<?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-76897160337753188</id><updated>2011-09-18T21:36:08.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>expresso da alma</title><subtitle type='html'>Expressar com palavras aquilo que possa ser dito. Sonhos e desejos reunidos. Textos, poesias, trechos de músicas e cotidiano.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ian Mendes Ferraz</name><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>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76897160337753188.post-8363196396863146019</id><published>2011-09-18T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T21:17:28.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>não carregue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;por um instante o sentimento foi de culpa e arrependimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;mas com a reflexão, o tempo, e o "ver passado"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;tudo se &lt;i&gt;tranquilizou&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;culpa é uma palavra com significado forte, assim como arrependimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;creio que não deveriam existir. Poderiam ser substituídas por sinônimos, coisas mais leves, para não pesarem tanto em nossas vidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;não carregue a culpa, não se arrependa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ponha tudo na balança e vai ver que não há motivos para culpa e arrependimento em sua 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/76897160337753188-8363196396863146019?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/feeds/8363196396863146019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=76897160337753188&amp;postID=8363196396863146019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/8363196396863146019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/8363196396863146019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/2011/09/nao-carregue.html' title='não carregue'/><author><name>Ian Mendes Ferraz</name><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-76897160337753188.post-3106660622787293918</id><published>2010-03-09T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T19:00:44.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>instante</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se mexeu como se estivesse sendo tocada. Calor envolto. Mais dois goles de chá, uns tragos e tudo se resolvia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estava tão doce e mesmo assim não percebeu. Seu amargo pessoal tiraria o prazer de qualquer coisa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Caminhou até a sala em passos lentos e arrastados sobre a madeira. O gato observara seu olhar compenetrado para a chuva que caía na rua. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Refletiu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uma vasta respiração tomou conta e voltou-se para o silêncio do quarto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/76897160337753188-3106660622787293918?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/feeds/3106660622787293918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=76897160337753188&amp;postID=3106660622787293918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/3106660622787293918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/3106660622787293918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/2010/03/instante.html' title='instante'/><author><name>Ian Mendes Ferraz</name><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-76897160337753188.post-597502106033438432</id><published>2009-09-01T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T08:36:26.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>um.do.nove</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Um do nove&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Busque sempre o que te move&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Passo a passo, locomove&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tenta um, tenta nove&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Passar um, passar ela&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anos que vão&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anos que ela&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Passo a passo, passarela&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Caminhe aí&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Alívio aqui&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Saiba te&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que o desejo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não mora mais&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;________________Aqui.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/76897160337753188-597502106033438432?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/feeds/597502106033438432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=76897160337753188&amp;postID=597502106033438432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/597502106033438432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/597502106033438432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/2009/09/umdonove.html' title='um.do.nove'/><author><name>Ian Mendes Ferraz</name><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-76897160337753188.post-3076684291763319941</id><published>2009-07-03T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T13:00:46.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>desligue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah, os tolos e suas falsas verdades. Suas versões mal contadas, mal explicadas. É preferível andar com o manto de cafajeste, de vilão do que se submeter à essas meias-verdades. No fundo a verdade prevalece. O julgamento é feito no final. Se cale agora, sofra agora, pois no final o bem prevalece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah, os tolos e suas tolices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/76897160337753188-3076684291763319941?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/feeds/3076684291763319941/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=76897160337753188&amp;postID=3076684291763319941&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/3076684291763319941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/3076684291763319941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/2009/07/desligue.html' title='desligue'/><author><name>Ian Mendes Ferraz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76897160337753188.post-5906196512977722671</id><published>2009-07-01T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T09:59:29.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Julho,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;juro não mais dizer.&lt;br /&gt;Desobedecerei o coração, negarei o desejo.&lt;br /&gt;Com a vontade oculta do “sim”, vou esperar.&lt;br /&gt;Sabe bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/76897160337753188-5906196512977722671?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/feeds/5906196512977722671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=76897160337753188&amp;postID=5906196512977722671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/5906196512977722671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/5906196512977722671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/2009/07/julho-juro-nao-mais-dizer.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian Mendes Ferraz</name><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-76897160337753188.post-425578347772429124</id><published>2009-07-01T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T06:30:09.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Julho 1º</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Julho começa e muitas promessas são feitas. Com as férias, vem o pensamento de se renovar muita coisa, de fazer muita coisa. Outros querem apenas descanso. Estamos na segunda metade do ano. Só mais seis meses para fazer o que não fizemos até um dia atrás. O que você prometeu aos outros? O que você se prometeu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julho é um mês de reflexão, e para mim, quase sempre com um sabor especial.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31 dias&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/76897160337753188-425578347772429124?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/feeds/425578347772429124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=76897160337753188&amp;postID=425578347772429124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/425578347772429124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/425578347772429124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/2009/07/julho-1.html' title='Julho 1º'/><author><name>Ian Mendes Ferraz</name><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-76897160337753188.post-6865657959920486603</id><published>2009-06-27T13:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T13:28:27.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E sonhei novamente, mas era tão real. A mensagem, a ligação, a forma como a paz se estabeleceu. Muito diálogo, muita conversa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora sim! O encontro. Tudo resolvido. Mas era sonho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/76897160337753188-6865657959920486603?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/feeds/6865657959920486603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=76897160337753188&amp;postID=6865657959920486603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/6865657959920486603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/6865657959920486603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/2009/06/e-sonhei-novamente-mas-era-tao-real.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian Mendes Ferraz</name><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-76897160337753188.post-9087109284815548589</id><published>2009-06-27T13:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T13:23:49.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;não quero nada agora além de fôlego e novos ares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/76897160337753188-9087109284815548589?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/feeds/9087109284815548589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=76897160337753188&amp;postID=9087109284815548589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/9087109284815548589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/9087109284815548589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/2009/06/nao-quero-nada-agora-alem-de-folego-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian Mendes Ferraz</name><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-76897160337753188.post-6562060589156888746</id><published>2009-06-24T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:08:25.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu ouvi. Escutei bastante e até compreendo. Entendo. Mas pode ser que não aceite. Não agora. Ideias divergem. Sentimentos não se equiparam. Esperanças frustradas magoam. Até o choro é diferente. Ouvi cem vezes e me emocionei. A conversa inacabada. um dia será retomada. As palavras mal interpretadas. É duro terminar o que não se quer terminar e da forma que acontece. Chega a ser frustrante. Mas porque terminar? Por opção? Porque não lutar contra si mesmo? Eu pergunto: Porque não insistir contra hipóteses? Porque o medo do errado? Porque o medo do arrependimento? Lutar contra o coração é errado? Aliás, arrependimento é uma palavra que não cabe. Faça tudo o que deva fazer. É melhor fazer pensando estar errado do que não fazer e se arrepender. A vida é única. Aprende-se demais com os erros. Isso torna o ser humano forte e mais preparado. Preparado pra tentar e insistir. As vezes, temos três chances e outras nenhuma. Aprendi a lutar demais pelo o que quero. E me arrepender menos pelo que insisti e deu errado. A vida segue. Mais uma porta que se fecha, mas não está trancada, pois a chave está perdida. Perdida pois não há certeza de que se deva fechar essa porta. Ela se fecha por um bom tempo. Por orgulho e por razão. Ela se abriu por mais de uma vez. No momento deve ser fechada. Esta soleira não foi valorizada. O sol que adentrou essa casa não foi merecedor. Não há pose que sustente um bem estar eterno. Há bem estar sim, mas há incômodo, por todos os lados. Perdeu a chance de viver algo diferente e pode ser que não venha a acontecer novamente. Antes, terá que domar o coração. Dizer quem manda e desmanda. Ter coragem e bater de frente. Valorizar o que passa por nossas vidas é vital. As vezs temos três chances e as vezes nenhuma. Pense duas vezes antes de agir.&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/76897160337753188-6562060589156888746?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/feeds/6562060589156888746/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=76897160337753188&amp;postID=6562060589156888746&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/6562060589156888746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/6562060589156888746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-ouvi.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian Mendes Ferraz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76897160337753188.post-4370272676421701186</id><published>2009-06-24T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T14:01:44.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reproduzo um poema que um colega de trabalho fez no dia 14/04 deste ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veloz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veloz, tão veloz, vou, veloz&lt;br /&gt;Como minha própria voz, a voz que sou&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto vou veloz, feroz, por nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizer que te amo, que sermos dois a sós&lt;br /&gt;É tão triste quanto ser veloz só por ser&lt;br /&gt;O que se pode ser enquanto se é veloz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que o mais atroz é estar onde estou, veloz&lt;br /&gt;Com essa voz de gritar o que somos nós,&lt;br /&gt;Os dois, agora, depois, do amor veloz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/76897160337753188-4370272676421701186?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/feeds/4370272676421701186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=76897160337753188&amp;postID=4370272676421701186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/4370272676421701186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/4370272676421701186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/2009/06/reproduzo-um-poema-que-um-colega-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian Mendes Ferraz</name><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-76897160337753188.post-358931449772787143</id><published>2009-06-22T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T20:13:07.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me dê o seu sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;só riso por essa noite&lt;br /&gt;só rindo e indo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais um gole por favor.&lt;br /&gt;outro.&lt;br /&gt;sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nada preciso, além disso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;só de &lt;br /&gt;seu riso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/76897160337753188-358931449772787143?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/feeds/358931449772787143/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=76897160337753188&amp;postID=358931449772787143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/358931449772787143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/358931449772787143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/2009/06/me-de-o-seu-sorriso.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian Mendes Ferraz</name><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-76897160337753188.post-3334438916973620060</id><published>2009-06-19T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:29:01.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;paciência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciência&lt;br /&gt;sim&lt;br /&gt;ciente&lt;br /&gt;passe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/76897160337753188-3334438916973620060?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76897160337753188.post-4895102020118768443</id><published>2009-06-14T17:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T17:01:15.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>passo.com</title><content type='html'>Com passo&lt;br /&gt;Descompasso&lt;br /&gt;Passo a frente&lt;br /&gt;Passo atrás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compasso&lt;br /&gt;Desconcerto&lt;br /&gt;Sempre o erro&lt;br /&gt;A vagar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com passo&lt;br /&gt;Há espaço&lt;br /&gt;Para um passo&lt;br /&gt;Devagar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compasso&lt;br /&gt;Acelera&lt;br /&gt;Mas não erre&lt;br /&gt;Ao parar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/76897160337753188-4895102020118768443?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76897160337753188.post-6528111037451858773</id><published>2009-06-14T16:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:56:42.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eterno retorno</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/cliente/CONFIG%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style 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o vago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/76897160337753188-6528111037451858773?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/feeds/6528111037451858773/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=76897160337753188&amp;postID=6528111037451858773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/6528111037451858773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/6528111037451858773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/2009/06/eterno-retorno.html' title='Eterno retorno'/><author><name>Ian Mendes 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style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17:17   19:19  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;pensando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;08:08   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;em&lt;/span&gt;     04:04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt;    21:21  22:22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;03:03   07:07  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;agora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;olho.paro.penso.está.assim.repetidas.vezes&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/76897160337753188-609552335744708540?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/feeds/609552335744708540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=76897160337753188&amp;postID=609552335744708540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/609552335744708540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/609552335744708540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/2009/06/1111-1616-0606-alguem-2323-0000-1414.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian Mendes Ferraz</name><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-76897160337753188.post-3567396666058062548</id><published>2009-06-11T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:08:27.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e de novo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;suspiros&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;perdidos em algum lugar&lt;br /&gt;a um bom tempo esquecidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retoma, retorna.&lt;br /&gt;retorna a vontade, o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sorriso&lt;/span&gt; diferenciado,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;largo&lt;/span&gt; por si só.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O olhar se fixa, gira em torno de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ti&lt;/span&gt; e ao meu redor todo o resto gira.&lt;br /&gt;Somente gira, não vejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é bom&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sentir &lt;/span&gt;novamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prazer&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_obrigado.&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/76897160337753188-3567396666058062548?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/feeds/3567396666058062548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;em ritmo de dança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;passos e mais passos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;em uma música alegre&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;contagiante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nada é capaz de parar&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a cada dia o sorriso fortalece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;motivação de sobra pra tentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;buscar o que realmente quer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;obrigado é pouco!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;agradecimentos são insuficientes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tornar este momento eterno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;é um passo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;mesmo que volte a um descompasso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;agradecer por estar assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ter estado assim por tanto tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vida, sem palavras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Obrigado é pouco!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/76897160337753188-3474151240219518569?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76897160337753188.post-4220377183108579160</id><published>2009-05-31T21:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:35:48.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwWrWwRBIPk/SiNaa5NlMBI/AAAAAAAAAEs/uTBZFNPuMag/s1600-h/sorriso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwWrWwRBIPk/SiNaa5NlMBI/AAAAAAAAAEs/uTBZFNPuMag/s320/sorriso.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342213001072422930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Contagia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;nte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado!!!&lt;br /&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/76897160337753188-4220377183108579160?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/feeds/4220377183108579160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=76897160337753188&amp;postID=4220377183108579160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/4220377183108579160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/4220377183108579160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/2009/05/contagia-nte-obrigado.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian Mendes Ferraz</name><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/_IwWrWwRBIPk/SiNaa5NlMBI/AAAAAAAAAEs/uTBZFNPuMag/s72-c/sorriso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76897160337753188.post-7154844109503273009</id><published>2009-04-28T07:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T07:29:33.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enterro anunciado</title><content type='html'>O enterro antes anunciado, recebe sua quarta pá de terra.&lt;br /&gt;Confiança e motivação são o norte deste ato.&lt;br /&gt;Já não se vê mais rosto, nem resquício de sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma respiração funda de alívio e um olhar pra frente. Sem lamentar o tempo perdido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quatro pás, quase suficientes para nem pensar mais no assunto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/76897160337753188-7154844109503273009?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/feeds/7154844109503273009/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=76897160337753188&amp;postID=7154844109503273009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/7154844109503273009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/7154844109503273009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/2009/04/enterro-anunciado.html' title='Enterro anunciado'/><author><name>Ian Mendes Ferraz</name><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-76897160337753188.post-5761841747567435590</id><published>2009-04-19T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T06:49:38.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Seus espaços são curtos, mas não sua imaginação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;A cada dia se abre novas soleiras, novos mundos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;São metros quadrados e outros quadrados e retângulos que ampliam seus horizontes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;São vozes, sons, gestos e sorrisos marcados que denotam segurança, conforto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Ela se agarra neste pequeno mundo. Nas pessoas e coisas em que se sente confortável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Mas tem sede e quer agarrar o mundo com as mãos. Descobrir as palavras, os gostos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Um mundo inteiro à sua volta. Inúmeras mãos pra te abraçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;E embarcar junto nessa descoberta de mundo que está longe de terminar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Acontece todos os dias, surpreendendo a todos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Vamos!&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/76897160337753188-5761841747567435590?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/feeds/5761841747567435590/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=76897160337753188&amp;postID=5761841747567435590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/5761841747567435590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/5761841747567435590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/2009/04/seus-espacos-sao-curtos-mas-nao-sua.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian Mendes Ferraz</name><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-76897160337753188.post-6138134481480204107</id><published>2009-03-31T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T18:24:32.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Incapaz de julgar</title><content type='html'>E a caixa permanecia ali. Intacta. Fruto de verdades e acontecimentos possívelmente esquecidos. Se não esquecidos, guardados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A junção daquelas duas letras, daquelas duas pessoas, resultava na palavra amor ou até em algo maior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai ver que por isso que a caixa permanece ali, ao alcance dos olhos de quem a vê. Mesmo quem não a esteja enxergando no presente&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/76897160337753188-6138134481480204107?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/feeds/6138134481480204107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=76897160337753188&amp;postID=6138134481480204107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/6138134481480204107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/6138134481480204107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/2009/03/incapaz-de-julgar.html' title='Incapaz de julgar'/><author><name>Ian Mendes Ferraz</name><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-76897160337753188.post-6331011713871827401</id><published>2009-03-18T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T06:59:49.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E sobre a violência&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Segunda-feira, durante a aula de ética, tivemos um pequeno embate sobre  suicídio, o fato de os veículos não divulgarem números para não incentivar a população e a constante exposição de violência na mídia. Na turma estavam presentes alunos de vários cursos das áreas de Saúde e Humanas. O que me chamou a atenção e me levou a escrever sobre o assunto aqui no blog foi a reação de algumas pessoas sobre a constante exposição da violência, de uma forma geral, na televisão. Indagavam os alunos: “a mídia hoje ensina como fazer um seqüestro”, “eles mostram perfeitamente o funcionamento de uma arma”, “eles reproduziram perfeitamente como jogaram a menina do prédio em São Paulo”.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Todas as opiniões eram acompanhadas de achismos, distantes de embasamentos e pior, mal sabiam citar o caso que estavam citando, ou seja, falavam: “aquela moça lá de São Paulo”. Não sabiam do que estavam falando direito, mas reclamavam da forte exposição da violência na mídia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concordo em parte que mostramos violência demais e que as vezes dá para “espremer e tirar sangue” tamanha a violência exposta. Mas o que queriam aqueles alunos? Que a mídia mostrasse só finais felizes? Esse lado real e tão presente em nossas vidas fosse deixado de lado? É óbvio que existem outras pautas interessantes, mas se o mundo anda tão hostil e conturbado, não tem como deixar de lado este assunto. O que se pode mudar é a abordagem.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;E sobre o fato de detalhar como foi feito um sequestro ou como foi o trajeto do avião que caiu em Goiânia, nada mais justo. É função da imprensa informar. A riqueza dos detalhes e o crescimento da tecnologia nos levaram a esse ponto. Novos programas que permitem uma reprodução fidedigna do real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez aqueles(as) colegas de classe estejam mais preocupadas com entretenimento na TV ou desconheçam a função de informar que a imprensa tem. Mudemos a abordagem sobre a violência, mas deixar de tocar no assunto, só quando o mundo estiver em paz.&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/76897160337753188-6331011713871827401?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/feeds/6331011713871827401/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=76897160337753188&amp;postID=6331011713871827401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/6331011713871827401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/6331011713871827401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-sobre-violencia-segunda-feira-durante.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian Mendes Ferraz</name><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-76897160337753188.post-435465618962264039</id><published>2009-03-17T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T13:00:59.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Soulmates never die but sometimes we need to bury then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/76897160337753188-435465618962264039?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76897160337753188.post-4892183430651885797</id><published>2009-03-08T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T09:01:44.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwWrWwRBIPk/SbPoRseJGeI/AAAAAAAAAEY/IcJsS2ZB5G0/s1600-h/montagem+mulheres+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwWrWwRBIPk/SbPoRseJGeI/AAAAAAAAAEY/IcJsS2ZB5G0/s320/montagem+mulheres+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310843776292952546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mulheres da minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais importante do que se possa imaginar&lt;br /&gt;Na minha formação como gente e como homem&lt;br /&gt;Nas minhas tomadas de decisões&lt;br /&gt;Em meus anseios e caprichos&lt;br /&gt;Elas estão presentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São como parte de mim&lt;br /&gt;E influenciam minha vida de forma vital&lt;br /&gt;Cada uma tem a sua importância&lt;br /&gt;E em cada fase da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou levá-las para sempre comigo&lt;br /&gt;Jóias preciosas&lt;br /&gt;Se hoje sou o que sou e ainda estou me construindo&lt;br /&gt;Boa parte é por vocês&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço por ter tido a oportunidade&lt;br /&gt;de ter cada uma de vocês&lt;br /&gt;presente ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;O tempo que puder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é apenas um dia comemorativo&lt;br /&gt;A importância de vocês é diária&lt;br /&gt;Mulheres da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Para todo e sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Obrigado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Na foto: Alice, Mia, Joana, Lisa, Jacque, Rachel, Nádia, Tainá, Mariana, Fátima, Larissa e Elizia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/76897160337753188-4892183430651885797?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/feeds/4892183430651885797/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=76897160337753188&amp;postID=4892183430651885797&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/4892183430651885797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/4892183430651885797'/><link 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/&gt;da minha infância&lt;br /&gt;de descobrirmos coisas&lt;br /&gt;das risadas inocentes&lt;br /&gt;dos passos juntos&lt;br /&gt;partilhar medos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a amizade não se perde&lt;br /&gt;O coração bate junto ao redor do mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que essa mesma vida que lhes tomou de mim&lt;br /&gt;não no sentido possessivo&lt;br /&gt;seja capaz de devolvê-los um dia.&lt;br /&gt;Reencontro são sempre agradáveis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dedicado a Pedro, Gabriel e Guido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/76897160337753188-8887058815945337793?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/feeds/8887058815945337793/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Como suceder a esta avalanche&lt;br /&gt;Onde estará meu limte?&lt;br /&gt;Minha vontade e capacidade&lt;br /&gt;de resolver as coisas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me agarro naqueles em que acredito&lt;br /&gt;terem força e me ajudarem&lt;br /&gt;a resolver meus conflitos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como é saudável e gratificante ter pessoas&lt;br /&gt;assim ao nosso lado.&lt;br /&gt;Ser a solução para alguém e um braço amigo&lt;br /&gt;um porto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se as pessoas no mundo andassem de mãos dadas assim&lt;br /&gt;de fato seríamos pessoas melhores&lt;br /&gt;Existiram menos conflitos&lt;br /&gt;Seríamos "deuses" e viveríamos mais&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/76897160337753188-7483239404839638745?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76897160337753188.post-5568807599889338097</id><published>2009-03-03T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:01:33.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quando menos se espera&lt;br /&gt;surge uma novidade.&lt;br /&gt;Esqueço por vezes que a vida é feita de novidades&lt;br /&gt;e não só do cotidiano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rotina me ajuda a esquecer disso.&lt;br /&gt;Atos iguais, lugares iguais e pessoas iguais&lt;br /&gt;Isso me cega. Nunca é tarde pra mudar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e sobre aquelas novidades "não tão novidades assim"&lt;br /&gt;aquelas pessoas que nos rondam diariamente&lt;br /&gt;e passam desapercebidas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quantas pessoas interessantes existem no mundo?&lt;br /&gt;E quantas deixamos de conhecer?&lt;br /&gt;E quantas não prendemos em nossas vidas para torná-las inesquecíveis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejamos mais humanos&lt;br /&gt;Um bom dia não fere ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso ganha o dia&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço trás conforto&lt;br /&gt;Sintonize quem te ama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/76897160337753188-5568807599889338097?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/feeds/5568807599889338097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=76897160337753188&amp;postID=5568807599889338097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/5568807599889338097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/5568807599889338097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/2009/03/quando-menos-se-espera-surge-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian Mendes Ferraz</name><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-76897160337753188.post-2280841281844869461</id><published>2009-03-03T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:30:58.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Onde estão meus passos?&lt;br /&gt;Será que sigo realmente as minhas vontades?&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração em descompasso, perdido, buscando a luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desobedeço e encareço o preço que pago ao ver que tomei a medida errada&lt;br /&gt;Pra salvar, só a esperança.a franca verdade que só a mais pura vontade&lt;br /&gt;Do fundo do coração é capaz de nos mostrar&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que realmente sentimos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lutar, perseguir os objetivos.&lt;br /&gt;Estou no lugar certo? Na hora errada?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei, sinto que meu momento vai chegar.&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração pulsa em uma direção.&lt;br /&gt;Acordei com ele diferente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/76897160337753188-2280841281844869461?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/feeds/2280841281844869461/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=76897160337753188&amp;postID=2280841281844869461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/2280841281844869461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/2280841281844869461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/2009/03/onde-estao-meus-passos-sera-que-sigo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian Mendes Ferraz</name><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-76897160337753188.post-4024991759748435875</id><published>2009-01-22T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T18:27:29.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>primeiros passos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de repente a novidade&lt;br /&gt;Soube através de uma ligação e foi conferir&lt;br /&gt;Para muitos uma coisa banal&lt;br /&gt;Para ele uma nova etapa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele tipo de coisa que esperamos ansiosamente acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Foi ali naquele corredor que ela deu os primeiros passos&lt;br /&gt;O coração dele não aguentou. Como um gol do time na final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A novidade emocionou. E como emocionou.&lt;br /&gt;A cada passo, uma descoberta.&lt;br /&gt;Olhares atentos, vibrantes e receosos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cuidado e o zelo misturados com a euforia e alegria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso é só um começo. Esse coração vai bater muito ainda&lt;br /&gt;A cada descoberta, a cada novo passo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/76897160337753188-4024991759748435875?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/feeds/4024991759748435875/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=76897160337753188&amp;postID=4024991759748435875&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/4024991759748435875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/4024991759748435875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/2009/01/primeiros-passos-e-de-repente-novidade.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian Mendes Ferraz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76897160337753188.post-1329478425843279420</id><published>2009-01-19T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T17:16:00.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;Me deixe sim&lt;br /&gt;Mas só se for&lt;br /&gt;Pra ir ali&lt;br /&gt;E pra voltar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me deixe sim&lt;br /&gt;Meu grão de amor&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca deixe&lt;br /&gt;De me amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora as noites são tão longas&lt;br /&gt;No escuro eu penso em te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Me deixe só&lt;br /&gt;Até a hora de voltar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me esqueça sim&lt;br /&gt;Pra não sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Pra não chorar&lt;br /&gt;Pra não sentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me esqueça sim&lt;br /&gt;Que eu quero ver&lt;br /&gt;Você tentar&lt;br /&gt;Sem conseguir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cama agora está tão fria&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sinto seu calor&lt;br /&gt;Me esqueça sim&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca esqueça o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É só você que vem&lt;br /&gt;No meu cantar meu bem&lt;br /&gt;É só pensar que vem&lt;br /&gt;Lá ra ra rá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me cobre mil telefonemas&lt;br /&gt;Depois me cubra de paixão&lt;br /&gt;Me pegue bem&lt;br /&gt;Misture alma e coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arnaldo antunes - grão de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/76897160337753188-1329478425843279420?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/feeds/1329478425843279420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=76897160337753188&amp;postID=1329478425843279420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/1329478425843279420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/1329478425843279420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-deixe-sim-mas-s-se-for-pra-ir-ali-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian Mendes Ferraz</name><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-76897160337753188.post-7356829820712252099</id><published>2009-01-18T16:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:52:18.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a cada passo&lt;br /&gt;a cada dificuldade&lt;br /&gt;a cada não&lt;br /&gt;a cada incerteza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é daí que consigo força&lt;br /&gt;pra lutar pelo que eu quero&lt;br /&gt;pelo que eu gosto&lt;br /&gt;por quem eu amo&lt;br /&gt;por quem eu quero bem&lt;br /&gt;pelas pessoas que fazem parte da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;os erros ensinam&lt;br /&gt;o aprendizado é longo&lt;br /&gt;a paciência anda ao lado&lt;br /&gt;o coração bate forte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conseguirei...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/76897160337753188-7356829820712252099?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/feeds/7356829820712252099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=76897160337753188&amp;postID=7356829820712252099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/7356829820712252099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/7356829820712252099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/2009/01/cada-passo-cada-dificuldade-cada-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian Mendes Ferraz</name><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-76897160337753188.post-4034565951176647954</id><published>2008-10-21T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T04:03:48.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;21 de outubro de 2007 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O dia mais importante da minha vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dia em que deixei de pensar em mim e pensar em nós&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dia em que meu coração passou a bater por dois&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que o meu amor tornou se mais franco e sincero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Dia em que olhei o mundo com outros olhos e responsabilidades&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dia de esperança de renovação. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Novos rumos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dia de parte de mim medo e parte de mim coragem &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dia 21 de outubro de 2007.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O dia mais importante da minha vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dia de Alice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/76897160337753188-4034565951176647954?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/feeds/4034565951176647954/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=76897160337753188&amp;postID=4034565951176647954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/4034565951176647954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/4034565951176647954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/2008/10/21-de-outubro-de-2007-o-dia-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian Mendes Ferraz</name><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-76897160337753188.post-1606373200284343718</id><published>2008-10-04T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T17:40:22.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ando por aí querendo te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Em cada esquina, paro em cada olhar&lt;br /&gt;Deixo a tristeza e trago a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;esperança&lt;/span&gt; em seu lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que o nosso amor pra sempre viva&lt;/span&gt;, minha dádiva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quero poder jurar que essa paixão jamais será&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Palavras, apenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Palavras pequenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando por aí querendo te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Em cada esquina paro em cada olhar&lt;br /&gt;Deixo a tristeza e trago a esperança em seu lugar&lt;br /&gt;Que o nosso amor pra sempre viva, minha dádiva&lt;br /&gt;Quero poder jurar que essa paixão jamais será&lt;br /&gt;Palavras, apenas&lt;br /&gt;Palavras pequenas&lt;br /&gt;Palavras, momento&lt;br /&gt;Palavras palavras&lt;br /&gt;Palavras palavras&lt;br /&gt;Palavras ao vento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cássia Eller - Palavras ao vento&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/76897160337753188-1606373200284343718?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/feeds/1606373200284343718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=76897160337753188&amp;postID=1606373200284343718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/1606373200284343718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/1606373200284343718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/2008/10/ando-por-querendo-te-encontrar-em-cada.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian Mendes Ferraz</name><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-76897160337753188.post-988495763235358538</id><published>2008-10-03T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:54:04.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ainda tenho esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;enquanto bater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sussurrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;murmurar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;terei  esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;enquanto houver sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o abraço amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o afago, o amasso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;do seu colo, a saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;do seu beijo, o desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;único que guardo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a saudade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/76897160337753188-988495763235358538?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/feeds/988495763235358538/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=76897160337753188&amp;postID=988495763235358538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/988495763235358538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/988495763235358538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/2008/10/ainda-tenho-esperana-enquanto-bater.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian Mendes Ferraz</name><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-76897160337753188.post-4048772124559445956</id><published>2008-06-23T05:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T05:48:49.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>vago no oceano distante e azul&lt;br /&gt;pra não deixar as incertezas tomarem conta de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meus arrependimentos são poucos&lt;br /&gt;porém profundos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confundo muito, muita coisa&lt;br /&gt;entendo muito, não demonstro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de toda vida vale e guardo&lt;br /&gt;os momentos que eu passo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/76897160337753188-4048772124559445956?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/feeds/4048772124559445956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=76897160337753188&amp;postID=4048772124559445956&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/4048772124559445956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/4048772124559445956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/2008/06/vago-no-oceano-distante-e-azul-pra-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian Mendes Ferraz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76897160337753188.post-4513872330155360918</id><published>2008-03-04T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T17:53:39.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O TEMPO</title><content type='html'>Após muito tempo sem atualizar, um texto sobre o tempo. Na verdade uma crônica, que tive que fazer para uma aula da faculdade. Vamos a ela:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo, por Ian Mendes&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;Precioso instrumento do homem é o tempo. Segundos, minutos, horas, dias, semanas, meses, anos, séculos, milênios e por ai vai. São dezenas de milhares de unidades de tempo que utilizamos para nos situar. Às vezes nos perdemos entre elas, mas justamente, para não nos perdemos, é que fracionamos o nosso precioso tempo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;O tempo anda no compasso do Universo e a vida anda no compasso do tempo. O primeiro caminha sereno, sem pressa, sem momento certo de acabar. Pode ser porque talvez ele nunca vá acabar, mas este assunto fica para outra conversa. Para nós humanos, o tempo tem uma certeza apenas: a da morte. Todo este intervalo entre o surgimento da vida e quando nos desligamos dela é que faz a diferença. O que somos capazes de fazer em vinte e quatro horas? O tempo, tão valorozo, não possui valor financeiro, mas possui valor histórico. Com o tempo vimos guerras, fatos importantes, revoluções, descobertas, surgimento de cidades, mudanças culturais, conhecemos gente e uma infinidade de fatos. Todos os fatos, mas todos sem exceção, poderiam e são mudados com o tempo. Uma palavra dita, um segundo que seja, pode alterar vidas. As decisões do homem sempre caminharam através do tempo. Talvez se tivesse aproveitado melhor, teríamos tido menos guerras, mais acordos, menos desigualdade, maior compaixão. Tudo se o homem gastasse melhor o tempo pensando, como vários escritores fizeram. Mas não vamos culpar o tempo, que de culpa ele não tem nada. Nós que o aproveitamos da maneira que bem entendemos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;O tempo foi e é capaz de guiar nossas vidas. Um beijo, uma briga, as horas de estudo na universidade, o engarrafamento, o sono, uma conversa no bar, as incertezas. Tempo que nos falta e tempo que nos sobra. Equacionar o tempo é tarefa difícil. Nem Einstein conseguiu explicar o tempo. O conselho singelo que deixo é levar o tempo em ritmo de música. Deixe que ele cure, situe e guie cada um de nós. Seja amigo do tempo para evitar problemas. Trate o como a batida de seu coração, a valsa de sua formatura, o gol aos 45 minutos do segundo tempo, o pedido de namoro à moça por que se apaixonou, o almoço de família, as horas de estudo para a prova de matemática, a entrevista de emprego, a espera na fila do banco, as leituras antes de dormir e por ai vai. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Existir, aprender&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;diariamente com o bom e o mal. E neste maniqueísmo que muitas vezes nos encontramos, ter em mente que nossos pontos de vista são choques constantes que mudam com o tempo. Diário-a-mente o tempo vai nos levar. Deixe se levar. Deixe se aprender. O tempo é o nosso cérebro-célebre, o mais culto de nossos irmãos. O jovem aprender com o senil e vice-versa. Somos todos humanos, mesmos sentimentos, enredados na mesma grandeza que tentamos mensurar, mas que por fim é incontrolável.&lt;span style="color: rgb(96, 96, 96);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/76897160337753188-4513872330155360918?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/feeds/4513872330155360918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=76897160337753188&amp;postID=4513872330155360918&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/4513872330155360918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/4513872330155360918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-tempo.html' title='O TEMPO'/><author><name>Ian Mendes Ferraz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76897160337753188.post-3471582642159529407</id><published>2007-12-31T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T12:34:51.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;venha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forte, intenso, surpreso, alegre, insano,renovador,agregador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muita luz para todos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 foi um grande ano para mim, muitas mudanças e boas supresas na vida!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/76897160337753188-3471582642159529407?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/feeds/3471582642159529407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=76897160337753188&amp;postID=3471582642159529407&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/3471582642159529407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/3471582642159529407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/2007/12/2008-venha-forte-intenso-surpreso.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian Mendes Ferraz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76897160337753188.post-6723454779551902044</id><published>2007-12-29T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T13:57:08.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muito obrigado</title><content type='html'>Agradeço por ter amigos e poder contar com eles. Dar valor às pequenas coisas. Conversas que melhoram o humor. Ficar de bem com a vida. Passar horas e horas rindo. Isso é saúde. Isso é vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado a meus amigos(as)-irmãos(as). Quero tê-los por toda a vida. &lt;br /&gt;Alegria -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/76897160337753188-6723454779551902044?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/feeds/6723454779551902044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=76897160337753188&amp;postID=6723454779551902044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/6723454779551902044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/6723454779551902044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/2007/12/muito-obrigado.html' title='Muito obrigado'/><author><name>Ian Mendes Ferraz</name><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-76897160337753188.post-5547346076451115651</id><published>2007-12-28T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T09:36:21.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a linh(e) a vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;a linha escreve&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a linha precede&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a linha acentua&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a linha atenua&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a linha corta&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a linha brota&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a linha minha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a linha vida&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a linha sua&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a linha nua&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a linha nova&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a linha velha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a linha agora não mais escreve&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;em linhas tortas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/76897160337753188-5547346076451115651?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/feeds/5547346076451115651/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=76897160337753188&amp;postID=5547346076451115651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/5547346076451115651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/5547346076451115651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/2007/12/linhe-vida.html' title='a linh(e) a vida'/><author><name>Ian Mendes Ferraz</name><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-76897160337753188.post-3854663305852591590</id><published>2007-12-27T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T08:45:12.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperança</title><content type='html'>Mínimas palavras, gestos simples. Uma conversa a mais e coisas mudam. Aprendi que não se deve desistir. Eu acredito: a esperança é a última que morre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorriso largo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/76897160337753188-3854663305852591590?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/feeds/3854663305852591590/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=76897160337753188&amp;postID=3854663305852591590&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/3854663305852591590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/3854663305852591590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/2007/12/esperana.html' title='Esperança'/><author><name>Ian Mendes Ferraz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76897160337753188.post-986624284960506927</id><published>2007-12-26T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T11:54:10.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>calor, calor, calor!</title><content type='html'>Dia quente. Brasília movimentada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À espera de algum acontecimento. Pra tudo virar, virar tudo. Pólo sul  Pólo norte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém aí?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/76897160337753188-986624284960506927?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/feeds/986624284960506927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=76897160337753188&amp;postID=986624284960506927&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/986624284960506927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/986624284960506927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/2007/12/calor-calor-calor.html' title='calor, calor, calor!'/><author><name>Ian Mendes Ferraz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76897160337753188.post-6217122592856415683</id><published>2007-12-25T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T08:48:31.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>calmaria</title><content type='html'>Hoje é feriado. O frio toma conta da cidade. As lojas fechadas dão o ar de abandono. A paz do silêncio contrasta com os olhares atentos de famílias no eixão à espera de doações. Debaixo dos blocos, outras famílias se despedem levando o que restou do natal. Em muitas, este encontro só se repetirá no próximo dia 25 de dezembro. O calor de um dia agora se transforma  no frio, até que o dia do próximo encontro chegue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/76897160337753188-6217122592856415683?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/feeds/6217122592856415683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=76897160337753188&amp;postID=6217122592856415683&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/6217122592856415683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/6217122592856415683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/2007/12/calmaria.html' title='calmaria'/><author><name>Ian Mendes Ferraz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76897160337753188.post-3880214547006380827</id><published>2007-12-24T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T20:19:33.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'># 01</title><content type='html'>Senti a necessidade de fazer um blog. Como estudante de jornalismo e também para mostrar textos de minha autoria e coisas que achar interessante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O Expresso da Alma chegou, sem tempo determinado de vida. Sem objetivos e ambições. Passará por almas que vagam neste mundo, causando boas e más impressões."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/76897160337753188-3880214547006380827?l=expressodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/feeds/3880214547006380827/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=76897160337753188&amp;postID=3880214547006380827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/3880214547006380827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/76897160337753188/posts/default/3880214547006380827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressodalma.blogspot.com/2007/12/01.html' title='# 01'/><author><name>Ian Mendes Ferraz</name><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>
