<?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-741289557981862374</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:07:24.199-08:00</updated><category term='half past'/><category term='i-try'/><category term='posted from the past'/><category term='i-feel'/><category term='i-praise'/><category term='i-think'/><category term='*Português'/><category term='*English'/><title type='text'>trifid nebula</title><subtitle type='html'>✰the secret blog✰</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i-feel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*English'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='half past'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b0wIErYcH10/TnkK6eslvoI/AAAAAAAABNQ/t0cMo7MyIKo/s1600/bigstockphoto_Tropical_Raw_Sugar_Cane_1785700-720055.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b0wIErYcH10/TnkK6eslvoI/AAAAAAAABNQ/t0cMo7MyIKo/s320/bigstockphoto_Tropical_Raw_Sugar_Cane_1785700-720055.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby when I think of you&lt;br /&gt;And of all the things you do&lt;br /&gt;You must be the sweetest thing&lt;br /&gt;I have laid my lips upon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There must be some sugar cane&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe just blossom honey&lt;br /&gt;Running deep inside your veins&lt;br /&gt;Making me feel funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby when I look at you&lt;br /&gt;You're so cute and bold&lt;br /&gt;And you love me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for you&amp;nbsp;will not&amp;nbsp;grow cold&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your heart is big&lt;br /&gt;And worth more than gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;22/06/2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;20/09/2011&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/741289557981862374-3872799620025749989?l=mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/S4iPGRsbxmI/AAAAAAAABJ4/1Wg7-x3ei8Q/S220/heart+e+eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b0wIErYcH10/TnkK6eslvoI/AAAAAAAABNQ/t0cMo7MyIKo/s72-c/bigstockphoto_Tropical_Raw_Sugar_Cane_1785700-720055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741289557981862374.post-1751878064144220617</id><published>2011-09-16T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T12:47:33.539-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i-feel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*English'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*Português'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-earNfBsx4Ys/Tni8buOSUlI/AAAAAAAABNM/1l9GHR1vIhk/s1600/tumblr_ky1p2toZmb1qb6dxko1_400.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-earNfBsx4Ys/Tni8buOSUlI/AAAAAAAABNM/1l9GHR1vIhk/s400/tumblr_ky1p2toZmb1qb6dxko1_400.gif" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you can heal my soul&lt;br /&gt;I'll follow wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;As long as you hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;Love will make us understand&lt;br /&gt;Shiny stars await someday&lt;br /&gt;Though through thorns we thread today&lt;br /&gt;Please don't let go of my hand&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll always withstand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I am to blame&lt;br /&gt;And the overwhelming weight of shame&lt;br /&gt;Wake me at where I was lying&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in the tears I was crying&lt;br /&gt;Sovereign in my own pain&lt;br /&gt;Suffering without gain&lt;br /&gt;In vain?&lt;br /&gt;Or more than a stain in my heart?&lt;br /&gt;Like something that can't be torn apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou por alguém?&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que eu me vejo&lt;br /&gt;Me equilibrando na beira do abismo&lt;br /&gt;Mergulhando sem ensejo&lt;br /&gt;Perdido no desejo&lt;br /&gt;De saber voltar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhando com o caminho a se caminhar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741289557981862374-1751878064144220617?l=mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/S4iPGRsbxmI/AAAAAAAABJ4/1Wg7-x3ei8Q/S220/heart+e+eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-earNfBsx4Ys/Tni8buOSUlI/AAAAAAAABNM/1l9GHR1vIhk/s72-c/tumblr_ky1p2toZmb1qb6dxko1_400.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741289557981862374.post-9164689968237978395</id><published>2011-08-22T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T15:07:10.020-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i-think'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i-feel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*Português'/><title type='text'>PALAVRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tLFWy_g1bsw/TnpfRr0PlLI/AAAAAAAABNw/v8rqENQ-jYM/s1600/Clipboard01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tLFWy_g1bsw/TnpfRr0PlLI/AAAAAAAABNw/v8rqENQ-jYM/s320/Clipboard01.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Palavra amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Principal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Palavra um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Inicial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Palavra luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Vital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Palavra escrita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;guardada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Falada estilhaçada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Entendida, ás vezes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;E usada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Acanhada, avessa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Descompassada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Preenchendo o espaço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Vazio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Rabiscando as linhas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;De vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Generando gerando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Andando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Prenhando nascendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;herdando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Revolucionando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Revolução&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Palavra precisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Precisão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Palavra imprecisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Revolução&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Palavra necessária.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Palavra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;necessária para revolução.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;22/12/2006&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/741289557981862374-9164689968237978395?l=mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/9164689968237978395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741289557981862374&amp;postID=9164689968237978395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/9164689968237978395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/9164689968237978395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/2011/08/palavra.html' title='PALAVRA'/><author><name>Maria Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14712538444312080136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/S4iPGRsbxmI/AAAAAAAABJ4/1Wg7-x3ei8Q/S220/heart+e+eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tLFWy_g1bsw/TnpfRr0PlLI/AAAAAAAABNw/v8rqENQ-jYM/s72-c/Clipboard01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741289557981862374.post-2904625248545863611</id><published>2011-08-22T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T14:44:51.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='posted from the past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*Português'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Zpze7h8sDY/TnpaHj0C68I/AAAAAAAABNo/jAE4t1uuXbA/s1600/P1120123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Zpze7h8sDY/TnpaHj0C68I/AAAAAAAABNo/jAE4t1uuXbA/s320/P1120123.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso de você&lt;br /&gt;como a luz da escuridão&lt;br /&gt;necessita o seu compasso&lt;br /&gt;pra bater meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que estava escrito&lt;br /&gt;um romance tão bonito&lt;br /&gt;era pura ilusão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao tentar reler a história&lt;br /&gt;procurando pelas linhas&lt;br /&gt;revirando a memória&lt;br /&gt;vi que eu estava sozinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só na página vazia&lt;br /&gt;encontrei o que eu queria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te procuro e não encontro&lt;br /&gt;talvez seja só um conto&lt;br /&gt;não sei como aumentar um ponto&lt;br /&gt;nessa trama sem razão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao fitar o infinito&lt;br /&gt;penso que só eu existo&lt;br /&gt;talvez sejas só um fruto&lt;br /&gt;da minha imaginação&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sigo te criando&lt;br /&gt;continuo acreditando&lt;br /&gt;que um dia hás de chegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser aqui na rua&lt;br /&gt;talvez sob a luz da lua&lt;br /&gt;talvez em qualquer lugar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;22/12/2006&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/741289557981862374-2904625248545863611?l=mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/2904625248545863611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KogSu13hAvo/TnkRI4M30cI/AAAAAAAABNk/kxgSMG1r08A/s320/Image14.gif" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Será que penso sozinha? Ou será que outras cabeças também pensam através do meu pensamento?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Quantos desejos, satisfeitos ou incompletos? Quantas certezas, confusas, expressas?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Imagens torrenciais de símbolos universais... Desenhos, palavras, sentimentos, comunicações. Expressões. Impressões. Idéias...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A mente, que se sabe casa de um só ser, de repente se sente invadida, habitada, visitada por tormentos, lembranças, conceitos que não parece conhecer.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Aonde estão as portas dessa mansão? Qual é o critério de seleção? Quem pode entrar e quem não?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pensamentos extravasam sentimentos. Sentimos, pensamos, analisamos, então falamos. Mas quem influi em nossa análise? Quem analisa por nossos olhos? Quem, além de Deus, poderia ter o direito de nos julgar?*&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Os pensamentos ainda são livres. Um pouco, pelo menos. ** Assim como os sentimentos. Mas até quando?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Já que assim, baseado em que&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Você pune quem não é você?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tbRrpJNitgU"&gt; Novo Aeon - Raul Seixas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;se comparado a 1984 (George Orwell).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;25/05/2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;2:05 am﻿&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/741289557981862374-7669791466638369794?l=mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/7669791466638369794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741289557981862374&amp;postID=7669791466638369794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/7669791466638369794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/7669791466638369794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/2011/05/sera-que-penso-sozinha-ou-sera-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14712538444312080136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/S4iPGRsbxmI/AAAAAAAABJ4/1Wg7-x3ei8Q/S220/heart+e+eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KogSu13hAvo/TnkRI4M30cI/AAAAAAAABNk/kxgSMG1r08A/s72-c/Image14.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741289557981862374.post-3621293805954759400</id><published>2011-03-13T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T16:51:03.312-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i-think'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*English'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='posted from the past'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So you get a blank page And suddenly the mind becomes emptyAll the thoughts that were trying to come out seem to get shy at the sight of the empty linesAll the glory and the pain, grace and disdain, all that's troubling my brainIn the flap of a wing flew awayBut is it really gone? Has it really gone away? Or is it just hiding in some dark corner?It's like someone's knocking at a door to come out, but at the moment the door gets opened, hiding inside in the dark seems to be a better idea.Blurred mind and blatant feelings doesn't sound like a very good combination.The worst kind of loneliness is when there's someone right beside you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741289557981862374-3621293805954759400?l=mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/3621293805954759400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741289557981862374&amp;postID=3621293805954759400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/3621293805954759400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/3621293805954759400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-you-get-blank-pageand-suddenly-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14712538444312080136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/S4iPGRsbxmI/AAAAAAAABJ4/1Wg7-x3ei8Q/S220/heart+e+eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741289557981862374.post-5116995213774859168</id><published>2010-04-06T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T09:34:23.954-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i-feel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*Português'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/S7tpH-SlfAI/AAAAAAAABL8/3O9Cwr5kZjM/s1600/broken_heart-1510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457070959190440962" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/S7tpH-SlfAI/AAAAAAAABL8/3O9Cwr5kZjM/s320/broken_heart-1510.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debulhando lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dilacerando meu próprio coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procuro e não encontro razão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os sonhos que eu ousei sonhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei se agora vão se apagar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Realidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parece sempre tão longe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A tristeza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sempre se esconde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;em algum cantinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que nem o seu cheiro &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que me invade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como um passarinho....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chorei e ousei sonhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sonhei, cansei de chorar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas nunca sei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;se o que espero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;se o que eu quero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;um dia vai chegar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E nem sei se eu posso querer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nem sei se é permitido ao meu ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aquele sonhar distante que já nem me lembro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aquela luz fascinante que vem de um escombro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo ruindo e ainda assim vem surgindo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas e se for apenas uma miragem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu não chegar depois dessa viagem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aonde eu acho que quero ir?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741289557981862374-5116995213774859168?l=mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/5116995213774859168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741289557981862374&amp;postID=5116995213774859168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/5116995213774859168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/5116995213774859168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/2010/04/debulhando-lagrimas-dilacerando-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14712538444312080136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/S4iPGRsbxmI/AAAAAAAABJ4/1Wg7-x3ei8Q/S220/heart+e+eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/S7tpH-SlfAI/AAAAAAAABL8/3O9Cwr5kZjM/s72-c/broken_heart-1510.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741289557981862374.post-3488210285133837668</id><published>2010-02-26T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:43:23.824-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i-think'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i-feel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*Português'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i-praise'/><title type='text'>OBEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/S4iSKQxVowI/AAAAAAAABKg/bg09n6qik7U/s1600-h/Obey-LOTUS-ORNAMENT-Black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/S4iSKQxVowI/AAAAAAAABKg/bg09n6qik7U/s320/Obey-LOTUS-ORNAMENT-Black.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442760854675497730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/S4iR2olOrFI/AAAAAAAABKY/vo16Ve_9hCA/s1600-h/Obey-LOTUS-ORNAMENT-Black.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A obediência necessita às vezes ser cega.&lt;div&gt;Obedecer quando se concorda &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não signifa necessariamente obedecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741289557981862374-3488210285133837668?l=mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/3488210285133837668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741289557981862374&amp;postID=3488210285133837668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/3488210285133837668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/3488210285133837668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/2010/02/obediencia-necessita-as-vezes-ser-cega.html' title='OBEY'/><author><name>Maria Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14712538444312080136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/S4iPGRsbxmI/AAAAAAAABJ4/1Wg7-x3ei8Q/S220/heart+e+eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/S4iSKQxVowI/AAAAAAAABKg/bg09n6qik7U/s72-c/Obey-LOTUS-ORNAMENT-Black.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741289557981862374.post-3337410224217946717</id><published>2009-05-03T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T20:20:17.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i-feel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*English'/><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/Sf3r71M006I/AAAAAAAABC8/DIfScw5df0M/s1600-h/gratitude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331676947002217378" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/Sf3r71M006I/AAAAAAAABC8/DIfScw5df0M/s320/gratitude.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 213px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“One way to shut up that carping voice in our heads is to practice gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;Today, call a friend or your teacher or open your journal and say ten things you are grateful for.” — &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yehuda Berg’s Daily Tune-Up for Sunday, May 3rd 2009&lt;br /&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://www.chriszimmerman.net/" linkindex="42"&gt;czimmerman)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My List (for now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm grateful for being in love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm grateful for being alive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm grateful for being healthy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm grateful for having an amazing son.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm grateful for having a great family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm grateful for having an awesome boyfriend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm grateful for my wonderful friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm grateful for having God in my heart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm grateful for the honour of working for Raimundo Irineu Serra.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm grateful that although I don't have everything that I want, I have everything that I need.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm grateful for being smart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm grateful for the internet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="quote_source" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741289557981862374-3337410224217946717?l=mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/3337410224217946717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741289557981862374&amp;postID=3337410224217946717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/3337410224217946717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/3337410224217946717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/2009/05/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>Maria Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14712538444312080136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/S4iPGRsbxmI/AAAAAAAABJ4/1Wg7-x3ei8Q/S220/heart+e+eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/Sf3r71M006I/AAAAAAAABC8/DIfScw5df0M/s72-c/gratitude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741289557981862374.post-6804752495313856515</id><published>2009-04-19T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T10:52:12.644-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i-think'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*Português'/><title type='text'>Sem pensar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/Sex-_As2_0I/AAAAAAAABA0/BPtFaiQUPjA/s1600-h/writings_slice.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/Sex-_As2_0I/AAAAAAAABA0/BPtFaiQUPjA/s400/writings_slice.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326772080257466178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de pensar&lt;br /&gt;Queria só escrever&lt;br /&gt;Só ser&lt;br /&gt;Sem pensar&lt;br /&gt;Só andar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem sentido nem direção&lt;br /&gt;Sem mapa e sem precisão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só ser sem parecer&lt;br /&gt;Sentimento sem pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Só auto-conhecimento seria o alimento&lt;br /&gt;Um destino que está escrito&lt;br /&gt;embora inexcrutável&lt;br /&gt;Um desenho que vai surgindo de um traço&lt;br /&gt;que já foi marcado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741289557981862374-6804752495313856515?l=mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6804752495313856515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741289557981862374&amp;postID=6804752495313856515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/6804752495313856515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/6804752495313856515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/2009/04/sem-pensar.html' title='Sem pensar'/><author><name>Maria Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14712538444312080136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/S4iPGRsbxmI/AAAAAAAABJ4/1Wg7-x3ei8Q/S220/heart+e+eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/Sex-_As2_0I/AAAAAAAABA0/BPtFaiQUPjA/s72-c/writings_slice.2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741289557981862374.post-7944022991013158281</id><published>2009-04-08T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:43:23.825-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i-praise'/><title type='text'>More Trying Out</title><content type='html'>Try outs at rhyming schemes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentativas em esquemas de rimas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AABB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know outside the sun shines oh so bright&lt;br /&gt;Thou in my mind I know I see no light&lt;br /&gt;And in a moment that is pretty soon&lt;br /&gt;I'll be gazing in the glaze of moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must confess that's pretty lame&lt;br /&gt;I must admit I am to blame&lt;br /&gt;To count like this for me is new&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday I'll get the skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a solidão que a noite me traz&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a dor que brota em meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Bem me sei escravo desta paixão&lt;br /&gt;Se me absolves morrerei em paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou seguindo neste caminho&lt;br /&gt;Vou como ser que se sabe estranho&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração já não tem mais tamanho&lt;br /&gt;Com tanto amor acabei sozinho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741289557981862374-7944022991013158281?l=mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/7944022991013158281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741289557981862374&amp;postID=7944022991013158281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/7944022991013158281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/7944022991013158281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-trying-out.html' title='More Trying Out'/><author><name>Maria Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14712538444312080136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/S4iPGRsbxmI/AAAAAAAABJ4/1Wg7-x3ei8Q/S220/heart+e+eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741289557981862374.post-2963546893264470128</id><published>2009-04-08T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T09:12:48.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i-feel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*English'/><title type='text'>Sailboats and Sirens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/SdzKumyx50I/AAAAAAAABAk/0FpwiR5VNB8/s1600-h/Magritte+-+Song+Of+Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/SdzKumyx50I/AAAAAAAABAk/0FpwiR5VNB8/s320/Magritte+-+Song+Of+Love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322351761681409858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Song of Love" - René Magritte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned one lesson well&lt;br /&gt;To trust in life&lt;br /&gt;For it can give me whatever I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;I have no place to hide&lt;br /&gt;Inside of me isn't safe anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to keep the mast upward&lt;br /&gt;Spread my sail wide in the air&lt;br /&gt;And let the wind invitingly&lt;br /&gt;Take me far across the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could swear I heard a whisper&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe another noise&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps something crisper&lt;br /&gt;Possibly just your voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminding me of siren sounds&lt;br /&gt;melodies unbound&lt;br /&gt;Words that were once spoken&lt;br /&gt;Vows that remain unbroken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've travelled for so long&lt;br /&gt;Yet it still can't feel like home&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the density&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in my last destiny&lt;br /&gt;I will finally be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/SdzLqcG0SzI/AAAAAAAABAs/LuXkILr0r10/s1600-h/seagull+flying.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/SdzLqcG0SzI/AAAAAAAABAs/LuXkILr0r10/s200/seagull+flying.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322352789604813618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741289557981862374-2963546893264470128?l=mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/2963546893264470128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741289557981862374&amp;postID=2963546893264470128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/2963546893264470128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/2963546893264470128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/2009/04/song-of-love-rene-magritte-ive-learned.html' title='Sailboats and Sirens'/><author><name>Maria Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14712538444312080136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/S4iPGRsbxmI/AAAAAAAABJ4/1Wg7-x3ei8Q/S220/heart+e+eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/SdzKumyx50I/AAAAAAAABAk/0FpwiR5VNB8/s72-c/Magritte+-+Song+Of+Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741289557981862374.post-2254849883319179895</id><published>2009-04-07T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T18:52:54.062-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i-try'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*Português'/><title type='text'>Tentativas de Haikus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/Sdv15Q_6nEI/AAAAAAAABAc/YT4f_SyaPQg/s1600-h/haiku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/Sdv15Q_6nEI/AAAAAAAABAc/YT4f_SyaPQg/s320/haiku.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322117748832771138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A vida passa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O planeta não para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O ser viaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Primavera vem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Flores se abrem, amém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vem pra mim também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brotam as flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;De todas as cores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Passam amores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peço permissão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Escrevo sem vocação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tem absolvição?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quantas coisas vem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando penso em alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Então esqueço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tenho medo sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tenho e já não tinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Passei sozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vejo toda cor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do canto do rouxinol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sinto só amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rego com amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dentro de mim uma flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do imperador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Noite já chegou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Também se fez constante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alço o meu vôo (ou: Vôo alçante)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meaning: Boa Noite!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741289557981862374-2254849883319179895?l=mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/2254849883319179895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741289557981862374&amp;postID=2254849883319179895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/2254849883319179895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/2254849883319179895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/2009/04/tentativas-de-haikus.html' title='Tentativas de Haikus'/><author><name>Maria Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14712538444312080136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/S4iPGRsbxmI/AAAAAAAABJ4/1Wg7-x3ei8Q/S220/heart+e+eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/Sdv15Q_6nEI/AAAAAAAABAc/YT4f_SyaPQg/s72-c/haiku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741289557981862374.post-5725102466242481132</id><published>2009-04-07T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:02:41.409-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i-think'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*Português'/><title type='text'>Tem mais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/Sdvr_NFREnI/AAAAAAAABAU/YCwoO12o_XM/s1600-h/uganda_poor_people.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/Sdvr_NFREnI/AAAAAAAABAU/YCwoO12o_XM/s320/uganda_poor_people.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322106855744410226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem tanta injustiça no mundo,&lt;br /&gt;miséria e ingratidão&lt;br /&gt;Tem coisas que são deste mundo&lt;br /&gt;E outras de um mundo cão&lt;br /&gt;Tem flores que abrem à noite&lt;br /&gt;E seres que fogem do açoite&lt;br /&gt;Complexos reflexos do globo&lt;br /&gt;Que fazem do sábio um bobo&lt;br /&gt;Percalços descalços na areia&lt;br /&gt;Verdade e coragem na veia&lt;br /&gt;Combinações e disposições&lt;br /&gt;Elementos de composições&lt;br /&gt;Incrementos, decomposições&lt;br /&gt;Vil segredo das globalizações&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741289557981862374-5725102466242481132?l=mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/5725102466242481132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741289557981862374&amp;postID=5725102466242481132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/5725102466242481132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/5725102466242481132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/2009/04/tem-mais.html' title='Tem mais'/><author><name>Maria Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14712538444312080136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/S4iPGRsbxmI/AAAAAAAABJ4/1Wg7-x3ei8Q/S220/heart+e+eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/Sdvr_NFREnI/AAAAAAAABAU/YCwoO12o_XM/s72-c/uganda_poor_people.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741289557981862374.post-3374803919987224744</id><published>2009-04-07T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:02:41.409-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i-think'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*Português'/><title type='text'>Gente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/SdvmeJ2kI8I/AAAAAAAABAM/xeZaUwGkn0M/s1600-h/Semente+-+Semente+%281999%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/SdvmeJ2kI8I/AAAAAAAABAM/xeZaUwGkn0M/s400/Semente+-+Semente+%281999%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322100790383616962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tem gente que aprende com o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que é folha ao vento&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que é só movimento&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que vive o momento&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que quase nem vejo&lt;br /&gt;E gente que nunca me esqueço&lt;br /&gt;Gente de bem e gente terrível&lt;br /&gt;Adorável e desprezível&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que mente&lt;br /&gt;E gente que sente&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que é tão diferente&lt;br /&gt;Gente voando e aprendendo&lt;br /&gt;Folha que é gente vivendo&lt;br /&gt;Vultos que passam correndo&lt;br /&gt;Ventos que passam gemendo&lt;br /&gt;Cegos se reconhecendo&lt;br /&gt;Gente que pretende&lt;br /&gt;existir eternamente&lt;br /&gt;Gente que navega&lt;br /&gt;às cegas contra a corrente&lt;br /&gt;Mas gente tem sempre semente&lt;br /&gt;Da primavera presente&lt;br /&gt;Brotando dentro da mente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/SdvmQMpgjuI/AAAAAAAABAE/SSkeUSji7tE/s1600-h/Semente.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741289557981862374-3374803919987224744?l=mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/3374803919987224744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741289557981862374&amp;postID=3374803919987224744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/3374803919987224744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/3374803919987224744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/2009/04/gente.html' title='Gente'/><author><name>Maria Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14712538444312080136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/S4iPGRsbxmI/AAAAAAAABJ4/1Wg7-x3ei8Q/S220/heart+e+eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/SdvmeJ2kI8I/AAAAAAAABAM/xeZaUwGkn0M/s72-c/Semente+-+Semente+%281999%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741289557981862374.post-6566836411198496923</id><published>2009-04-01T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:21:37.609-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i-feel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*English'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>sweet surrender&lt;br /&gt;sacred delight&lt;br /&gt;being won&lt;br /&gt;without a fight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741289557981862374-6566836411198496923?l=mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6566836411198496923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741289557981862374&amp;postID=6566836411198496923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/6566836411198496923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/6566836411198496923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweet-surrender-sacred-delight-being.html' title='...'/><author><name>Maria Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14712538444312080136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/S4iPGRsbxmI/AAAAAAAABJ4/1Wg7-x3ei8Q/S220/heart+e+eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741289557981862374.post-7276012181095225208</id><published>2009-04-01T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:02:02.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i-feel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*English'/><title type='text'>I give up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/SdNswSn_hiI/AAAAAAAAA_s/Vd3seG047dc/s1600-h/Rosh-Hanikra-sunstar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/SdNswSn_hiI/AAAAAAAAA_s/Vd3seG047dc/s400/Rosh-Hanikra-sunstar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319715161743787554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up!&lt;br /&gt;I give up on being lonely&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know I'm just alone&lt;br /&gt;I give up on finding something&lt;br /&gt;That I know 's already gone&lt;br /&gt;I give up this major struggle&lt;br /&gt;to keep on standing stronger&lt;br /&gt;I give up all the delights&lt;br /&gt;that could have come&lt;br /&gt;I swear: no longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up any more longing&lt;br /&gt;I've been tired of postponing&lt;br /&gt;I don't give up lightning flashes&lt;br /&gt;I give up shattered illusions&lt;br /&gt;While confusion sounds like clashes&lt;br /&gt;I give up my old conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up my every need&lt;br /&gt;I give up my very power&lt;br /&gt;I give up finding the seed&lt;br /&gt;I already am a flower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up finding someone&lt;br /&gt;Because I am already found&lt;br /&gt;I give up on finding God&lt;br /&gt;He's already inside myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deliver in His hands&lt;br /&gt;that in a way are mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741289557981862374-7276012181095225208?l=mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/SdNswSn_hiI/AAAAAAAAA_s/Vd3seG047dc/s72-c/Rosh-Hanikra-sunstar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741289557981862374.post-6023708891832780596</id><published>2009-03-27T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:02:02.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i-feel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*English'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="bio"&gt;Mischievous maiden marveling at magical melodies mapping the mysteries and melting the mist of the mazes in my mystic mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I loved my new twitter Bio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741289557981862374-6023708891832780596?l=mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6023708891832780596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741289557981862374&amp;postID=6023708891832780596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/6023708891832780596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/6023708891832780596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/2009/03/mischievous-maiden-marveling-at-magical.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14712538444312080136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/S4iPGRsbxmI/AAAAAAAABJ4/1Wg7-x3ei8Q/S220/heart+e+eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741289557981862374.post-53168837974445529</id><published>2009-03-23T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:02:02.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i-think'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*English'/><title type='text'>Cosmic Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/SdDXnWolc4I/AAAAAAAAA_k/mkTFnz7wv7g/s1600-h/Centaurus+A+Arcs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 374px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/SdDXnWolc4I/AAAAAAAAA_k/mkTFnz7wv7g/s400/Centaurus+A+Arcs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318988231015232386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can one ever let go&lt;br /&gt;Of the dream  of being awake?&lt;br /&gt;On the borders of the universe&lt;br /&gt;Our limitless minds waits and wonders&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of waking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Universes live simultaneously&lt;br /&gt;In and Out - side ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Many orbits still to be noticed&lt;br /&gt;Many planets to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the chicken and the egg&lt;br /&gt;The universe and the humans&lt;br /&gt;Like God creating man&lt;br /&gt;And the man creating God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we give up on that dream&lt;br /&gt;Of waking up on eternity?&lt;br /&gt;Of forever getting free&lt;br /&gt;Of never not knowing&lt;br /&gt;That every greatness is the same&lt;br /&gt;Of diving inside yourself&lt;br /&gt;To find out the whole all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are big bangs inside my soul&lt;br /&gt;Which I still can't quite explain.&lt;br /&gt;Bursting out of tiny Black holes&lt;br /&gt;Evolving into my brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the universe shows for sure&lt;br /&gt;That forever will be blue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741289557981862374-53168837974445529?l=mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/53168837974445529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741289557981862374&amp;postID=53168837974445529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/53168837974445529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/53168837974445529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/2009/03/cosmic-dream.html' title='Cosmic Dream'/><author><name>Maria Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14712538444312080136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/S4iPGRsbxmI/AAAAAAAABJ4/1Wg7-x3ei8Q/S220/heart+e+eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/SdDXnWolc4I/AAAAAAAAA_k/mkTFnz7wv7g/s72-c/Centaurus+A+Arcs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741289557981862374.post-1774645080984100542</id><published>2009-03-22T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:02:02.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i-feel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*English'/><title type='text'>Blessing in Disguise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/SceQzz0TtvI/AAAAAAAAA-c/JZ2nD40vwVM/s1600-h/77happyunicorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/SceQzz0TtvI/AAAAAAAAA-c/JZ2nD40vwVM/s320/77happyunicorn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316377104891492082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My blessing came disguised&lt;br /&gt;I could never recognize it&lt;br /&gt;And even now we're acquainted&lt;br /&gt;It's amused to make me doubt it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is a blessing&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a blessing in disguise&lt;br /&gt;Yet again makes me feel cursed&lt;br /&gt;Each and every time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the deep valleys of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;I have still come out alive&lt;br /&gt;Before me just flowers to follow&lt;br /&gt;So I'm still happy inside.&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/741289557981862374-1774645080984100542?l=mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/S4iPGRsbxmI/AAAAAAAABJ4/1Wg7-x3ei8Q/S220/heart+e+eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/SceQzz0TtvI/AAAAAAAAA-c/JZ2nD40vwVM/s72-c/77happyunicorn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741289557981862374.post-6184404601319479960</id><published>2009-03-18T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:02:41.409-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i-feel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*Português'/><title type='text'>Canto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/ScEMmx0zCaI/AAAAAAAAA94/4jDsXwv96eY/s1600-h/eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 111px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/ScEMmx0zCaI/AAAAAAAAA94/4jDsXwv96eY/s400/eye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314542895623244194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração já está cansado de chorar&lt;br /&gt;Minha garganta&lt;br /&gt;Só se consola se eu cantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso eu canto canto canto&lt;br /&gt;Por isso eu canto o meu pranto&lt;br /&gt;Sem parar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso eu canto sem parar&lt;br /&gt;Porque o meu pranto&lt;br /&gt;Não tem hora pra acabar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou seguindo o meu caminho devagar&lt;br /&gt;Minhas pegadas&lt;br /&gt;Sei que o mar vai apagar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso eu canto o meu pranto&lt;br /&gt;Por isso eu canto sem parar&lt;br /&gt;Por isso eu canto canto canto&lt;br /&gt;Por isso eu deixo minha lágrima rolar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741289557981862374-6184404601319479960?l=mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6184404601319479960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741289557981862374&amp;postID=6184404601319479960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/6184404601319479960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/6184404601319479960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/2009/03/meu-coracao-ja-esta-cansado-de-chorar.html' title='Canto'/><author><name>Maria Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14712538444312080136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/S4iPGRsbxmI/AAAAAAAABJ4/1Wg7-x3ei8Q/S220/heart+e+eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/ScEMmx0zCaI/AAAAAAAAA94/4jDsXwv96eY/s72-c/eye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741289557981862374.post-1298121538311604755</id><published>2009-03-17T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:01:21.006-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i-feel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*English'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i-praise'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/ScekQffihlI/AAAAAAAAA-0/fJWYsgfXyLo/s1600-h/krsna-gopis2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/ScekQffihlI/AAAAAAAAA-0/fJWYsgfXyLo/s320/krsna-gopis2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316398488372807250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have been a gopi&lt;br /&gt;but might have also been a nun&lt;br /&gt;I remember flower garlands&lt;br /&gt;And constricted praying stuns&lt;br /&gt;I can still smell rainy grass&lt;br /&gt;also stone dump mossy walls&lt;br /&gt;In my lips the sweet surrender&lt;br /&gt;and the taste of none at all&lt;br /&gt;I can still hear me cantillating&lt;br /&gt;I still feel the same devotion&lt;br /&gt;I have never ceased the dancing&lt;br /&gt;Nor have I put things to motion&lt;br /&gt;But forever I'll be praising&lt;br /&gt;And eternal is my chanting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741289557981862374-1298121538311604755?l=mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/1298121538311604755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741289557981862374&amp;postID=1298121538311604755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/1298121538311604755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/1298121538311604755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-may-have-been-gopi-but-might-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14712538444312080136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/S4iPGRsbxmI/AAAAAAAABJ4/1Wg7-x3ei8Q/S220/heart+e+eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/ScekQffihlI/AAAAAAAAA-0/fJWYsgfXyLo/s72-c/krsna-gopis2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741289557981862374.post-3294473651225816701</id><published>2009-03-17T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:02:41.409-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i-think'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*Português'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/SceVKBuOKSI/AAAAAAAAA-k/UWHvjfvMzO4/s1600-h/rio+juru%C3%A1.jpg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/SceVKBuOKSI/AAAAAAAAA-k/UWHvjfvMzO4/s320/rio+juru%C3%A1.jpg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316381884627691810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem hora que eu quero me esquecer de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Mas não tem como não lembrar de alguns detalhes&lt;br /&gt;Mas também há momentos&lt;br /&gt;em que eu  queria não me esquecer de nada.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes a gente lembra quando quer esquecer&lt;br /&gt;e quando mais quer lembrar, às vezes a gente esquece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nem as águas do Rio, que leva tudo,&lt;br /&gt;carrega as folhas, apaga as histórias...&lt;br /&gt;mas deixa sempre a sua marca.&lt;br /&gt;Se sua água seca, é como cicatriz risonha e serena,&lt;br /&gt;quando se torna pleno, seu curso corrosivo&lt;br /&gt;encharca de alegria e vida todo o seu arredor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741289557981862374-3294473651225816701?l=mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/3294473651225816701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741289557981862374&amp;postID=3294473651225816701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741289557981862374.post-4760146301106393249</id><published>2009-03-10T15:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:02:02.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i-feel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*English'/><title type='text'>Alone but not lonely...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741289557981862374-4760146301106393249?l=mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/4760146301106393249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741289557981862374&amp;postID=4760146301106393249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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term='i-feel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*English'/><title type='text'>Solitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/Saxd1nsizFI/AAAAAAAAA5c/vA2irbK2Qpo/s512/eucachoeira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 512px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/Saxd1nsizFI/AAAAAAAAA5c/vA2irbK2Qpo/s512/eucachoeira.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water's flowing through my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Am I a woman or a waterfall?&lt;br /&gt;Love is running in my veins&lt;br /&gt;Am I all or just human?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through my eyes I see sunset&lt;br /&gt;In my soul I feel sun rise&lt;br /&gt;Still and running I see it shine&lt;br /&gt;From inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside my lonely planet&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not alone&lt;br /&gt;I dwell in my own Presence&lt;br /&gt;And let all that went be gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741289557981862374-5829116918376048004?l=mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/5829116918376048004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741289557981862374&amp;postID=5829116918376048004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/5829116918376048004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/5829116918376048004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/2009/03/solitude.html' title='Solitude'/><author><name>Maria Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14712538444312080136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/S4iPGRsbxmI/AAAAAAAABJ4/1Wg7-x3ei8Q/S220/heart+e+eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/Saxd1nsizFI/AAAAAAAAA5c/vA2irbK2Qpo/s72-c/eucachoeira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741289557981862374.post-6007776455528855717</id><published>2009-02-28T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:02:02.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i-think'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*English'/><title type='text'>Pearls and Diamonds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/SalwJYcY9WI/AAAAAAAAA4A/Qdo7uNyw-CU/s1600-h/pearl+birth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/SalwJYcY9WI/AAAAAAAAA4A/Qdo7uNyw-CU/s200/pearl+birth.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307896942315500898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/SalwJbnbCFI/AAAAAAAAA34/6YkLGz6EwVw/s1600-h/Rough_diamond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/SalwJbnbCFI/AAAAAAAAA34/6YkLGz6EwVw/s200/Rough_diamond.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307896943167080530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are like molluscs living inside our shells.&lt;br /&gt;We can turn into pearls our deepest troubles.&lt;br /&gt;We  have the power to turn our coal into diamond.&lt;br /&gt;We've been balancing the pressure and the heat,&lt;br /&gt;we've been learning to fight hate with love,&lt;br /&gt;coating besets with the nacre of our souls.&lt;br /&gt;We've been creating these gems for many lives&lt;br /&gt;and now is coming the time to let them shine.&lt;br /&gt;Opening the doors of our minds&lt;br /&gt;Healing the sores of our souls&lt;br /&gt;So that we can be fully what we really are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741289557981862374-6007776455528855717?l=mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6007776455528855717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741289557981862374&amp;postID=6007776455528855717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/6007776455528855717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/6007776455528855717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/2009/02/pearls-and-diamonds.html' title='Pearls and Diamonds'/><author><name>Maria Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14712538444312080136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/S4iPGRsbxmI/AAAAAAAABJ4/1Wg7-x3ei8Q/S220/heart+e+eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/SalwJYcY9WI/AAAAAAAAA4A/Qdo7uNyw-CU/s72-c/pearl+birth.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741289557981862374.post-5069557104737369329</id><published>2009-02-05T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:02:41.410-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='posted from the past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*Português'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i-praise'/><title type='text'>Pedra Preciosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/SbbysCsn5_I/AAAAAAAAA6c/ARgaBwXgSnM/s1600-h/object_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/SbbysCsn5_I/AAAAAAAAA6c/ARgaBwXgSnM/s320/object_21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311699648982280178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Pedra preciosa &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do jardim do imperador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Vem aqui minha Rainha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Aliviar a minha dor    &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem aqui me iluminar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Acalmar as emoções &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adestrar os pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;E abrir os corações   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Flor mais bela do reinado &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciosa emanação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Vem aqui minha Rainha &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senhora da Conceição    &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem mostrar a linha reta &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O caminho pra seguir &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou como analfabeta &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos estudos que hão de vir    &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas com a Santa Professora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Essa Virgem Imaculada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Posso ter quase certeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;De uma vaga reservada    &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só depende de esforço &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de resignação&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Educar o pensamento &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Controlar a emoção    &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguir seus Santos Ensinos &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tê-los todos consagrados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Que somos como meninos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sob o seu Manto Sagrado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741289557981862374-5069557104737369329?l=mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/5069557104737369329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741289557981862374&amp;postID=5069557104737369329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/5069557104737369329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/5069557104737369329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/2009/02/pedra-preciosa.html' title='Pedra Preciosa'/><author><name>Maria Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14712538444312080136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/S4iPGRsbxmI/AAAAAAAABJ4/1Wg7-x3ei8Q/S220/heart+e+eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/SbbysCsn5_I/AAAAAAAAA6c/ARgaBwXgSnM/s72-c/object_21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741289557981862374.post-3996912187269183012</id><published>2008-07-01T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:02:02.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i-think'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*English'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought I'd write about being crazy...&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'll blab about being sad&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it ain't that bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What means really loneliness?&lt;br /&gt;Where there is some happiness?&lt;br /&gt;Bless, bless, bless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;another draft left behind...&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/741289557981862374-3996912187269183012?l=mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/3996912187269183012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741289557981862374&amp;postID=3996912187269183012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/3996912187269183012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/3996912187269183012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-thought-id-write-about-being-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14712538444312080136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/S4iPGRsbxmI/AAAAAAAABJ4/1Wg7-x3ei8Q/S220/heart+e+eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741289557981862374.post-1849657574618404029</id><published>2007-12-30T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:02:41.410-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*Português'/><title type='text'>Talento</title><content type='html'>Esse post sobre talento tava tão lento que até parou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achei só o título aqui nos drafts.&lt;br /&gt;updated em 3 de março de 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741289557981862374-1849657574618404029?l=mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/1849657574618404029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741289557981862374&amp;postID=1849657574618404029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/1849657574618404029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/1849657574618404029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/2007/12/talento.html' title='Talento'/><author><name>Maria Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14712538444312080136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/S4iPGRsbxmI/AAAAAAAABJ4/1Wg7-x3ei8Q/S220/heart+e+eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741289557981862374.post-1460058511766809607</id><published>2007-12-30T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:02:41.410-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i-think'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*Português'/><title type='text'>Opostos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freewebs.com/tkm_martialart/BAGUA.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.freewebs.com/tkm_martialart/BAGUA.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opostos se atraem. Mas e os opostos que se repelem dentro de nós?&lt;br /&gt;Buscando, acreditando, na busca do equilíbrio, continuo tentando.&lt;br /&gt;Mas às vezes parece difícil continuar equilibrada&lt;br /&gt;nessa balança sem prato.&lt;br /&gt;Há vezes em que parece deserto o caminho que percorremos,&lt;br /&gt;apesar das evidências de alguém que passou por ali.&lt;br /&gt;E vou seguindo, me sentindo, talvez sendo&lt;br /&gt;a mais errada das certas e a mais certa entre as erradas.&lt;br /&gt;Das santas, a mais pecadora; e entre vadias, a mais casta.&lt;br /&gt;Muito perto para não ir, mas longe o bastante para ficar.&lt;br /&gt;Muito boa pra ser ruim, mas ruim demais pra ser toda boa...&lt;br /&gt;Será que faz sentido pra mais alguém?&lt;br /&gt;Será que realizo o meu sentido em algum bem?&lt;br /&gt;Seria a palavra que fala mais preciosa enquanto voz que se cala?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741289557981862374-1460058511766809607?l=mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/1460058511766809607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741289557981862374&amp;postID=1460058511766809607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/1460058511766809607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/1460058511766809607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/2007/12/opostos.html' title='Opostos'/><author><name>Maria Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14712538444312080136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/S4iPGRsbxmI/AAAAAAAABJ4/1Wg7-x3ei8Q/S220/heart+e+eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741289557981862374.post-2789093213765424418</id><published>2006-10-28T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:02:02.208-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i-think'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*English'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='posted from the past'/><title type='text'>Some things I believe and some things I realized</title><content type='html'>Somewhere I read that we are living in interesting times.&lt;br /&gt;Interesting times indeed…&lt;br /&gt;The more I look around and the more I try to understand,&lt;br /&gt;the more I realize this feature in these times we’re living in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking again about God&lt;br /&gt;And His various ways of presenting Himself&lt;br /&gt;And relating to His creatures,&lt;br /&gt;His creations.&lt;br /&gt;For some time I’ve been thinking about God.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess we’ve always been thinking about Him,&lt;br /&gt;But lately I’ve been also thinking in a more pragmatical way.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been thinking about things that lead people from different religions to have so much confidence that their faith is the only one that is right,&lt;br /&gt;The only path leading to salvation.&lt;br /&gt;For example I’ve been thinking about if the idea of God being One&lt;br /&gt;Must be in opposition to the idea of the Divine Trinity.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been thinking about God being One&lt;br /&gt;But presenting Himself in many different ways&lt;br /&gt;Taking many different names and shapes&lt;br /&gt;To people from different cultures,&lt;br /&gt;With different backgrounds, languages,&lt;br /&gt;Different ways of perceiving everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we think about thousands of years ago,&lt;br /&gt;No one could ever guess that the whole world would become just one thing.&lt;br /&gt;For a long time there was not much communication between cultures.&lt;br /&gt;They started to get to know each other in the east first. India, China...&lt;br /&gt;A long time before the Europeans started to spread their wings around the globe.&lt;br /&gt;And they already had their own relationship to the Creator.&lt;br /&gt;Now if I believe that God is One, and that He created everything,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t see how their God can be considered another God,&lt;br /&gt;Since they praise the God who created them.&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe in Hinduism they have many gods,&lt;br /&gt;But for me they are just different “personalities” of God.&lt;br /&gt;Since God is everything, and everything is God,   He is the only One.&lt;br /&gt;Being everything, we may assume that God can have different “personalities”,&lt;br /&gt;Like the Creator, the Maintainer, the Destroyer, the Mother.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don’t believe God can be a static, inactive being, since in everything He created there seems to be movement,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know very well where I’m going, but I also really wanted to say something about how I understand these concepts of God is One and Divine Trinity as complementary, rather than opposing. &lt;br /&gt;Well, I think the “revelation” I got about this one was very simple:&lt;br /&gt;Just like the streams that flows, and the ice that freezes, and the steam that vaporizes are always water, they never stop being H2O, right?  Is just a different way it can group its particles.  So I believe that in a similar way God can be Father, be Son, and be Spirit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I also believe he was blue, as a child...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &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/741289557981862374-2789093213765424418?l=mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/2789093213765424418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741289557981862374&amp;postID=2789093213765424418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/2789093213765424418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741289557981862374/posts/default/2789093213765424418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariathinksmaria.blogspot.com/2006/10/some-things-i-believe-and-some-things-i.html' title='Some things I believe and some things I realized'/><author><name>Maria Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14712538444312080136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnI35YjeioQ/S4iPGRsbxmI/AAAAAAAABJ4/1Wg7-x3ei8Q/S220/heart+e+eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
