a "guitarra", da maneira como se cantam as "palavras", da vontade com que se afina ou desafina no "refrão".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O fado não é triste. Triste é quem faz dele um caminho exclusivo de lágrimas, quando, em alternativa, há canções que fazem da vida um fado muito feliz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Muitas das vezes, o "desafinar" está na "guitarra", e não nas palavras.&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/5546662663861729701-9035307373108008224?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/9035307373108008224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=9035307373108008224' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/9035307373108008224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/9035307373108008224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2009/12/fado.html' title='Fado'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SyE0QMjSnEI/AAAAAAAABgw/296yOIXvKSM/s72-c/2273473.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-5760506690890393729</id><published>2009-12-10T17:41:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-10T18:08:06.204Z</updated><title type='text'>Voltas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SyEza4sAL9I/AAAAAAAABgo/QjplNdBrR3E/s1600-h/1694322.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413664764062609362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SyEza4sAL9I/AAAAAAAABgo/QjplNdBrR3E/s320/1694322.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Todos sabemos que a vida é uma espécie de roda gigante, por vezes, muito iluminada, outras vezes, algo apagada, mas sempre em rotação, sempre em mutação, sempre em ritmo de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aprendizagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, sempre viva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se, ao parar por instantes, nos dermos conta de que, como em todas as rodas, há sempre altos e baixos, certamente que aprenderemos a aceitar o que as "voltas da vida" nos faz entender, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;independentemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; do imediato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nos nossos caminhos, aceitemos ou não, há sempre ciclos que condicionam a nossa vontade, o nosso querer, e até os nossos sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As rodas não param, demos as "voltas" que dermos. E nós, também não.&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/5546662663861729701-5760506690890393729?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/5760506690890393729/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=5760506690890393729' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/5760506690890393729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/5760506690890393729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2009/12/voltas.html' title='Voltas'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SyEza4sAL9I/AAAAAAAABgo/QjplNdBrR3E/s72-c/1694322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-1548450333177870722</id><published>2009-12-10T17:29:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-10T18:06:26.615Z</updated><title type='text'>Natureza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SyExW55xVXI/AAAAAAAABgg/6M5DSb__9TM/s1600-h/1626660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 302px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413662496646059378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SyExW55xVXI/AAAAAAAABgg/6M5DSb__9TM/s320/1626660.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A natureza dá-nos inúmeros ensinamentos, inclusive no que diz respeito à necessidade de termos mais respeito por ela e por nós, já que fazemos parte da própria natureza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pena é que, muitas das vezes, achemos que o nosso "pequeno", irresponsável e &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;irreflectido&lt;/span&gt; gesto não fará grande diferença no meio de tantas atrocidades. Mas, na verdade, somos nós quem colhe aquilo que semeamos, para o bem e para o mal, nosso e dos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Afinal, a vida também é feita de pequenos grandes gestos. E, para grandes remédios, por vezes, bastam pequenas correcções, pequenos ajustes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Se nos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;auto-disciplinarmos&lt;/span&gt;, se nos preocuparmos mais e se nos dermos ao trabalho de mudar comportamentos negativos, certamente que estaremos a contribuir para uma causa maior, para um melhor bem-estar, de todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E não custa assim tanto!&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/5546662663861729701-1548450333177870722?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/1548450333177870722/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=1548450333177870722' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/1548450333177870722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/1548450333177870722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2009/12/natureza.html' title='Natureza'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SyExW55xVXI/AAAAAAAABgg/6M5DSb__9TM/s72-c/1626660.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-3820720165731355313</id><published>2009-11-19T11:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-19T11:48:38.605Z</updated><title type='text'>Brechas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SwUvWBWtbcI/AAAAAAAABe4/Go7QjoG0K2k/s1600/3090121.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 229px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405778983095463362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SwUvWBWtbcI/AAAAAAAABe4/Go7QjoG0K2k/s320/3090121.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nenhuma rocha é suficientemente &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;insensível&lt;/span&gt; às ondas que a atingem. Nenhuma rocha é suficientemente sólida para resistir a todas as intempéries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E é por isso que, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;independentemente&lt;/span&gt; dos muros com que nos cerquemos, estaremos sempre à mercê de tudo o que nos rodeia, de tudo o que interfere, de tudo o que os outros podem gerar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Obviamente que devemos proteger-nos o mais possível de eventuais falhas, mas, daí a vivermos cercados por grades e tapumes, vai uma grande distância, aquela que nos permite, ou não, viver a vida, tal como ela é, e deve ser, com brechas.&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/5546662663861729701-3820720165731355313?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/3820720165731355313/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=3820720165731355313' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/3820720165731355313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/3820720165731355313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2009/11/brechas.html' title='Brechas'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SwUvWBWtbcI/AAAAAAAABe4/Go7QjoG0K2k/s72-c/3090121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-7368544248040512994</id><published>2009-11-19T11:33:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-19T11:42:05.296Z</updated><title type='text'>Sabores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SwUtPQMHmYI/AAAAAAAABew/16Oashoe8NU/s1600/3071221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405776667795233154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SwUtPQMHmYI/AAAAAAAABew/16Oashoe8NU/s320/3071221.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A vida tem sempre o dom de nos fazer provar diversos sabores, ora mais amargos, ora mais doces, mas sempre diferentes, sempre especiais, sempre únicos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;incontornável&lt;/span&gt; que não existe vida sem sal ou açúcar, que ninguém, por mais experiente que seja, consegue dosear meticulosamente os caprichos da existência. Mas, mesmo assim, e quando se trata de retirar o sumo a cada vivência, se se apurarem os sentidos, verificar-se-á que nada é completamente doce, nada é completamente amargo. É sempre a vida que se doseia a ela mesma, independentemente de acharmos ou não que nos serve com as quantidades certas.&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/5546662663861729701-7368544248040512994?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/7368544248040512994/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=7368544248040512994' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/7368544248040512994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/7368544248040512994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2009/11/sabores.html' title='Sabores'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SwUtPQMHmYI/AAAAAAAABew/16Oashoe8NU/s72-c/3071221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-5938568596829878939</id><published>2009-11-19T11:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-19T11:32:22.314Z</updated><title type='text'>Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SwUrx9reDKI/AAAAAAAABeo/q056ev-ib_c/s1600/2813740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405775065098620066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SwUrx9reDKI/AAAAAAAABeo/q056ev-ib_c/s320/2813740.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É tão simples, mas tão simples, alimentar o amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Refiro-me, logicamente, a todos os tipos de amor, aqueles intensos, verdadeiros, de coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O problema, e que chega a "a&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cinzentar&lt;/span&gt;" as relações e afectos, prende-se principalmente com a monotonia do "deixar andar porque se presume que está tudo bem". Até pode estar, mas, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haverá&lt;/span&gt; melhor maneira de colorir o amor do que pintando-o com constantes e pequenos "retoques"?&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/5546662663861729701-5938568596829878939?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/5938568596829878939/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=5938568596829878939' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/5938568596829878939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/5938568596829878939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2009/11/amor_19.html' title='Amor'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SwUrx9reDKI/AAAAAAAABeo/q056ev-ib_c/s72-c/2813740.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-5155025313968546110</id><published>2009-11-19T11:23:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-19T11:27:09.658Z</updated><title type='text'>Ponte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SwUq2f38-1I/AAAAAAAABeg/oLWzZRGtLq4/s1600/2526274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405774043485633362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SwUq2f38-1I/AAAAAAAABeg/oLWzZRGtLq4/s320/2526274.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nem todas as pontes podem ser vistas à vista desarmada. Nem todas as pontes estão onde o mapa da experiência indica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Há pontes, e pontes. E, por vezes, mais do que recorrer às pontes, há que aprender a desbravar o caminho, aquele que, mais difícil do que a própria ponte, não deixa de ser o melhor e mais importante percurso entre duas margens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se não encontra aquela ponte, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;experimente&lt;/span&gt; mudar de caminho. É que, mais do insisitir na ponte, por vezes, é preciso apostar no peão.&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/5546662663861729701-5155025313968546110?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/5155025313968546110/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=5155025313968546110' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/5155025313968546110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/5155025313968546110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2009/11/ponte.html' title='Ponte'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SwUq2f38-1I/AAAAAAAABeg/oLWzZRGtLq4/s72-c/2526274.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-8388628428120836217</id><published>2009-11-19T11:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-19T11:23:03.453Z</updated><title type='text'>Sonhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SwUpr4f-dRI/AAAAAAAABeY/xqJkTJkHn9E/s1600/_______by_thailinh.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405772761605764370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SwUpr4f-dRI/AAAAAAAABeY/xqJkTJkHn9E/s320/_______by_thailinh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sonhar faz bem à alma, ao corpo, à vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Obviamente que não podemos alimentar o nosso percurso exclusivamente à custa dos sonhos. Caso contrário, como facilmente se percebe, acabaremos por ter uma queda maior do que o próprio sonho. Mas, na medida certa, sonhar é uma mais-valia que nos pode auxiliar a encontrar melhores níveis de pensamento e, por conseguinte, de acção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mesmo que o sonho seja apenas usado para nos fazer ver um caminho mais iluminado, acredito que, no fundo, acabará por reacender muitas das luzes que, sem sonhar, se manteriam apagadas.&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/5546662663861729701-8388628428120836217?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/8388628428120836217/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=8388628428120836217' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/8388628428120836217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/8388628428120836217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2009/11/sonhar.html' title='Sonhar'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SwUpr4f-dRI/AAAAAAAABeY/xqJkTJkHn9E/s72-c/_______by_thailinh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-6870498962674769110</id><published>2009-11-19T11:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-19T11:16:18.584Z</updated><title type='text'>Páginas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SwUoJ3OdlRI/AAAAAAAABeQ/-myhOVGOR5A/s1600/1972203.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405771077636691218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SwUoJ3OdlRI/AAAAAAAABeQ/-myhOVGOR5A/s320/1972203.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nem todas as histórias, tal como as de ficção, têm finais felizes. Nem todos os contos, mesmo os inventados, têm uma fada salvadora ou um valente cavaleiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cada história, à sua maneira, é composta por vários, inúmeros capítulos. Alguns deles escritos por sorrisos, enquanto outros, também por obra dos percursos, impressos em lágrimas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas, há que nunca esquecer que todas as histórias têm o mesmo final, e que, se cá andamos, teremos que aprender a lidar melhor com as páginas da vida, estejam elas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;repletas&lt;/span&gt; de erros ou de desenhos coloridos.&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/5546662663861729701-6870498962674769110?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/6870498962674769110/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=6870498962674769110' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/6870498962674769110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/6870498962674769110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2009/11/paginas.html' title='Páginas'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SwUoJ3OdlRI/AAAAAAAABeQ/-myhOVGOR5A/s72-c/1972203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-9073767705553102975</id><published>2009-11-19T11:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-19T11:11:50.705Z</updated><title type='text'>Bola de Sabão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SwUnC-bXD4I/AAAAAAAABeI/6kHRbh6WXkg/s1600/1954017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 314px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405769859799125890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SwUnC-bXD4I/AAAAAAAABeI/6kHRbh6WXkg/s320/1954017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Há sempre uma ou outra bola de sabão que nos ilude, que nos faz sonhar demasiado alto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Há sempre uma ou muitas bolas de sabão que rebentam, quando jamais imaginávamos tal desfecho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Há sempre uma ou inúmeras bolas de sabão que não passam disso mesmo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas, nem que seja pequena e aparentemente &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;insignificante&lt;/span&gt;, se virmos bem, dizia, há sempre uma pequena bola de sabão que nos pode &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;proporcionar&lt;/span&gt; grandes feitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nenhuma &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bola&lt;/span&gt; de sabão deve ser ignorada, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;indepententemente&lt;/span&gt; das cores, por vezes desfocadas, que a pareçam envolver.&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/5546662663861729701-9073767705553102975?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/9073767705553102975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=9073767705553102975' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/9073767705553102975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/9073767705553102975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2009/11/bola-de-sabao.html' title='Bola de Sabão'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SwUnC-bXD4I/AAAAAAAABeI/6kHRbh6WXkg/s72-c/1954017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-4533521235984630043</id><published>2009-11-19T11:01:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-19T11:18:30.522Z</updated><title type='text'>Chave</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SwUllIubRbI/AAAAAAAABeA/T2qCDYQso-0/s1600/1805962.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405768247655744946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SwUllIubRbI/AAAAAAAABeA/T2qCDYQso-0/s320/1805962.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Todos, sem &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;excepção&lt;/span&gt;, procuramos pela chave da felicidade, do sucesso, da saúde, enfim, da alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O problema, no entanto, é esquecermos, demasiadas vezes, do local onde ela está, a chave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É que, num chaveiro com novas e diferentes chaves, a cada dia, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;perdemo&lt;/span&gt;-nos inúmeras vezes a abrir portas que, na verdade, fazem-nos esquecer o caminho para as verdadeiras "entradas".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Há que nunca esquecer que a chave, seja ela qual for, tanto abre como fecha portas, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;independentemente&lt;/span&gt; de nos iludirmos ou não com as intituladas "aberturas fáceis".&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/5546662663861729701-4533521235984630043?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/4533521235984630043/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=4533521235984630043' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/4533521235984630043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/4533521235984630043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2009/11/chave.html' title='Chave'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SwUllIubRbI/AAAAAAAABeA/T2qCDYQso-0/s72-c/1805962.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-3515830696061084931</id><published>2009-11-19T10:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-19T11:01:15.089Z</updated><title type='text'>Ódio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SwUklVCXPYI/AAAAAAAABd4/4O-ft8sdn4Y/s1600/1882892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405767151448964482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SwUklVCXPYI/AAAAAAAABd4/4O-ft8sdn4Y/s320/1882892.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O ódio é um dos mais complicados venenos da sociedade, enquanto barreira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por que é que se odeia tanto? Haverá efectivas e válidas razões para isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Acredito que esta questão, analisada de vários prismas, na maior parte das vezes, não tem razão de ser. Mas o mais preocupante é que, este veneno, consegue, do nada, transformar-se numa imensa tempestade, e sempre com resultados que, tanto o seu autor como o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;destinatário&lt;/span&gt;, não conseguem controlar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O melhor remédio para o ódio é evitá-lo, principalmente em nós. &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/5546662663861729701-3515830696061084931?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/3515830696061084931/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=3515830696061084931' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/3515830696061084931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/3515830696061084931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2009/11/odio.html' title='Ódio'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SwUklVCXPYI/AAAAAAAABd4/4O-ft8sdn4Y/s72-c/1882892.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-736310149875353489</id><published>2009-11-10T10:33:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-10T10:46:11.283Z</updated><title type='text'>Armadura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SvlBpus_C4I/AAAAAAAABc4/YpHl7SZVCHI/s1600-h/2844231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402421413174774658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SvlBpus_C4I/AAAAAAAABc4/YpHl7SZVCHI/s320/2844231.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Muitos óculos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tentam&lt;/span&gt; esconder o que se sente, o que se vive e o que se deseja. Muitos óculos funcionam como uma barreira na comunicação, ora escondendo, ora disfarçando, mas apenas com os outros, e não com a vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A vida não pode ser alterada à custa de lentes, sejam elas de ampliação, ou de coloração. A vida olha-nos nos olhos, sejam quais forem as protecções que pretendamos usar para a tentar ludibriar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Os óculos devem ser usados apenas como adereço e nunca como armadura.&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/5546662663861729701-736310149875353489?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/736310149875353489/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=736310149875353489' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/736310149875353489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/736310149875353489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2009/11/armadura.html' title='Armadura'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SvlBpus_C4I/AAAAAAAABc4/YpHl7SZVCHI/s72-c/2844231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-3064069195095293437</id><published>2009-11-10T10:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-10T10:32:50.559Z</updated><title type='text'>Cores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/Svk-MQ0GyoI/AAAAAAAABcw/ro4oBls7KtI/s1600-h/2703745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402417608400489090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/Svk-MQ0GyoI/AAAAAAAABcw/ro4oBls7KtI/s320/2703745.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O cinzento existe, e das mais variadas formas. Mas também existe o dia seguinte, aquele em que as nuvens se &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dissipam&lt;/span&gt; e que nos permite acreditar que mesmo o pior dos cenários pode conquistar tonalidades mais coloridas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É por isso que nunca nos devemos entregar ao aparente destino, mas sim lembrar que todos temos períodos negativos que fazem parte de um mar cheio, também, momentos verdadeiramente positivos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O passado e os votos para o futuro podem ajudar a conseguir uma paleta de cores menos cinzentas.&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/5546662663861729701-3064069195095293437?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/3064069195095293437/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=3064069195095293437' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/3064069195095293437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/3064069195095293437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2009/11/cores.html' title='Cores'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/Svk-MQ0GyoI/AAAAAAAABcw/ro4oBls7KtI/s72-c/2703745.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-2616141078765699425</id><published>2009-11-10T10:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-10T10:11:10.198Z</updated><title type='text'>Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/Svk7NZlWjjI/AAAAAAAABco/YX9ywe18v2E/s1600-h/2690194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402414329399512626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/Svk7NZlWjjI/AAAAAAAABco/YX9ywe18v2E/s320/2690194.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O Amor verdadeiro não escolhe rostos nem tão pouco sobrevive de imagens cuidadosamente preparadas. O Amor vive da autenticidade do sentir, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;independentemente&lt;/span&gt; de tudo o resto que o acompanhe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por muito que o "embrulho" possa iludir o olhar do coração, jamais conseguirá mentir-lhe para sempre. E quando isso acontece, das duas uma; ou o Amor é mesmo cego e fica-se pela teimosia da continuidade da inexistência, ou o fim da linha fica ao virar do instante, fazendo-o diluir-se com uma enorme brevidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ao contrário da Paixão, o Amor não se alimenta de imagens exteriores mas sim de qualidades interiores.&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/5546662663861729701-2616141078765699425?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/2616141078765699425/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=2616141078765699425' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/2616141078765699425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/2616141078765699425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2009/11/amor.html' title='Amor'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/Svk7NZlWjjI/AAAAAAAABco/YX9ywe18v2E/s72-c/2690194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-1465792145668661542</id><published>2009-11-10T10:01:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-10T10:05:26.726Z</updated><title type='text'>Repensar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/Svk6FeRoWcI/AAAAAAAABcg/rRYq65K2dTQ/s1600-h/2765500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402413093708388802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/Svk6FeRoWcI/AAAAAAAABcg/rRYq65K2dTQ/s320/2765500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por vezes, há que &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;experimentar&lt;/span&gt; o isolamento absoluto para se perceber quem somos, por onde andamos, o que a nós estamos a fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O isolamento, pensado, sentido, é sempre um excelente conselheiro, mais ainda quando acontece em alturas nas quais nem sempre nos revemos como desejamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ninguém deve ficar só, nunca. Mas, nem que seja por um momento, é importante estarmos só connosco, para nos ouvirmos e nos respondermos, de e para dentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É em nós que estão a grande parte das respostas que não vislumbramos no corre-corre dos dias. Há que parar, pensar, sentir e agir.&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/5546662663861729701-1465792145668661542?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/1465792145668661542/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=1465792145668661542' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/1465792145668661542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/1465792145668661542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2009/11/repensar.html' title='Repensar'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/Svk6FeRoWcI/AAAAAAAABcg/rRYq65K2dTQ/s72-c/2765500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-8124135408580302611</id><published>2009-11-10T09:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-10T09:56:13.012Z</updated><title type='text'>Pedidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/Svk3mL83NNI/AAAAAAAABcU/6BogX402cn8/s1600-h/2585372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402410357190243538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/Svk3mL83NNI/AAAAAAAABcU/6BogX402cn8/s320/2585372.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não basta acender uma vela e fazer um determinado pedido para que, num ápice de aparente magia, tudo se concretize tal como se pretende.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Os votos, os pedidos e os desejos necessitam de um empenho especial, que passam pela convicção com que são efectuados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não é só na vontade que se encontram os resultados, é na convicção e na fé. Nada nos é entregue porque sim, mas muito nos é &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;proporcionado&lt;/span&gt; porque assim o procuramos, mesmo que espiritualmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Os desejos realizam-se principalmente quando somos as nossas próprias velas. &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/5546662663861729701-8124135408580302611?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/8124135408580302611/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=8124135408580302611' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/8124135408580302611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/8124135408580302611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2009/11/pedidos.html' title='Pedidos'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/Svk3mL83NNI/AAAAAAAABcU/6BogX402cn8/s72-c/2585372.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-7227414024063806533</id><published>2009-11-10T09:46:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-10T09:50:52.919Z</updated><title type='text'>Regularidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/Svk2r49yJRI/AAAAAAAABcM/VW11fO9QCk0/s1600-h/2606561.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402409355661419794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/Svk2r49yJRI/AAAAAAAABcM/VW11fO9QCk0/s320/2606561.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Costuma-se dizer que "quem anda à chuva molha-se", o que não é de todo errado. Mas, por outro lado, "quem anda ao sol" pode queimar-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tudo na vida é uma questão de dosagem, razão pela qual se deve sempre tentar evitar os excessos e o excesso de riscos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Todos os percursos são melhor conduzidos quando evitadas as hipóteses de acidente. E isso depende, e muito, do condutor e das estradas que ele selecciona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não se molhe, mas não se queime. Opte pela regularidade.&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/5546662663861729701-7227414024063806533?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/7227414024063806533/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=7227414024063806533' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/7227414024063806533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/7227414024063806533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2009/11/regularidade.html' title='Regularidade'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/Svk2r49yJRI/AAAAAAAABcM/VW11fO9QCk0/s72-c/2606561.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-2246597163703241206</id><published>2009-11-03T18:01:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-03T18:11:03.235Z</updated><title type='text'>Isolamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SvBwCBp4FfI/AAAAAAAABas/4QT5LZjnqIk/s1600-h/3128011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 246px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399939133323351538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SvBwCBp4FfI/AAAAAAAABas/4QT5LZjnqIk/s320/3128011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O Mundo é feito de cruzamentos, uns possíveis, outros nem por isso, mas sempre feito de relações entre pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ninguém nasceu para estar só, para se isolar do Mundo, seja quem for, seja como for... Há sempre um igual que condiz connosco, há sempre alguém que nos quer conhecer melhor, há sempre alguém que nos quer bem, mesmo quando o nosso olhar e sentir nos tenta convencer do contrário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se o mundo fosse um lugar para solitários, pensemos bem, não seria necessário existirem pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pense nisto, e mais do que uma vez.&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/5546662663861729701-2246597163703241206?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/2246597163703241206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=2246597163703241206' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/2246597163703241206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/2246597163703241206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2009/11/isolamento.html' title='Isolamento'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SvBwCBp4FfI/AAAAAAAABas/4QT5LZjnqIk/s72-c/3128011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-8810259207784796204</id><published>2009-11-03T17:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-03T17:48:33.476Z</updated><title type='text'>Relações</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SvBr_aG04iI/AAAAAAAABak/jYIHa2a4uY8/s1600-h/2998270.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399934690301108770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SvBr_aG04iI/AAAAAAAABak/jYIHa2a4uY8/s320/2998270.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As relações, como quase tudo na vida, são uma espécie de rodas gigantes com altos e baixos, num constante equilíbrio e &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;desequilíbrio&lt;/span&gt; que, obviamente, temos que aprender a estabilizar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não é por se cair um degrau que se perde a "escada", nem por subir 2 andares que se conquista a felicidade eterna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tudo tem o seu tempo, tudo tem o seu ponto, ora mais alto, ora menos positivo, mas sempre com a certeza de que o amanhã é outro dia, mesmo quando parece demorar a chegar.&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/5546662663861729701-8810259207784796204?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/8810259207784796204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=8810259207784796204' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/8810259207784796204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/8810259207784796204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-relacoes-como-quase-tudo-na-vida-sao.html' title='Relações'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SvBr_aG04iI/AAAAAAAABak/jYIHa2a4uY8/s72-c/2998270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-7078996654091175241</id><published>2009-11-03T17:35:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-03T17:43:14.239Z</updated><title type='text'>Passado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SvBqDxIUDkI/AAAAAAAABac/bNPAD_13jjU/s1600-h/2917314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399932566177582658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SvBqDxIUDkI/AAAAAAAABac/bNPAD_13jjU/s320/2917314.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Os percursos não conseguem sobreviver alimentando-se exclusivamente de saudade, mesmo quando se recorre a ela com o intuito de realinhar agulhas, procurar remediar ou compensar sensações, resultados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A vida é feita de passos "em frente", por mais difícil que pareça ser ou seja o "deixar para trás"... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se a vida fosse feita apenas de passado não teria lógica haver um futuro, nem ão pouco um presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não é no esquecer que está a energia que nos conduzirá, mas sim no prosseguir sem esquecer, reaprendendo a andar.&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/5546662663861729701-7078996654091175241?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/7078996654091175241/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=7078996654091175241' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/7078996654091175241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/7078996654091175241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2009/11/recordacoes.html' title='Passado'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SvBqDxIUDkI/AAAAAAAABac/bNPAD_13jjU/s72-c/2917314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-1882668268977980459</id><published>2009-11-03T17:31:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-03T17:43:47.711Z</updated><title type='text'>Pavio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SvBpIIOBOrI/AAAAAAAABaU/FwiKaCCXUys/s1600-h/2346263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399931541583379122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SvBpIIOBOrI/AAAAAAAABaU/FwiKaCCXUys/s320/2346263.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Costuma-se dizer que a esperança é a última a morrer, e é um facto, mesmo para os menos crentes na luz ao fundo do túnel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Contudo, antes de desesperar com o provável apagar da vela, inúmeras vezes, há algo que pode ser feito para inverter esse caminho menos interessante. E isso passa pela atitude que temos, ou não, em relação ao assunto ou desfecho em questão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mais do que esperar que a vela sufoque o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pavio&lt;/span&gt;, há que tentar encontrar um novo "fio".&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/5546662663861729701-1882668268977980459?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/1882668268977980459/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=1882668268977980459' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/1882668268977980459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/1882668268977980459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2009/11/fio.html' title='Pavio'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SvBpIIOBOrI/AAAAAAAABaU/FwiKaCCXUys/s72-c/2346263.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-5475546473359156995</id><published>2009-10-24T21:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:06:03.038+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Velas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SuNdYyZGQuI/AAAAAAAABZs/GkeltPbspIM/s1600-h/2909583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396259458945270498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SuNdYyZGQuI/AAAAAAAABZs/GkeltPbspIM/s320/2909583.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nenhum barco tem a terra firme e vazia como destino traçado, principalmente porque - e por que não?! - o destino, se calhar, não passa de uma palavra, forte, aparentemente impiedosa, mas uma palavra, como por exemplo outras tantas palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E por falar em palavras, o avançar é uma excelente forma de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ultrapassar&lt;/span&gt; as marés secas, aquelas que nos amarram a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;terreiros&lt;/span&gt; que não condizem com o nosso querer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nenhum barco nasce para ficar ancorado, nem as pessoas.&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/5546662663861729701-5475546473359156995?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/5475546473359156995/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=5475546473359156995' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/5475546473359156995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/5475546473359156995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2009/10/velas.html' title='Velas'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SuNdYyZGQuI/AAAAAAAABZs/GkeltPbspIM/s72-c/2909583.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-4871821635806590559</id><published>2009-10-24T20:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:02:04.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pormenores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SuNcgqomGPI/AAAAAAAABZk/zuMm4c8gD0Y/s1600-h/2910880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396258494790113522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SuNcgqomGPI/AAAAAAAABZk/zuMm4c8gD0Y/s320/2910880.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não é por acaso que muito se diz que "é nos pormenores que se encontra a diferença". E, efectivamente, há pequenos e &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grandes pormenores&lt;/span&gt;, daqueles, por exemplo, que nos permitem ver um determinado acontecimento de ângulos diferentes, e não faltam ângulos, opiniões que contrariem aquilo que parece à primeira vista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Para se conseguir sustentar melhor uma tese, convém nunca descurar os pormenores, aquele fio aparentemente &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ténue&lt;/span&gt; que consegue tantas vezes evitar uma derrocada.&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/5546662663861729701-4871821635806590559?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/4871821635806590559/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=4871821635806590559' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/4871821635806590559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/4871821635806590559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2009/10/pormenores.html' title='Pormenores'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SuNcgqomGPI/AAAAAAAABZk/zuMm4c8gD0Y/s72-c/2910880.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-3265161358575023932</id><published>2009-10-19T20:40:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:50:00.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vontade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/StzA4YifA2I/AAAAAAAABY8/S5GiFtlgkXU/s1600-h/3152541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394398528575308642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/StzA4YifA2I/AAAAAAAABY8/S5GiFtlgkXU/s200/3152541.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tal como as árvores, vamos perdendo folhas, perdendo energias, e tudo em função do ritmo acelerado e dos dissabores com que o nosso percurso também nos brinda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas, por outro lado, convém não esquecer que ganhamos outras qualidades, outras forças, outra experiência, outro saber. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Os percursos, afinal, são como tudo, são feitos de ganhos e perdas, e de preferência na conquista de um equilíbrio que nos permita prosseguir na melhor das atitudes, ou seja, vivendo com vontade.&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/5546662663861729701-3265161358575023932?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/3265161358575023932/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=3265161358575023932' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/3265161358575023932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/3265161358575023932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2009/10/vontade.html' title='Vontade'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/StzA4YifA2I/AAAAAAAABY8/S5GiFtlgkXU/s72-c/3152541.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-3470978647301067970</id><published>2009-10-19T20:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:40:07.065+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Idílico?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/Sty_qq4I-4I/AAAAAAAABY0/jlbundoB1Lw/s1600-h/2759459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394397193468181378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/Sty_qq4I-4I/AAAAAAAABY0/jlbundoB1Lw/s200/2759459.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quem, ao primeiro instante, se importaria de viver constantemente em férias, numa espécie de retiro &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;idílico&lt;/span&gt;, onde pudesse fazer o que quisesse e quando quisesse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Claro que, ao &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;segundo&lt;/span&gt; instante, muitos dos que responderiam num ápice, mudariam de convicções, e tentariam encontrar um "meio-termo" que permitisse juntar o útil ao agradável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pois, mas a vida não é nem deve ser assim. Afinal, se pensarmos melhor, sem as ocupações e barreiras do dia-a-dia, tudo deixaria de ter o sabor que tem.&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/5546662663861729701-3470978647301067970?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/3470978647301067970/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=3470978647301067970' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/3470978647301067970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/3470978647301067970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2009/10/idilico.html' title='Idílico?'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/Sty_qq4I-4I/AAAAAAAABY0/jlbundoB1Lw/s72-c/2759459.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-4875723355375628275</id><published>2009-10-18T22:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T22:33:51.351+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinais</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/StuIU-Eq5wI/AAAAAAAABYM/MwkG-UcGQ2c/s1600-h/2905147.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/StuIU-Eq5wI/AAAAAAAABYM/MwkG-UcGQ2c/s200/2905147.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A vida, se repararmos com mais atenção, é feita de inúmeros sinais, de inúmeras ajudas e alertas que, se soubermos interpretar correcta e convenientemente, poderão ser um interessante e determinante instrumento no percurso que percorremos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nem tudo são sinais, também há as coincidências, e aqueles pormenores&amp;nbsp;que queremos a toda a força que sejam sinais. Mas, na verdade, os sinais - aqueles que têm mensagens efectivas, são perfeitamente perceptíveis, facilmente detectáveis.&lt;/span&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/5546662663861729701-4875723355375628275?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/4875723355375628275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=4875723355375628275' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/4875723355375628275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/4875723355375628275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2009/10/sinais.html' title='Sinais'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/StuIU-Eq5wI/AAAAAAAABYM/MwkG-UcGQ2c/s72-c/2905147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-6229584011820468289</id><published>2009-10-18T22:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T22:26:27.952+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/StuHDBHH1EI/AAAAAAAABYE/1Lzn3oPTVeM/s1600-h/2878679.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/StuHDBHH1EI/AAAAAAAABYE/1Lzn3oPTVeM/s200/2878679.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quantas vezes não gostamos daquilo que o espelho da nossa vida reflecte? Quantas vezes temos vontade de mudar completamente o percurso que as nossas opções nos condicionam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Provavelmente, haverá maneiras simples de, num ou noutro pormenor, conseguirmos melhorar a nossa auto-estima, o nosso bem-estar, a nossa vida. E não são precisos milagres, dinheiro ou uma lufada de sorte, por vezes basta mudar a nossa maneira de ver as coisas para que o nosso caminho possa fazer mais sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Há que olhar para o espelho com mais do que uma visão periférica, há que ver o outro lado do reflexo.&lt;/span&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/5546662663861729701-6229584011820468289?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/6229584011820468289/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=6229584011820468289' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/6229584011820468289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/6229584011820468289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2009/10/reflexo.html' title='Reflexo'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/StuHDBHH1EI/AAAAAAAABYE/1Lzn3oPTVeM/s72-c/2878679.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-595920851688540692</id><published>2009-10-16T18:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T18:03:50.199+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anjo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/StimT5q1ICI/AAAAAAAABXs/VpKUDY_so3A/s1600-h/%C3%82ngelo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/StimT5q1ICI/AAAAAAAABXs/VpKUDY_so3A/s200/%C3%82ngelo.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não faltam Anjos, aqueles Seres que iluminam o nosso percurso e que "estão lá", sempre, mesmo junto daqueles que não acreditam na Sua existência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Um Anjo não é aquela pessoa&amp;nbsp;que nos dita sugestões ao ouvido, nem tão pouco aquele protector que nos ampara em todas as quedas. Anjo é aquele outro "nós" que, de uma perspectiva diferente, mas não distante, vai interferindo no nosso percurso, intervindo subtilmente, de maneira a que consigamos chegar ao nosso destino, numa aprendizagem constante, que é aquilo que é a Vida, uma intensa&amp;nbsp;aprendizagem.&lt;/span&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/5546662663861729701-595920851688540692?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/595920851688540692/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=595920851688540692' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/595920851688540692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/595920851688540692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2009/10/anjo.html' title='Anjo'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/StimT5q1ICI/AAAAAAAABXs/VpKUDY_so3A/s72-c/%C3%82ngelo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-815975380743329364</id><published>2009-10-16T17:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T17:58:13.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuva</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/Stik-MSWfOI/AAAAAAAABXk/R5UwE0lya0g/s1600-h/Chuva.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/Stik-MSWfOI/AAAAAAAABXk/R5UwE0lya0g/s200/Chuva.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nem sempre conseguimos evitar a chuva, aquelas lágrimas que nos caem em catadupa, por esta ou aquela razão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Há quem diga que "faz bem", que ajuda a limpar a alma e, porventura, a fazer-nos mais fortes, mais atentos, mais selectivos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;As lágrimas fazem parte da vida, das vivências com que encaramos o dia-a-dia, e sempre numa espécie de consequência dos caminhos que escolhemos ou que vêem ao nosso encontro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Chorar não faz bem, mas pode sempre servir de alicerce para dias melhores, seja as lágrimas feitas de chuva ou de "morrinha".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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/5546662663861729701-815975380743329364?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/815975380743329364/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=815975380743329364' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/815975380743329364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/815975380743329364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2009/10/chuva.html' title='Chuva'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/Stik-MSWfOI/AAAAAAAABXk/R5UwE0lya0g/s72-c/Chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-5393917652305865764</id><published>2009-10-16T17:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T17:52:40.932+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/Stij_Oj3n2I/AAAAAAAABXc/fBpx4t0tmiQ/s1600-h/tempo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/Stij_Oj3n2I/AAAAAAAABXc/fBpx4t0tmiQ/s320/tempo.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Todos passamos pelo tempo, e tantas vezes, sem nos apercebermos, passamos ao seu lado, sem lhe darmos o verdadeiro valor, sem o saber aproveitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A vida, como dizem, são 3 dias, e 2 já passaram. E é por isso que, amiúdas vezes, devemos parar para pensar, avaliar e redirecionar o tempo que deixamos voar em vão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Há tanto para aproveitar, há tanto para fazer, há tanto para sentir... e Viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não desperdice o seu tempo. Ele é mais curto e mais importante do que imagina.&lt;/span&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/5546662663861729701-5393917652305865764?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/5393917652305865764/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=5393917652305865764' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/5393917652305865764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/5393917652305865764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2009/10/tempo.html' title='Tempo'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/Stij_Oj3n2I/AAAAAAAABXc/fBpx4t0tmiQ/s72-c/tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-7199937693817306500</id><published>2009-01-15T11:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:40:58.996Z</updated><title type='text'>Sacrifício</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SW8gI8ell_I/AAAAAAAABVg/Pd5sBQu5SjE/s1600-h/anjo+de+Luz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291483425229084658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SW8gI8ell_I/AAAAAAAABVg/Pd5sBQu5SjE/s320/anjo+de+Luz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por muito perdida que pareça estar a vida, há sempre um fundamento para essa aparente apatia, há sempre uma razão para que tal processo aconteça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nada existe ou acontece por acaso, nada é exclusivamente negativo ou um vazio. Por vezes, é nesses momentos "mortos" ou "negativos" que se encontra a chave que guiará para um processo mais iluminado, mais interessante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aprender também implica sacrifícios, também implica pontos negros.&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/5546662663861729701-7199937693817306500?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/7199937693817306500/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=7199937693817306500' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/7199937693817306500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/7199937693817306500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2009/01/sacrifcio.html' title='Sacrifício'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SW8gI8ell_I/AAAAAAAABVg/Pd5sBQu5SjE/s72-c/anjo+de+Luz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-8750014420577972621</id><published>2009-01-15T11:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:37:48.101Z</updated><title type='text'>Escuras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SW8fck5QkII/AAAAAAAABVY/LPYpto_JP_k/s1600-h/Anjo+anda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291482662984257666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SW8fck5QkII/AAAAAAAABVY/LPYpto_JP_k/s320/Anjo+anda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Muitas vezes nos sentimos desamparados, sem encontrar a quem recorrer, sem ver a luz que é associada ao túnel... Muitas vezes temos vontade de desistir, de largar tudo, de partir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A Luz existe, a ajuda existe. Há que apurar os sentidos e procurar com vontade, com fé, com convicção. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É que mais do que lamentar, há que procurar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;encotrar&lt;/span&gt; o atalho que permite avançar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ninguém está completamente às escuras.&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/5546662663861729701-8750014420577972621?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/8750014420577972621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=8750014420577972621' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/8750014420577972621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/8750014420577972621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2009/01/escuras.html' title='Escuras'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SW8fck5QkII/AAAAAAAABVY/LPYpto_JP_k/s72-c/Anjo+anda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-809813974938303872</id><published>2008-09-25T15:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T15:12:38.607+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNubqjtY2WI/AAAAAAAAA88/QqY0DtI8RFM/s1600-h/Felicidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249960946072869218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNubqjtY2WI/AAAAAAAAA88/QqY0DtI8RFM/s320/Felicidade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Todo o ser é feliz, todo o ser pode encontrar a sua felicidade, mesmo no mais &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;turbulento&lt;/span&gt; dos caminhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A felicidade não é constante, mas fica alojada dentro de nós. Basta recuperar momentos, recordar sensações e transportá-las para a balança que pende em sentido contrário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A vida é feita de equilíbrios, e a felicidade está sempre presente, mesmo quando não a vemos, como uma espécie de "fiel da balança".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Você é feliz. Veja como.&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/5546662663861729701-809813974938303872?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/809813974938303872/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=809813974938303872' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/809813974938303872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/809813974938303872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/feliz.html' title='Feliz'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNubqjtY2WI/AAAAAAAAA88/QqY0DtI8RFM/s72-c/Felicidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-4933277074145745462</id><published>2008-09-25T15:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T15:08:58.811+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Luar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuazDbmrjI/AAAAAAAAA80/-KeeJzRL_-c/s1600-h/Luar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249959992515538482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuazDbmrjI/AAAAAAAAA80/-KeeJzRL_-c/s320/Luar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Há quem diga que o luar nos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;transforma&lt;/span&gt;, que nos envolve de maneira diferente... Provavelmente é verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas mais importante do que estar atento às energias da lua, é necessário saber encontrar o melhor caminho para nos fazermos rodear de sol, de energia positiva, de vida iluminada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não descure o luar, mas não faça dele o seu sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tenha noite e tenha dia, sempre nas quantidades certas.&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/5546662663861729701-4933277074145745462?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/4933277074145745462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=4933277074145745462' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/4933277074145745462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/4933277074145745462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/luar.html' title='Luar'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuazDbmrjI/AAAAAAAAA80/-KeeJzRL_-c/s72-c/Luar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-3659834614657248652</id><published>2008-09-25T14:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T15:04:10.570+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Simples</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuZawjhyDI/AAAAAAAAA8s/qMJppcc60h8/s1600-h/sensibilidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249958475620010034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuZawjhyDI/AAAAAAAAA8s/qMJppcc60h8/s320/sensibilidade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Todos somos pessoas simples, pessoas com carácter, com coração, com sentido de entreajuda... Todos somos iguais, apesar das diferenças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O que nos transforma são os genes da influência, as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vicissitudes&lt;/span&gt; do percurso, as incongruências da "luta".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No fundo, todos podemos voltar a ser simples, todos podemos recuperar o que vamos "trocando" ao longo das experiências. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Para se ser simples, basta olhar para dentro de nós e... sentir o que somos na verdade.&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/5546662663861729701-3659834614657248652?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/3659834614657248652/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=3659834614657248652' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/3659834614657248652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/3659834614657248652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/simples.html' title='Simples'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuZawjhyDI/AAAAAAAAA8s/qMJppcc60h8/s72-c/sensibilidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-1035774925126373213</id><published>2008-09-25T14:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T15:05:34.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Flor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuYk1_Qp8I/AAAAAAAAA8k/I1ehc1VC5Y4/s1600-h/Florir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249957549365569474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuYk1_Qp8I/AAAAAAAAA8k/I1ehc1VC5Y4/s320/Florir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uma flor pode transformar-se no mais importantes dos gestos, no mais importante dos apoios, na mais reconfortante das energias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uma simples flor consegue transformar-se em jardim e no colorir de um tempo que não é o mais brilhante da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As flores estão em toda a parte. Há que colhê-las com cuidado e endereçá-las com vontade e, acima de tudo, com amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Seja flor, faça florir.&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/5546662663861729701-1035774925126373213?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/1035774925126373213/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=1035774925126373213' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/1035774925126373213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/1035774925126373213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/uma-flor-pode-transformar-se-no-mais.html' title='Flor'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuYk1_Qp8I/AAAAAAAAA8k/I1ehc1VC5Y4/s72-c/Florir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-2415124028296395004</id><published>2008-09-25T14:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T14:55:47.114+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Consolo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuXxvr6gdI/AAAAAAAAA8c/EX3TRIuP-KQ/s1600-h/Palavras.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249956671500485074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuXxvr6gdI/AAAAAAAAA8c/EX3TRIuP-KQ/s320/Palavras.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Há sempre maneira de obtermos um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;consolo&lt;/span&gt;. Seja pelas palavras, pelos abraços, pela presença ou pelo apoio condicional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Em muitas partes da nossa existência necessitamos de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;consolo&lt;/span&gt;, daquele gesto que nos faz afastar a dor e prosseguir com os passos que o "destino" nos deu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ninguém é inconsolável, nem mesmo o mais moribundo dos seres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Console&lt;/span&gt; e deixe-se ser consolado.&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/5546662663861729701-2415124028296395004?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/2415124028296395004/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=2415124028296395004' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/2415124028296395004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/2415124028296395004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/consolo.html' title='Consolo'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuXxvr6gdI/AAAAAAAAA8c/EX3TRIuP-KQ/s72-c/Palavras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-8855193259844035370</id><published>2008-09-25T14:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T14:52:18.804+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vergonha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuW72-PKVI/AAAAAAAAA8U/nqp_349wF2Q/s1600-h/Tristeza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249955745743448402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuW72-PKVI/AAAAAAAAA8U/nqp_349wF2Q/s320/Tristeza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A vergonha consegue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;provocar&lt;/span&gt; as mais sofríveis lágrimas, mesmo que não sejam vistas aos olhos de todos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A vergonha consegue desmoronar o maior dos castelos, o melhor dos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sonhos&lt;/span&gt;, a mais linda das realidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E quando &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dói&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dói&lt;/span&gt; mesmo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;São as lágrimas da vergonha que mais nos secam, que mais nos "matam" que mais nos impelem a fugir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não fuja, são apenas lágrimas e... secam, como todas as outras.&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/5546662663861729701-8855193259844035370?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/8855193259844035370/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=8855193259844035370' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/8855193259844035370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/8855193259844035370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/vergonha.html' title='Vergonha'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuW72-PKVI/AAAAAAAAA8U/nqp_349wF2Q/s72-c/Tristeza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-8233836194325534265</id><published>2008-09-25T14:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T14:48:58.003+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Razão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuWH8lum6I/AAAAAAAAA8M/vv4EnJnt51Y/s1600-h/RazÃ£o.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249954853898066850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuWH8lum6I/AAAAAAAAA8M/vv4EnJnt51Y/s320/Raz%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Todos sabemos e todos temos a nossa razão, seja ela qual for, sejam quis forem as que se opõe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas a razão também é falível, também depende de perspectivas e, principalmente, das razões dos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não deixe de ter razão mas, antes de a&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ssumir&lt;/span&gt; como definitiva, encare a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hipótese&lt;/span&gt; de haver uma razão mais forte do que a sua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Boas razões não são as que não se alteram, são sim as que se permitem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;corrigir&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/5546662663861729701-8233836194325534265?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/8233836194325534265/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=8233836194325534265' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/8233836194325534265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/8233836194325534265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/razo.html' title='Razão'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuWH8lum6I/AAAAAAAAA8M/vv4EnJnt51Y/s72-c/Raz%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-8616431650299559155</id><published>2008-09-25T14:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T14:45:31.932+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Abrir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuVPyiaAYI/AAAAAAAAA8E/oU-skEC5QzM/s1600-h/CoraÃ§Ã£o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249953889127104898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuVPyiaAYI/AAAAAAAAA8E/oU-skEC5QzM/s320/Cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nunca deixe de abrir o seu coração. Deixe-o expressar-se, deixe-o dizer o que sente, o que pensa, o que quer transmitir... a outros corações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O seu coração precisa de vida, de contacto, de troca de emoções, sejam elas mais ou menos positivas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O coração é mais do que um "palpitar", é a essência do nosso ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Um coração que não se abre, acaba por morrer de solidão.&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/5546662663861729701-8616431650299559155?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/8616431650299559155/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=8616431650299559155' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/8616431650299559155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/8616431650299559155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/abrir.html' title='Abrir'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuVPyiaAYI/AAAAAAAAA8E/oU-skEC5QzM/s72-c/Cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-918545158944152398</id><published>2008-09-25T14:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T14:41:41.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ternura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuURUnNfbI/AAAAAAAAA78/nUJ-sA-je88/s1600-h/Ternura.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249952815942303154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuURUnNfbI/AAAAAAAAA78/nUJ-sA-je88/s320/Ternura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Há vários tipos de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tremura&lt;/span&gt;, vários tipos de afecto... Pena é que nos esqueçamos regularmente de incentivá-los, de gerá-los.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Poucos gestos garantem tanto por tão pouco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A ternura é algo extremamente belo, extremamente reconfortante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dê ternura constantemente e não se preocupe com o que possam pensar. No mínimo, pensarão que você tem um carinho especial por essa pessoa, e isso é bom, muito bom.&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/5546662663861729701-918545158944152398?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/918545158944152398/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=918545158944152398' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/918545158944152398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/918545158944152398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/ternura.html' title='Ternura'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuURUnNfbI/AAAAAAAAA78/nUJ-sA-je88/s72-c/Ternura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-5259818270942098955</id><published>2008-09-25T14:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T14:37:50.481+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuTgZkOvCI/AAAAAAAAA70/fZ3ipAJMWEA/s1600-h/Colorido.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249951975458389026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuTgZkOvCI/AAAAAAAAA70/fZ3ipAJMWEA/s320/Colorido.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Já todos passamos por uma sensação de bem-estar, de equilíbrio pleno, mesmo sem sabermos porquê ou termos razões suficientemente fortes para tal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Esta sensação é uma espécie de "amostra" daquilo que devemos procurar, do bom que a vida nos dá e faz sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nem sempre notamos este bem-estar mas, quando ele se faz realçar, é uma prova mais do quando a vida vale a pena. &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/5546662663861729701-5259818270942098955?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/5259818270942098955/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=5259818270942098955' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/5259818270942098955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/5259818270942098955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/sensao.html' title='Sensação'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuTgZkOvCI/AAAAAAAAA70/fZ3ipAJMWEA/s72-c/Colorido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-5315450950827309792</id><published>2008-09-17T15:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T14:34:04.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chorar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuTPO7fhYI/AAAAAAAAA7k/zts5zxaaiW8/s1600-h/Recuperar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249951680545392002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuTPO7fhYI/AAAAAAAAA7k/zts5zxaaiW8/s320/Recuperar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As lágrimas são uma das mais fortes expressões de dor, desalento, tristeza... Mas também têm o seu lado positivo, mesmo quando não são lágrimas de alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pense nas lágrimas como um "esvaziar" de uma tristeza, uma limpeza da alma necessária para podermos continuar a encarar o dia sem o "escuro" da noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chorar é necessário, nem que seja para podermos voltar a sorrir.&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/5546662663861729701-5315450950827309792?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/5315450950827309792/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=5315450950827309792' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/5315450950827309792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/5315450950827309792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/chorar.html' title='Chorar'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuTPO7fhYI/AAAAAAAAA7k/zts5zxaaiW8/s72-c/Recuperar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-7573997766387813981</id><published>2008-09-17T15:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:43:16.755+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNEWZGy0BPI/AAAAAAAAA64/O9o0N4XD4d4/s1600-h/Perda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246999661439616242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNEWZGy0BPI/AAAAAAAAA64/O9o0N4XD4d4/s320/Perda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Todos sofremos perdas, umas mais "pesadas" do que outras, mas todos temos que encarar esse "fardo" com que a vida também nos brinda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As perdas podem até ter o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;carácter&lt;/span&gt; de eternas mas, mais não nos resta do que "chorar" o sucedido e acreditar que essa "perda" terá um caminho muito melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Deste lado da "perda", o caminho não pára. Por isso, há que erguer as "asas" e continuar a contornar as "perdas" certos de que enquanto uns morrem, outros nascem, para nos alegrar.  &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/5546662663861729701-7573997766387813981?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/7573997766387813981/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=7573997766387813981' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/7573997766387813981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/7573997766387813981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/perdas.html' title='Perdas'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNEWZGy0BPI/AAAAAAAAA64/O9o0N4XD4d4/s72-c/Perda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-5512361243821673454</id><published>2008-09-17T15:33:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:37:24.907+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNEVXNME9cI/AAAAAAAAA6w/SIGZCBD1Dbw/s1600-h/EspaÃ§o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246998529284830658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNEVXNME9cI/AAAAAAAAA6w/SIGZCBD1Dbw/s320/Espa%C3%A7o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É no nosso lar que encontramos o equilíbrio necessário para o dia-a-dia. É neste "quartel general" que ancoramos a maior parte das nossas experiências e dos nossos sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O seu lar é sempre o principal ponto de partida para tudo o que venha a decidir ou construir. É lá que encontra a "porta" e é nele que encontra o "refúgio".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O seu lar é algo demasiado importante. Por isso, é bom que esteja de bem com ele.&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/5546662663861729701-5512361243821673454?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/5512361243821673454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=5512361243821673454' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/5512361243821673454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/5512361243821673454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/lar.html' title='Lar'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNEVXNME9cI/AAAAAAAAA6w/SIGZCBD1Dbw/s72-c/Espa%C3%A7o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-5048355192661127219</id><published>2008-09-17T15:30:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:33:48.790+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Melodia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNEUnZDWeBI/AAAAAAAAA6o/7azdNdNHH28/s1600-h/MÃºsica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246997707835734034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNEUnZDWeBI/AAAAAAAAA6o/7azdNdNHH28/s320/M%C3%BAsica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Todo e qualquer percurso corre melhor ao som da melodia das emoções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É importante encontrar as "notas" que melhor o podem auxiliar no seu percurso de vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A música, mais não é do que um exprimir de sensações que, em harmonia, conseguem dar à vida uma banda sonora com mais sentido, com mais equilíbrio e sensibilidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tenha uma vida o melodiosa possível.&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/5546662663861729701-5048355192661127219?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/5048355192661127219/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=5048355192661127219' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/5048355192661127219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/5048355192661127219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/melodia.html' title='Melodia'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNEUnZDWeBI/AAAAAAAAA6o/7azdNdNHH28/s72-c/M%C3%BAsica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-5623114625248802485</id><published>2008-09-17T15:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:30:37.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNETij6ZyAI/AAAAAAAAA6g/-dRVEU0di5U/s1600-h/Mente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246996525340018690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNETij6ZyAI/AAAAAAAAA6g/-dRVEU0di5U/s320/Mente.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A mente é o principal motor na condução de um caminho. É nela e com ela que gerará os percursos que permitirão &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;construir&lt;/span&gt; alicerces firmes e com sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mais do que avançar sem saber como nem por onde, pense no que pode criar e como deve "caminhar" passo a passo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Todos os planos devem ser pensados, principalmente os que podem afectar as emoções. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Dê crédito à sua mente.&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/5546662663861729701-5623114625248802485?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/5623114625248802485/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=5623114625248802485' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/5623114625248802485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/5623114625248802485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/mente.html' title='Mente'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNETij6ZyAI/AAAAAAAAA6g/-dRVEU0di5U/s72-c/Mente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-5987169306088392079</id><published>2008-09-17T15:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:25:55.281+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Querer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNESiDLJHeI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/c2D-zHySogk/s1600-h/Anjo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246995417040231906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNESiDLJHeI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/c2D-zHySogk/s320/Anjo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Pode sempre fazer mais para melhorar a sua auto-estima, o seu querer... E não precisa de ser um anjo para conseguir dar felicidade a quem pretende.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Há sempre fórmulas simples que estão ao seu alcance para conseguir o que deseja, para chegar ao fim com que sonhou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se procura fazer alguém feliz, comece por dizê-lo ao destinatário. Essa já será uma excelente maneira de transmitir felicidade que pretende.&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/5546662663861729701-5987169306088392079?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/5987169306088392079/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=5987169306088392079' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/5987169306088392079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/5987169306088392079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/querer.html' title='Querer'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNESiDLJHeI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/c2D-zHySogk/s72-c/Anjo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-6355166572976268029</id><published>2008-09-17T15:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:21:31.989+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNERndwJyLI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/VURdY0j8xQI/s1600-h/Brotar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246994410562504882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNERndwJyLI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/VURdY0j8xQI/s320/Brotar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É tão bom florir, é tão bom sentir que construímos algo de bom, que geramos alegria e bem-estar... É tão bom afastar o mal e contribuir para o melhor que a vida tem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nem sempre é fácil, nem sempre é rápido, mas é sempre possível. E quando se "floresce", não há nada melhor do que estar vivo e receptivo ao bem que podemos contemplar e sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Afaste o mal e construa o bem, nem que a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;distância&lt;/span&gt; pareça não ter fim.&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/5546662663861729701-6355166572976268029?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/6355166572976268029/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=6355166572976268029' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/6355166572976268029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/6355166572976268029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/bem.html' title='Bem'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNERndwJyLI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/VURdY0j8xQI/s72-c/Brotar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-3789083020183547349</id><published>2008-09-17T15:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:17:25.294+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cortina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNEQvbUxvHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/vDluXQ0-TMg/s1600-h/EscuridÃ£o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246993447838137458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNEQvbUxvHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/vDluXQ0-TMg/s320/Escurid%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por muito que nos escondam a luz, ela existe, basta acreditarmos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não se deixe enganar pelas "tramas" que geram "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;escuridões"&lt;/span&gt; ameaçadoras. Com mais ou menos evidência, a luz acaba sempre por se sobrepor a qualquer "cortina" que a tente ofuscar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Acredite sempre na luz, é ela que o irá iluminar ao longo de todo um caminho. Não há "cortina" que apague a luz da vontade.&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/5546662663861729701-3789083020183547349?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/3789083020183547349/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=3789083020183547349' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/3789083020183547349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/3789083020183547349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/cortina.html' title='Cortina'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNEQvbUxvHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/vDluXQ0-TMg/s72-c/Escurid%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-5477410567901387095</id><published>2008-09-17T15:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:14:04.561+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jogo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNEPyf8ZsNI/AAAAAAAAA6A/99zRmYkWLMw/s1600-h/Descoberta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246992401106055378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNEPyf8ZsNI/AAAAAAAAA6A/99zRmYkWLMw/s320/Descoberta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A vida é muito mais do que um jogo e tem perspectivas dos mais variados ângulos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mesmo que o "quadrado da existência" apresente um lado menos interessante, não desista e continue a lutar para que o lado mude e fique mais colorido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por vezes, mesmo o lado menos bom acaba por ser positivo, algo que só o desdobramento dos acontecimentos pode comprovar.&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/5546662663861729701-5477410567901387095?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/5477410567901387095/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=5477410567901387095' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/5477410567901387095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/5477410567901387095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/jogo.html' title='Jogo'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNEPyf8ZsNI/AAAAAAAAA6A/99zRmYkWLMw/s72-c/Descoberta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-8082130216547476312</id><published>2008-09-15T23:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T23:09:06.654+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Convicção.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7cZunZc_I/AAAAAAAAA54/dbce10n556Q/s1600-h/Convic%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246372950501323762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7cZunZc_I/AAAAAAAAA54/dbce10n556Q/s320/Convic%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A convicção é um dos melhores alicerces na conquista de algo. É como um motivador, uma força maior, um auxílio determinante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Haja sempre com convicção, nem que, para isso, tenha que "fingir" a convicção que demonstra ter.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A convicção é mais do que "meio-caminho andado". Pode crer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Confie em si, também com convicção.&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/5546662663861729701-8082130216547476312?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/8082130216547476312/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=8082130216547476312' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/8082130216547476312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/8082130216547476312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/convico.html' title='Convicção.'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7cZunZc_I/AAAAAAAAA54/dbce10n556Q/s72-c/Convic%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-5450198423644602990</id><published>2008-09-15T23:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T23:05:55.895+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Certeza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7byVUjanI/AAAAAAAAA5w/GA9puk6j3O4/s1600-h/Certeza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246372273696500338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7byVUjanI/AAAAAAAAA5w/GA9puk6j3O4/s320/Certeza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ninguém tem o dom da certeza absoluta, mas todos temos o dever de acreditar nas nossas certezas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A vida é um processo que vive de escolhas e, quanto mais certas, mais acertadas serão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Acima de tudo, tenha certeza em si, os resultados, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;concerteza&lt;/span&gt;, comprovarão se estava certo ou menos certo. &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/5546662663861729701-5450198423644602990?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/5450198423644602990/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=5450198423644602990' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/5450198423644602990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/5450198423644602990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/certeza.html' title='Certeza'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7byVUjanI/AAAAAAAAA5w/GA9puk6j3O4/s72-c/Certeza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-6822410686067528879</id><published>2008-09-15T22:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T23:03:18.192+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Renascer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7bCG8cc9I/AAAAAAAAA5o/rLnladSCR4k/s1600-h/Renascer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246371445203563474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7bCG8cc9I/AAAAAAAAA5o/rLnladSCR4k/s320/Renascer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por vezes renascemos das cinzas, do mal que nos fizemos ou que nos fizeram... E isso é perfeitamente possível, perfeitamente maravilhoso.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Há sempre como renascer, como reencaminhar perspectivas e personagens, há sempre como acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca desista de uma vida porque ela tem várias maneiras de se "reinventar", inclusive com o nascimento de uma nova "pele".&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/5546662663861729701-6822410686067528879?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/6822410686067528879/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=6822410686067528879' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/6822410686067528879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/6822410686067528879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/renascer.html' title='Renascer'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7bCG8cc9I/AAAAAAAAA5o/rLnladSCR4k/s72-c/Renascer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-7588799603560129103</id><published>2008-09-15T22:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:58:37.014+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saber</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7Zs9O-WBI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/Lma3TtdUq2g/s1600-h/Saber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246369982308046866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7Zs9O-WBI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/Lma3TtdUq2g/s320/Saber.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Muitos dizem que o saber não ocupa lugar... E, na verdade, o saber ocupa um lugar muito importante, é a principal razão pela qual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fazemos&lt;/span&gt; parte do mundo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Andamos todos à procura do saber, à procura de respostas, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;encalce&lt;/span&gt; da solução divina. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O principal problema é quando perdemos tempo com o saber que não interessa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Não se perca no "saber", ganhe-se no "aprender".&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/5546662663861729701-7588799603560129103?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/7588799603560129103/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=7588799603560129103' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/7588799603560129103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/7588799603560129103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/saber.html' title='Saber'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7Zs9O-WBI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/Lma3TtdUq2g/s72-c/Saber.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-2978924763784702393</id><published>2008-09-15T22:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:54:26.985+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Descobrir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7ZBbLxwTI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/3Vzk-rHF434/s1600-h/Descobrir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246369234433458482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7ZBbLxwTI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/3Vzk-rHF434/s320/Descobrir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Há sempre algo de novo para descobrir, algo que nos vai cativar, deslumbrar, apaixonar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A vida é pródiga em criar pequenas paixões, em gerar cores que pintem os nossos dias com tons diferentes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Há prazeres que despertam a atenção que nunca julgamos possuir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Os detalhes destas "novidades" encantam o mais céptico dos seres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Descubra o mais que puder, sempre que puder.&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/5546662663861729701-2978924763784702393?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/2978924763784702393/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=2978924763784702393' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/2978924763784702393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/2978924763784702393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/descobrir.html' title='Descobrir'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7ZBbLxwTI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/3Vzk-rHF434/s72-c/Descobrir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-6956483362080142219</id><published>2008-09-15T22:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:51:47.737+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Plenitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7Yb3CtQaI/AAAAAAAAA5I/yM6F53t0V60/s1600-h/Plenitude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246368589076578722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7Yb3CtQaI/AAAAAAAAA5I/yM6F53t0V60/s320/Plenitude.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É difícil lá chegar, mas é possível encontrar a plenitude, desde que fiquemos satisfeitos com o equilíbrio de uma vida feita de altos e baixos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nunca estamos satisfeitos, e é aqui que a plenitude se torna mais distante, mais ilusória, mais inatingível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se déssemos mais valor ao que temos, sentir-nos-íamos muito mais perto da plenitude e, por conseguinte, seríamos muito mais felizes.&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/5546662663861729701-6956483362080142219?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/6956483362080142219/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=6956483362080142219' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/6956483362080142219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/6956483362080142219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/plenitude.html' title='Plenitude'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7Yb3CtQaI/AAAAAAAAA5I/yM6F53t0V60/s72-c/Plenitude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-8546946732042338602</id><published>2008-09-15T22:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:49:01.961+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Altar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7Xj_mfEMI/AAAAAAAAA5A/Cv93A_b7Kaw/s1600-h/Altar.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246367629301452994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7Xj_mfEMI/AAAAAAAAA5A/Cv93A_b7Kaw/s320/Altar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É importante termos um altar em nossa casa, um espaço onde concentremos o nosso diálogo com um Ser superior, onde &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;possamos&lt;/span&gt; orar e dar conta das nossas preces, das nossas lamentações, das nossas vontades. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O altar é um espaço único, limpo de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ingerencias&lt;/span&gt; de outra espécie que não a fé, a devoção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Peça junto ao altar, agradeça junto ao altar e... tenha uma vida com crença, seja qual for o seu Deus.&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/5546662663861729701-8546946732042338602?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/8546946732042338602/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=8546946732042338602' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/8546946732042338602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/8546946732042338602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/altar.html' title='Altar'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7Xj_mfEMI/AAAAAAAAA5A/Cv93A_b7Kaw/s72-c/Altar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-2123883904801687218</id><published>2008-09-15T22:40:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:44:59.787+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Protector</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7Wb_6AaJI/AAAAAAAAA44/vtctQfKQyUY/s1600-h/anjo+de+Luz.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246366392432748690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7Wb_6AaJI/AAAAAAAAA44/vtctQfKQyUY/s320/anjo+de+Luz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Há sempre um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anjo&lt;/span&gt; protector que cuida de nós, há sempre alguém que avalia os nossos comportamentos e as nossas opções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Um anjo não nos encaminha passo a passo, não nos direcciona por autoestradas. Limita-se a estar atento às nossas opções e a evitar que caiámos em "males maiores".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Um anjo nunca o abandonará e, acredite, está mais crente em si do que você mesmo. Ele está aí para o apoiar na "escola da vida".&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/5546662663861729701-2123883904801687218?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/2123883904801687218/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=2123883904801687218' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/2123883904801687218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/2123883904801687218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/protector.html' title='Protector'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7Wb_6AaJI/AAAAAAAAA44/vtctQfKQyUY/s72-c/anjo+de+Luz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-2643673317567652144</id><published>2008-09-15T22:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:40:21.965+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Medo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7VjrllWWI/AAAAAAAAA4w/0tvz2gDEOAE/s1600-h/Espera+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246365424905705826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7VjrllWWI/AAAAAAAAA4w/0tvz2gDEOAE/s320/Espera+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O medo é um dos maiores "cancros" da vida, um dos maiores impulsionadores do desespero, um sinal de fraqueza...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas há como combatê-lo, há como ultrapassá-lo, há como eliminá-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se der à esperança o "peso" que dá ao medo, terá &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;garantidamente&lt;/span&gt; mais hipóteses de mudar de "lado".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Confie em si. Você é muito mais forte do que qualquer medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não receie, avance.&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/5546662663861729701-2643673317567652144?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/2643673317567652144/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=2643673317567652144' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/2643673317567652144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/2643673317567652144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/medo.html' title='Medo'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7VjrllWWI/AAAAAAAAA4w/0tvz2gDEOAE/s72-c/Espera+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-47199230757399443</id><published>2008-09-15T22:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:36:48.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7UxLAq3NI/AAAAAAAAA4o/REJleB4781Y/s1600-h/V%C3%A1rias+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246364557167484114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7UxLAq3NI/AAAAAAAAA4o/REJleB4781Y/s320/V%C3%A1rias+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Todos os cantos da nossa existência podem ser iluminados, inclusive os lados "menos atraentes", mais "sombrios".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A luz chega a todo lado, inclusive à mais funda das "cavernas". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por muito que não acredite em iluminar o "mal" que há em si, saiba que esse "mal" é muito mais fácil de iluminar do que imagina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não há "mal" que não se "esconda" quando confrontado com a luz... do bem.&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/5546662663861729701-47199230757399443?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/47199230757399443/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=47199230757399443' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/47199230757399443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/47199230757399443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/mal.html' title='Mal'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7UxLAq3NI/AAAAAAAAA4o/REJleB4781Y/s72-c/V%C3%A1rias+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-287866517557293018</id><published>2008-09-15T22:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:33:27.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Estar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7UI_z9EZI/AAAAAAAAA4g/gL9jdLVs7HA/s1600-h/Paz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246363866966593938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7UI_z9EZI/AAAAAAAAA4g/gL9jdLVs7HA/s320/Paz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É tão bom "estar", simplesmente "estar"... E é ainda melhor quando nos sentimos "de bem com a vida", quando a plenitude da nossa existência combina com o que sentimos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Isto não é um sonho, não é um filme e muito menos um falso oásis. Isto, a que se chama "estar" é apenas um dos muitos momentos em que nos sentimos especialmente bem e que esquecemos de o anunciar.&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/5546662663861729701-287866517557293018?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/287866517557293018/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=287866517557293018' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/287866517557293018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/287866517557293018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/estar.html' title='Estar'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7UI_z9EZI/AAAAAAAAA4g/gL9jdLVs7HA/s72-c/Paz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-3542694266275134647</id><published>2008-09-15T22:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:30:50.595+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Asas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7TjzbkiMI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/sHAnlqbywUc/s1600-h/desistir.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246363227987937474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7TjzbkiMI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/sHAnlqbywUc/s320/desistir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nunca baixe as asas, nunca perca a vontade de "voar"... Há dias assim, há momentos em que a vida nos prega "partidas" onde tanto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;desejávamos&lt;/span&gt; ver "chegadas"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas, apesar de tudo, acredite que as suas asas ainda lhe permitirão voar por muitas alegrias, por muitas conquistas, por muito tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As perdas são momentâneas, mas as asas são "eternas".&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/5546662663861729701-3542694266275134647?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/3542694266275134647/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=3542694266275134647' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/3542694266275134647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/3542694266275134647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/asas.html' title='Asas'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7TjzbkiMI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/sHAnlqbywUc/s72-c/desistir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-1946897749764130288</id><published>2008-09-15T22:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:28:19.111+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7S4A1iwPI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/NXJ5DblWzuQ/s1600-h/amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246362475672289522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7S4A1iwPI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/NXJ5DblWzuQ/s320/amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O amor não é tudo, mas ajuda a que tudo fique muito melhor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Muito se diz que "amar é preciso" e isso é uma grande verdade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Só é pena que, cada vez mais, se confunda o amar com as suas "derivações" e se perca mais tempo a afirmar o "amor" do que a vivê-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O amor é muito mais do que uma vontade, é um sentir que não se tem só por querer.&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/5546662663861729701-1946897749764130288?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/1946897749764130288/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=1946897749764130288' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/1946897749764130288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/1946897749764130288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/amar.html' title='Amar'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7S4A1iwPI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/NXJ5DblWzuQ/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-6844238950669914387</id><published>2008-09-15T22:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:25:27.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Centro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7SNWo2_JI/AAAAAAAAA4I/-1ZiOMSpqAE/s1600-h/centro.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246361742790294674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7SNWo2_JI/AAAAAAAAA4I/-1ZiOMSpqAE/s320/centro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não é importante sermos o centro das atenções para os outros. O que realmente importa é sermos o centro das nossas próprias atenções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Preocupe-se consigo, com o seu bem-estar e com o que tem que fazer ou proteger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Muitos confundem a vida com os vários "centros" e querem à força ser "centro" quando, na verdade, o único centro que conta é o de cada um. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;É da sua própria atenção que você necessita.&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/5546662663861729701-6844238950669914387?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/6844238950669914387/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=6844238950669914387' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/6844238950669914387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/6844238950669914387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/centro.html' title='Centro'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7SNWo2_JI/AAAAAAAAA4I/-1ZiOMSpqAE/s72-c/centro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5546662663861729701.post-6331966114050172242</id><published>2008-09-15T22:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:22:23.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7RaCDe1zI/AAAAAAAAA4A/4gXFiiWlP3o/s1600-h/Energia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246360861091485490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7RaCDe1zI/AAAAAAAAA4A/4gXFiiWlP3o/s320/Energia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A sua energia pode dar vida a muita gente, pode ser a ponte para que outros ultrapassem o mais difícil dos obstáculos... E, por vezes, não é preciso "mover montanhas" para ajudar o "próximo", basta dar um pouco da nossa energia e empurrá-lo para a frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tal como os carros, todos precisamos de energia e, tal com os depósitos, nem sempre conseguimos estar "cheios".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dê energia sempre que possa, sempre que lhe peçam... Seja mais vida.&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/5546662663861729701-6331966114050172242?l=irisdeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/6331966114050172242/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5546662663861729701&amp;postID=6331966114050172242' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/6331966114050172242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5546662663861729701/posts/default/6331966114050172242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisdeluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/vida.html' title='Vida'/><author><name>Íris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406536672724894798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='8' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SNuSqKlDBtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/02OBaSJbz2M/S220/%C3%8Dris+-+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrltC_vuo2A/SM7RaCDe1zI/AAAAAAAAA4A/4gXFiiWlP3o/s72-c/Energia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
