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"A verdade alivia mais do que machuca. E estará sempre acima de qualquer falsidade como o óleo obre água." (Miguel de Cervantes).

Tende bom ânimo, pois combatemos o bom combate, guardamos nossa fé e sempre insistiremos naquilo em que acreditamos...
É o nosso recado.
Stone Henge.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motucotuma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14116832/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motucotuma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stone Henge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235678325696760236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14116832.post-636665505104401115</id><published>2011-05-15T11:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T11:39:36.038-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vem me socorrer - Palavrantiga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/DdVSj46kAbk/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DdVSj46kAbk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DdVSj46kAbk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ouça com coração aberto e a alma preparada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Linda canção!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14116832-636665505104401115?l=motucotuma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motucotuma.blogspot.com/feeds/636665505104401115/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14116832&amp;postID=636665505104401115' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14116832/posts/default/636665505104401115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14116832/posts/default/636665505104401115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motucotuma.blogspot.com/2011/05/vem-me-socorrer-palavrantiga.html' title='Vem me socorrer - Palavrantiga'/><author><name>Stone Henge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235678325696760236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14116832.post-2947789648900296073</id><published>2011-02-03T19:46:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T19:48:42.751-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Existência digna de todos conforme os ditames da Justiça Social</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyhrY2SNEaQ/TUsga6_Z7BI/AAAAAAAAACk/pSjV8LxTu6o/s1600/%25C3%2581guia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyhrY2SNEaQ/TUsga6_Z7BI/AAAAAAAAACk/pSjV8LxTu6o/s400/%25C3%2581guia.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Raia mais uma vez o sol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mais uma vez as contrações celulares palpitam, numa desordem de micro explosões nucleares, os olhos que cerrados estavam, abrem-se após seu repouso burlesco. Imediatamente as pupilas se contraem num ritmo sincronizado, a luz penetra fulminante no campo de visão. Mãos ásperas, calejadas e trêmulas exsurgem &amp;nbsp;num esforço quase lânguido de limpar aqueles olhos. Olhos que já perderam o viço com as décadas já passadas. Num ato reflexo, um corpo já gasto pelo tempo se levanta do seu leito de repouso. A partir daí a consciência começa a acordar. Enquanto o corpo caminha a passos preguiçosos, a mente explode em pensamentos...Perguntas, indagações, dúvidas e poucas certezas... A mente deixa inexoravelmente seu estado de repouso e já trabalha a todo vapor... Impulsos eletromagnéticos passem pelas sinapses ainda saudáveis, movendo o pensamento em intermináveis ligações neurológicas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O dono desse corpo vê sua imagem refletido num desgastado espelho. Ironia, a imagem refletida nele também já está bem desgastada. Seu olhar passeia sobre a imagem refletida do velho espelho... Uma voz vinda lá do fundo de sua consciência diz: "Não é nem a sombra do que um dia foi". &amp;nbsp;Os olhos alcançam toda a fisionomia do ser, menos os próprios olhos... Ele não conseguia olhar em seus próprios olhos. Nesse instante um vazio tomou conta da mente dele. Não sentia mais nada naquele momento. Era como se o chão tivesse desaparecido dali. Peso recaiu sobre seus ombros. Dor começou a sentir. Desânimo veio à tona. Um suspiro saiu de sua boca. E fazendo-lhe par, verteu lágrimas... O campo de visão entumesceu. Soluços surgiram, um após o outro. E num ímpeto de coragem, levantou seus olhos, encarando seu olhar deprimido, distante e desesperado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Olhos cheios&amp;nbsp;d água, vermelhos e sem esperança. Dizem que antes de uma pessoa morrer, um filme passa em sua mente. Mas ainda não era chegada &amp;nbsp;a hora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyhrY2SNEaQ/TUsgqBad7OI/AAAAAAAAACw/L4L6NgQDJck/s1600/agosto2009_t_019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyhrY2SNEaQ/TUsgqBad7OI/AAAAAAAAACw/L4L6NgQDJck/s200/agosto2009_t_019.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Aprendi sozinho que o mundo nunca para por nós. Seja qual for a situação o mundo segue, a vida segue. Aprendi que a tolerância é melhor que a impaciência, depois de me utilizar demasiadamente da segunda, e te ter minhas mãos gravemente feridas nas muitas pontas de faca. Aprendi que tem coisas que devemos fazer várias e várias vezes antes de obtermos um resultado satisfatório. Comprovei que amor é convivência, por isso ele se torna naturalmente incondicional. Aprendi que o trabalho nunca acaba, sempre se renovam diariamente seus afazeres.Percebi que às vezes fazemos sofrer quem mais nos ama. E quando me dei conta disso sofri em dobro. Comprovei uma velha lição de meu pai: "O mais importante não é ter, é ser!". Fui obrigado a ter como companhia diária a saudade. Fui obrigado a entender que às vezes, não temos explicações para as coisas que estão num plano superior. Aprendi que não se deve confrontar com a vontade Divina. Descobri que somos tão ínfimos quanto poeira côsmica. Mas sei que Deus nos ama mesmo com todos esses nossos defeitos e autoafirmações. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyhrY2SNEaQ/TUsggLtNf4I/AAAAAAAAACo/o9dKByeNqc8/s1600/agosto2009_t_010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyhrY2SNEaQ/TUsggLtNf4I/AAAAAAAAACo/o9dKByeNqc8/s200/agosto2009_t_010.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Há dias em acordamos assim... Sentindo uma carga sobre humana nos ombros. Sentimo-nos velhos... Desgastados... Sem&amp;nbsp;expectativas. Sem ânimo, sem viço. Chegamos a pensar: "Chegou o fim".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas tenhamos em mente que só acaba quando termina!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A Existência digna de todos conforme os ditames da Justiça Social passa neste&amp;nbsp;interregno. Almejá-la para alcançá-la são estados distintos. Meios e fins. O fim desejado depende de uma boa condução do&amp;nbsp;enredo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas o mais importante não é começar bem, e sim terminar bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Stone Henge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyhrY2SNEaQ/TUsh0fbgxLI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_WwmaQocfrw/s1600/stonehenge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyhrY2SNEaQ/TUsh0fbgxLI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_WwmaQocfrw/s400/stonehenge.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14116832-2947789648900296073?l=motucotuma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motucotuma.blogspot.com/feeds/2947789648900296073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14116832&amp;postID=2947789648900296073' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14116832/posts/default/2947789648900296073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14116832/posts/default/2947789648900296073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motucotuma.blogspot.com/2011/02/existencia-digna-de-todos-conforme-os.html' title='Existência digna de todos conforme os ditames da Justiça Social'/><author><name>Stone Henge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235678325696760236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyhrY2SNEaQ/TUsga6_Z7BI/AAAAAAAAACk/pSjV8LxTu6o/s72-c/%25C3%2581guia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14116832.post-6349426905169681324</id><published>2010-12-26T16:41:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T16:43:40.963-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma última em 2010...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não sei se seria apropriado começar uma conversa dessa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maneira, aliás, talvez nem seja uma conversa, quem sabe um monólogo? Realmente&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não sei. Nada a ver... Diga Vossa Senhoria ao final desta. Mas vamos ao que interessa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Existem dias comuns... Existem dias especiais... E existem&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dias super especiais. Natal é uma data super especial! Ora, é a data onde&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;comemoramos o nascimento do Deus menino! Jesus Cristo. Data mais importante&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para os cristãos do mundo inteiro. E é por esta data ser tão especial que&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sempre se reúnem nossos familiares. Isso mesmo, &amp;nbsp;“... papai, mamãe, titia, nunca perdem essa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mania... família...” Todo mundo, cônjuges, filhos, pai, mãe, irmãos, avô, avó,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tios, primos, namorados... Quando isso é possível. Às vezes quem tanto amamos não&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;está mais presente como antigamente... Talvez um desentendimento foi a causa da&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;distância; Um domicílio no exterior torna as coisas mais difíceis e obviamente&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mais distantes; Outros... Bem, “viajaram fora do combinado” e nunca mais&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;poderão estar presentes como antes, apenas dentro dos nossos corações,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;recordações e eternas saudades... Independentemente se perto ou distantes,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;como é bom estarmos em família! A convivência diária pode gerar algum tipo de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;atrito, o que é normal. Sogros e genros, cunhados e cunhadas... Vishh... KKK,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas muitos momentos bons e maravilhosos... “... se chorei ou se sorri, o&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;importante é que emoções eu vivi...” O importante é estar junto daqueles que&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;são nossa família, não necessariamente e tão somente aqueles por laço de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sangue, mas, às vezes, os amigos que são família, os colegas de trabalho,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;talvez um vizinho, ou nossos amados e mimados animais de estimação (membros oficiais&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;da família), e quem sabe todos esses mencionados ao mesmo tempo!? &amp;nbsp;Ame seu amor! Desesperadamente ame seu amor!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ame os seus! Ai sim serás FELIZ! Todo ser humano tem um potencial enorme para&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ser feliz, basta abrir o coração para o bem! Tente... Será um alívio... Às&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vezes doerá, mas será uma cura! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Regozije-se com a sua família nesta noite tão especial! O&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dia do nascimento do Deus menino, Jesus Cristo. Aproveite que é o aniversário Dele e convide-o para entrar em seu coração e em sua vida!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sinta que a vida vale à pena e&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que se renova a cada manhã. E que se renovem também seus sonhos doravante neste&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ano Novo que rompe diante de nós.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyhrY2SNEaQ/TReLgeCgx9I/AAAAAAAAACY/XZgCKH8qRCI/s1600/DSC03224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyhrY2SNEaQ/TReLgeCgx9I/AAAAAAAAACY/XZgCKH8qRCI/s640/DSC03224.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um Feliz Natal para você! 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyhrY2SNEaQ/TO5bPtYhcDI/AAAAAAAAACI/_V_NsOE1_eU/s1600/F%25C3%25ADgado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyhrY2SNEaQ/TO5bPtYhcDI/AAAAAAAAACI/_V_NsOE1_eU/s320/F%25C3%25ADgado.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Olha essa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Estava numa aula de Direito Penal, num curso de atualização jurídica, o assunto era crimes dolosos contra a vida, e o professor, um Promotor de Justiça, começou a dar exemplos desses crimes e dos meios utilizados para a consumação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Um desses exemplos foi de um sujeito que matou outro com requintes de crueldade... Após a consumação do crime (morte da vítima), o sujeito (autor do crime) retirou o FÍGADO da vítima e se dirigiu a um boteco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Chegando ao local, a "rapaziada" estava enchendo a cara&amp;nbsp;com pinga 29, e o "açougueiro", com o fígado da vítima num saquinho, chama a proprietária do boteco e pede que a mesma prepare um "tira-gosto" com o fígado "de cabra" que estava naquele saquinho. Após alguns minutos chega o prato... Adivinhem? Picadinho de fígado acebolado... O açougueiro, a seu turno, oferece o "tira-gosto" à rapaziada, que delira e aplaude com a oferta do "amigo"... Resumindo... Beberam pinga 29 comendo picadinho de fígado acebolado. Todo mundo comendo feliz da vida. "Eita figadozim de cabra da hora..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Antes que a turma terminasse de se fartar com o fígado acebolado "de cabra", a polícia chega e prende o açougueiro, que depois confessou o crime, e ainda apreendeu uma pequena porção que sobrou do "tira-gosto" como prova. "Tira-gosto" que foi apresentado aos jurados no Tribunal do Júri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bem, no direito temos essas histórias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bom almoço. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Qual vai ser o prato de hoje?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14116832-4621419100328527812?l=motucotuma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motucotuma.blogspot.com/feeds/4621419100328527812/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14116832&amp;postID=4621419100328527812' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14116832/posts/default/4621419100328527812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14116832/posts/default/4621419100328527812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motucotuma.blogspot.com/2010/11/picadinho-de-figado-acebolado.html' title='Picadinho de Fígado Acebolado'/><author><name>Stone Henge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235678325696760236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyhrY2SNEaQ/TO5bPtYhcDI/AAAAAAAAACI/_V_NsOE1_eU/s72-c/F%25C3%25ADgado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14116832.post-3611219503056886495</id><published>2010-11-25T10:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T10:43:07.306-02:00</updated><title type='text'>PAUSA DOS MOMENTOS SAUDOSOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyhrY2SNEaQ/TO5ZHhnkDMI/AAAAAAAAACE/ZVCLXBN3xCI/s1600/P%25C3%25B4r-do-sol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyhrY2SNEaQ/TO5ZHhnkDMI/AAAAAAAAACE/ZVCLXBN3xCI/s320/P%25C3%25B4r-do-sol.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Pôr do sol... um breve "até logo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14116832-3611219503056886495?l=motucotuma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motucotuma.blogspot.com/feeds/3611219503056886495/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14116832&amp;postID=3611219503056886495' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14116832/posts/default/3611219503056886495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14116832/posts/default/3611219503056886495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motucotuma.blogspot.com/2010/11/pausa-dos-momentos-saudosos.html' title='PAUSA DOS MOMENTOS SAUDOSOS'/><author><name>Stone Henge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235678325696760236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyhrY2SNEaQ/TO5ZHhnkDMI/AAAAAAAAACE/ZVCLXBN3xCI/s72-c/P%25C3%25B4r-do-sol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14116832.post-6500190559643655332</id><published>2010-11-24T18:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T20:20:28.291-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Flor de maio ou simplesmente - Cacto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyhrY2SNEaQ/TO11ufuja0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/V2PN3HrKE5w/s1600/DSC00176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543216158014139202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyhrY2SNEaQ/TO11ufuja0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/V2PN3HrKE5w/s400/DSC00176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No final da década de 80 e início da década de 90, papai cultivava aproximadamente uns 180 vasos de flor de maio - cacto (foto). Eram vasos de todos os tamanhos, alguns enormes com mais de 80 ramos em um único vaso, e outros pequeninos com um raminho apenas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As flores eram incontáveis na &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;majestosa&lt;/span&gt; demonstração do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;desabrochar&lt;/span&gt;... Milhares com certeza... Vermelhas, Rosas e as raras Brancas... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Papai "viajou fora do combinado" em 13 de maio de 1995, às 05h15m... No mesmo mês que intitulam suas tão queridas flores. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As mãos não foram as mesmas, apesar do constante esforço do jardineiro fiel... Depois dos quase 16 anos da partida do Profº &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jayr&lt;/span&gt; - Papai - das centenas de vasos espalhados no quintal, só restou esta da foto. Um único vaso com pucos ramos... E das milhares de flores que sempre &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;vicejaram&lt;/span&gt;, só &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;derradeiramente&lt;/span&gt; sobreviveu esta que vos apresento. "A última de uma era de ouro". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nada é como antes, sem você papai...&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/14116832-6500190559643655332?l=motucotuma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motucotuma.blogspot.com/feeds/6500190559643655332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14116832&amp;postID=6500190559643655332' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14116832/posts/default/6500190559643655332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14116832/posts/default/6500190559643655332'/><link 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14116832-4131272741833744477?l=motucotuma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motucotuma.blogspot.com/feeds/4131272741833744477/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14116832&amp;postID=4131272741833744477' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14116832/posts/default/4131272741833744477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14116832/posts/default/4131272741833744477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motucotuma.blogspot.com/2008/06/ad-perpetuam-rei-memoriam.html' title='Ad Perpetuam Rei Memoriam'/><author><name>Stone Henge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235678325696760236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14116832.post-112119945616969326</id><published>2005-07-12T21:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T17:17:36.173-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Além do Invisível</title><content type='html'>Eu olho dentro do espelho&lt;br /&gt;Vejo-me, estou além de mim&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de espaço para meus desejos&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que mergulhar em minhas fantasias&lt;br /&gt;Eu saberei assim que eu alcançar&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é possível...&lt;br /&gt;Porquê ninguém tem que esconder-se&lt;br /&gt;Além do invisível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feche seus olhos, apenas sinta e imagine&lt;br /&gt;Isto é verdadeiro e não um sonho&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou em você e você esta em mim&lt;br /&gt;Já é hora de quebrar as correntes da vida&lt;br /&gt;Se você compreender você verá&lt;br /&gt;O que está além da realidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enigma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14116832-112119945616969326?l=motucotuma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motucotuma.blogspot.com/feeds/112119945616969326/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14116832&amp;postID=112119945616969326' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14116832/posts/default/112119945616969326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14116832/posts/default/112119945616969326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motucotuma.blogspot.com/2005/07/alm-do-invisvel.html' title='Além do Invisível'/><author><name>Stone Henge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235678325696760236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14116832.post-112058999462153867</id><published>2005-07-05T20:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T15:59:54.626-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SINOPSE DE RECONHECIMENTO</title><content type='html'>- CAPÍTULO I - &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Nas ogivas fúlgidas e nas colunatas da vida muitas situações foram apresentadas a mim. A elaboração deste escarpado manuscrito foi uma delas. &lt;br /&gt;   Em determinados momentos pensei que era perda de tempo, perda de foco. Suscitaram em minh’alma a questão: O que seria o foco da juventude ?. Ora, a juventude não é um período de vida, ela é um estado de espírito, um efeito da vontade, uma qualidade da imaginação, uma intensidade emotiva, uma vitória da coragem sobre a timidez, do gosto da aventura sobre o amor ao conforto. E conclui que não é por termos vivido certo número de anos que envelhecemos. Envelhecemos porque abandonamos nosso ideal. Jovem é aquele que se admira, que se maravilha e pergunta: E depois? Que desafia os acontecimentos e encontra a alegria na vida. Pois bem, não era perda de tempo, mas sim um grande acréscimo. Não usei imprudentemente meu tempo ou minhas palavras. A vida não é uma corrida, mas sim uma viagem que deve ser desfrutada a cada passo.&lt;br /&gt;   Pois bem, foco nós temos e entendemos, mas qual é sua servidão? Imaginem a vida como um jogo, no qual você faz malabarismo com cinco bolas: o trabalho, os amigos, a saúde, a família e o espírito. O trabalho é de borracha. Se vier a cair bate no chão e volta intacto. Mas as outras quatro são de cristal. Um cristal claro e puro, mas muito frágil. Se caírem no chão, quebrarão em infinitésimas. A juventude de alma é o combustível que possibilita a manutenção de todas elas.&lt;br /&gt;   O sentido das coisas não está presente neste manuscrito, mas o manuscrito está presente no sentido da alma.&lt;br /&gt;  Como diz o deputado federal, que está em voga, Roberto Jefferson: "Eu tenho honra. E um homem sem honra não tem alma. Um homem sem alma é um vegetal, e eu não sou um vegetal! Posso até cair, mas com uma faca entre os dentes e uma machadinha na mão!Já sublimei" (ele é impagável!)&lt;br /&gt;ObsImp(Observação importante)este capítulo e você(Argonauta)não tem congruência alguma. Note e pense, apenas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada haver.&lt;br /&gt;Stone henge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14116832-112058999462153867?l=motucotuma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motucotuma.blogspot.com/feeds/112058999462153867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14116832&amp;postID=112058999462153867' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14116832/posts/default/112058999462153867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14116832/posts/default/112058999462153867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motucotuma.blogspot.com/2005/07/sinopse-de-reconhecimento.html' title='SINOPSE DE RECONHECIMENTO'/><author><name>Stone Henge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235678325696760236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14116832.post-112050463129605451</id><published>2005-07-04T20:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T16:01:54.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao saudoso Profº Jayr...</title><content type='html'>SAUDADE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje que a mágoa me apunhala o seio,&lt;br /&gt;E o coração me rasga atroz, imensa,&lt;br /&gt;Eu a bendigo da descrença, em meio,&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu hoje só vivo da descrença.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À noite quando em funda soledade&lt;br /&gt;Minh’alma se recolhe tristemente,&lt;br /&gt;P’ra iluminar-me a alma descontente,&lt;br /&gt;Se acende o círio triste da Saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim afeito às mágoas e ao tormento,&lt;br /&gt;E à dor e ao sofrimento eterno afeito,&lt;br /&gt;Para dar vida à dor e ao sofrimento,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da saudade na campa enegrecida&lt;br /&gt;Guardo a lembrança que me sangra o peito,&lt;br /&gt;Mas que no entanto me alimenta a vida.&lt;br /&gt;                                  A.A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades suas Pai...&lt;br /&gt;Stone Henge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14116832-112050463129605451?l=motucotuma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motucotuma.blogspot.com/feeds/112050463129605451/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14116832&amp;postID=112050463129605451' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14116832/posts/default/112050463129605451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14116832/posts/default/112050463129605451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motucotuma.blogspot.com/2005/07/ao-saudoso-prof-jayr.html' title='Ao saudoso Profº Jayr...'/><author><name>Stone Henge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235678325696760236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14116832.post-112024602496095349</id><published>2005-07-01T16:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T16:27:04.963-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A velha disparidade ...</title><content type='html'>O nosso dileto STF voltou atrás e, por unanimidade, decidiu ser da Justiça do Trabalho a competência para processar e julgar ações por acidente de trabalho, e não da Justiça comum. &lt;br /&gt;Por ter sido tomada em plenário e por unanimidade de votos, a decisão deverá se constituir em súmula da jurisprudência do tribunal e até mesmo súmula vinculante. O ministro Marco Aurélio justificou a reversão dizendo que foi feita “uma nova leitura da Constituição, de forma mais fidedigna”. &lt;br /&gt;Pois então vejamos decisão do nosso não menos dileto Tribunal de Justiça do Estado de Goías sobre matéria idêntica, senão vejamos: Jurisprudência “Acidente de Trabalho. Superveniência da EC nº 45/2004. Justiça Comum Estadual. Competência. 1 - Compete à Justiça Comum Estadual processar e julgar os litígios originados de acidente de trabalho, mesmo após a edição da Emenda Constitucional nº 45, é o que se conclui da interpretação conjunta do artigo 109, I, e 114 da Constituição Federal. 2 - Subsiste íntegra, na esfera de competência material do Poder Judiciário local, a atribuição para processar e julgar as causas acidentárias, sendo inaplicável in casu a Súmula 736 do STF. Agravo de instrumento conhecido e provido.” AI nº 43787-7/180, de Minaçu. Relator: Vítor Barboza Lenza. 1ª Câm. Cív. (Agte: Sama - Mineração de Amianto Ltda; Agdo: Francisco Gomes de Menezes Neto). Acórdão datado em 28.06.2005.&lt;br /&gt;É meus queridos leitores, a vida é assim, "entre tapas e beijos" muitos relacionamentos são levados, ou mesmo arrastados, quem dirá entre as instituições da Justiça do nosso querido e mui amado Brasil. Problema??? hum! é nosso. Os administradores do Direito deverão aguardar, deixar a poeira abaixar. &lt;br /&gt;É ver para crer meus amigos argonautas.&lt;br /&gt;Stone Henge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14116832-112024602496095349?l=motucotuma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motucotuma.blogspot.com/feeds/112024602496095349/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14116832&amp;postID=112024602496095349' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14116832/posts/default/112024602496095349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14116832/posts/default/112024602496095349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motucotuma.blogspot.com/2005/07/velha-disparidade.html' title='A velha disparidade ...'/><author><name>Stone Henge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235678325696760236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
