<?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-23193024366017502</id><updated>2011-07-28T20:29:27.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>circunstâncias.....</title><subtitle type='html'>Viver nos socalcos interpretáveis</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23193024366017502/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>montain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13548843165358409707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23193024366017502.post-8113217125381941393</id><published>2010-10-09T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T10:49:13.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/TLCqifQN-OI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0ZsOxI7xVW8/s1600/images%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 93px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526104252265396450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/TLCqifQN-OI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0ZsOxI7xVW8/s320/images%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Depois de alguns meses, lol, eu diria mesmo meio ano, sem escrever nada, volto à carga............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A busca constante de algo fútil é surpreendente...... Auto / Hetero observância da minha sociedade....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Partilhando trilhos não percorridos até hoje, dou por mim a tentar viver num trajecto teenager, fomentando um comportamento algo divertido, num patamar social constantemente dinâmico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Digamos que, estou a banhar-me numa praia estranha, onde as ondas tendem a levar-me para o oceano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mais tarde, "darei à costa".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cumps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Até breve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23193024366017502-8113217125381941393?l=circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/feeds/8113217125381941393/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/2010/10/lost.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23193024366017502/posts/default/8113217125381941393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23193024366017502/posts/default/8113217125381941393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/2010/10/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>montain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13548843165358409707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/TLCqifQN-OI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0ZsOxI7xVW8/s72-c/images%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23193024366017502.post-4703681717479199563</id><published>2010-05-26T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T08:36:11.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Grandiosidade ........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/S_0_pnbJeiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Q1ezpzeUFHM/s1600/lava-pes1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475602706142427682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/S_0_pnbJeiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Q1ezpzeUFHM/s320/lava-pes1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Algum tempo ausente........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;De volta, trago mais alguns pensamentos interessantes..................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lembram-se de um filme, muito interessante, que toca na vertente religiosa "Indiana Jones e a Última Cruzada" em que, a busca do cálice da última ceia de Jesus Cristo permitiria a vida eterna? sim, lembram, ;) Mas, o que mesmo quero descrever é uma peq. cena do filme, onde "Só o humilde / penitente passará....." recordem.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A Humildade é das vertentes humanas mais apelada por Deus, sendo descrito, escrito, incutido e constantemente realçado na Bíblia. Ainda que pareça que estou a escrever algo com muito fundamento religioso, vou demonstrar ou fazer pensar, na vida quotidiana o quanto a humildade é interessante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Qualquer um de nós se apercebe que o humilde é ouvido, é acarinhado, espelha a subtileza agradável, perfuma o ar com gestos e palavras de serenidade, promove a concórdia e cria um ambiente social muito salutar, eu diria mesmo intelectualmente verosímil, purificado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Num patamar de guerra, podemos ser o mais agressivos possível, não adianta rigorosamente nada, ganha mesmo o mais humilde, diria a tal "bofetada de luva branca" ou o "dar a outra face".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Já, por certo, alguma vez tiveram um conflito directo com alguém, quem ganhou essa "batalha"? Quem saiu vencedor? Quem tem a consciência francamente mais sublime? Certamente quem deu o primeiro passo para a pacificação (o humilde). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Acrescento ainda, que muitos dos conflitos mundiais que provocam milhares de mortes, deveriam ser tratados com a humildade dos interlocutores do poder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Já repararam que quando existe um conflito não resolvido, o ódio, intriga, blasfémia aumentam de forma exponêncial, convertendo os maiores amigos nos maiores inimigos. Algo que, uma simples palavra de humildade resolveria na hora. E mais, reparem na reacção daquele que está constantemente a blasfemiar em surdina, mas que, na presença da humildade do outro tem um comportamento ridículo e até de espanto. Digamos que, perante alguém que se ajoelha a teus pés, a realeza desse é maior que o mundo que te rodeia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;É claro, ser humilde não é algo fácil, pois invoca o abdicar de muitos "prazeres", direitos, objectivos, etc... em troca de um sublime e majestoso poder modesto que alcança e derruba verdadeiros obstáculos, inultrapassáveis dentro de uma assertividade, agressividade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aprende-se a ser humilde em muitas vicissitudes. Não abdiquem dessa aprendizagem, pelo contrário, aproveitem todos os momentos para colocar a humildade que está dentro de cada um, ao dispôr do outro (sociedade).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23193024366017502-4703681717479199563?l=circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/feeds/4703681717479199563/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/2010/05/grandiosidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23193024366017502/posts/default/4703681717479199563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23193024366017502/posts/default/4703681717479199563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/2010/05/grandiosidade.html' title='A Grandiosidade ........'/><author><name>montain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13548843165358409707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/S_0_pnbJeiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Q1ezpzeUFHM/s72-c/lava-pes1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23193024366017502.post-8947300494871032759</id><published>2010-05-12T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T07:50:29.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sublime, inatingível ao intelecto Humano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/S-p-6bh5T1I/AAAAAAAAAHc/BthRaJQwwDs/s1600/santuario_fatima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455247175486929874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/S7TuZyjZ-9I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0KCJHh8jaSc/s320/132.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23193024366017502-3261664648314883242?l=circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/feeds/3261664648314883242/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-admiravel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23193024366017502/posts/default/3261664648314883242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23193024366017502/posts/default/3261664648314883242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-admiravel.html' title='o admirável'/><author><name>montain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13548843165358409707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/S7TuZyjZ-9I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0KCJHh8jaSc/s72-c/132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23193024366017502.post-5960220441005327638</id><published>2010-04-01T03:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T03:10:03.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O nosso Guardião</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/S7Rw5os4rZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/gf4yh_LEJgg/s1600/120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455109184133049746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/S7Rw5os4rZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/gf4yh_LEJgg/s320/120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23193024366017502-5960220441005327638?l=circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/feeds/5960220441005327638/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-nosso-guardiao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23193024366017502/posts/default/5960220441005327638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23193024366017502/posts/default/5960220441005327638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-nosso-guardiao.html' title='O nosso Guardião'/><author><name>montain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13548843165358409707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/S7Rw5os4rZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/gf4yh_LEJgg/s72-c/120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23193024366017502.post-7697746875558827180</id><published>2010-03-27T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T06:41:30.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apanágio do ser humano...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/S7Ct1a4s1yI/AAAAAAAAAG8/egQskjgYc8E/s1600/doar-amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454050282007484194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/S7Ct1a4s1yI/AAAAAAAAAG8/egQskjgYc8E/s320/doar-amor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As filosofias balelas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a mediocridade intelectual..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a complexidade simples...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a constante grandiosidade do materialismo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o desamor por tudo, o querer mudar o mundo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o constante amealhar para não usufruir,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o egoismo puro, o egocentrismo intransigente, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a não partilha quando o saco transborda de matéria, a não solidariedade, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o voluntarismo obscuro (brilhar com interesse)................ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"ama o próximo como a ti mesmo" o maior mandamento da lei da vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23193024366017502-7697746875558827180?l=circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/feeds/7697746875558827180/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/2010/03/apanagio-do-ser-humano.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23193024366017502/posts/default/7697746875558827180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23193024366017502/posts/default/7697746875558827180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/2010/03/apanagio-do-ser-humano.html' title='Apanágio do ser humano...'/><author><name>montain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13548843165358409707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/S7Ct1a4s1yI/AAAAAAAAAG8/egQskjgYc8E/s72-c/doar-amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23193024366017502.post-8193422277012851737</id><published>2010-02-22T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T21:41:22.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O espelho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/S4LfUP3CWTI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ymhSdWAoZOs/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441156838764730674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/S4LfUP3CWTI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ymhSdWAoZOs/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Depois de viver quase há 3 décadas......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Gostava de partilhar algo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nunca nos conseguimos olhar a nós próprios, certo? Não pensem, lol, esta afirmação é mesmo verdade, apenas conseguimos ver o nosso reflexo em algo que o reflicta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ora, Deus fez a vida humana de tal forma bela, que o nosso maior espelho (ver o que de facto somos) está no que o mundo reflecte para nós. Senão, pensem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- se formos amáveis, recebemos amor;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- se formos agressivos, a agressividade é o troco;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- se formos humildes, a humildade trará a paz, a serenidade;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- se formos desconfiados, inseguros, o mesmo será por parte de quem nos ouve;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- se formos exigentes, a exigência fará de nós escravos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- se procurarmos mudar os outros, a resistência será tão grande, que a meta será inatingível;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- se vivermos na luxúria, no culto pela beldade, pelo fútil, digamos que nos é reflectido um mundo muitissimo pequeno, face a grandiosidade da vida; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- etc, etc.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vivam, sintam, ouçam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Muito do que dizemos, fazemos está constantemente a ser espelhado. "espelho meu, espelho meu, há alguém mais belo que eu?" resposta: a beldade está no acto, não no "pó de arroz".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23193024366017502-8193422277012851737?l=circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/feeds/8193422277012851737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-espelho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23193024366017502/posts/default/8193422277012851737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23193024366017502/posts/default/8193422277012851737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-espelho.html' title='O espelho...'/><author><name>montain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13548843165358409707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/S4LfUP3CWTI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ymhSdWAoZOs/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23193024366017502.post-1413162805189221742</id><published>2010-02-22T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T21:41:54.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Controvérsias..... quase poema....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/S4LZplAQlPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ffgACOqtb2I/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441150608148042994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/S4LZplAQlPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ffgACOqtb2I/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Gosto de tudo............. será?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Gosto de ti ou gosto de mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Moldo-me ou deixo-me moldar?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Faço porque quero ou faço porque sou manipulado a tal.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sou como sou ou como o(s) outro(s) querem que seja?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Amo? Ou procuro que os outros me amem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sou egoista ou procuro no outro o que pretendo para mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Manipulo para ser feliz ou procuro na felicidade do outro, colocando o outro na infelicidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vivo a minha vida ou vivo a vida de outrém?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sou o meu espelho ou quero que o outro se espelhe em mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vivo em prole dos bens materiais, passando horas, dias, anos inquistado a um mundo fútil, onde a felicidade é inexistente? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Afasto-me de todos ou os outros afastam-se de mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Para reflectir......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23193024366017502-1413162805189221742?l=circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/feeds/1413162805189221742/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/2010/02/contorversias-quase-poema.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23193024366017502/posts/default/1413162805189221742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23193024366017502/posts/default/1413162805189221742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/2010/02/contorversias-quase-poema.html' title='Controvérsias..... quase poema....'/><author><name>montain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13548843165358409707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/S4LZplAQlPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ffgACOqtb2I/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23193024366017502.post-8214653724344460382</id><published>2009-12-31T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T03:21:22.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belo.....Natural..........Divino...............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/SzyJHN-RsUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Wd11OJNzm7I/s1600-h/loriga+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421358808550191426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/SzyJHN-RsUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Wd11OJNzm7I/s320/loriga+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23193024366017502-8214653724344460382?l=circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/feeds/8214653724344460382/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/2009/12/belonaturaldivino.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23193024366017502/posts/default/8214653724344460382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23193024366017502/posts/default/8214653724344460382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/2009/12/belonaturaldivino.html' title='Belo.....Natural..........Divino...............'/><author><name>montain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13548843165358409707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/SzyJHN-RsUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Wd11OJNzm7I/s72-c/loriga+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23193024366017502.post-7256325102306198161</id><published>2009-12-31T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T03:22:38.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Segredo.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/SzyB1c6mRqI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ZsEUJrq1kzQ/s1600-h/segredo_portugal_porreiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421350806742255266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/SzyB1c6mRqI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ZsEUJrq1kzQ/s320/segredo_portugal_porreiro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Ora, antes de mais, espero que todos os que me visitam, tenham tido um Santo Natal e comecem agora um Ano de grande filosofia ;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;O segredo será que existe? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Do que a mim concerne, Não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Só porque acredito em Deus, o segredo fica exactamente nulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Mas eu escrevo para todos, crentes e não crentes, pelo que vou esplanar o meu pensamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Já todos o fizemos, contar algo que nos foi contado :), dizendo a quem nos depositou a confiança, que pode estar piamente tranquilo quanto ao jazigo da informação. :) Nada mais falso, rapidamente esse segredo é depositado em outro personagem da nossa ampla confiança que promete o mesmo do primeiro;), mas que também o não irá cumprir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Daí a informação sofrer alguns enviesamentos e quando retorna ao promotor inicial vem distorcida. "quem conta um conto, acrescenta-lhe um ponto"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;O segredo seria exímio se ficasse unicamente numa só pessoa, mas isso é impossível, nós somos seres muito pouco secretos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Considero que unicamente fica para nós o valor púdico, o pensamento, o nosso lado "negro". Mas este está intrinseco a nós. Aquilo que nos é factual de outro é sempre depositado em outro e outro e outro - efeito "bola de neve".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Portanto, concluo que o segredo não existe tal como o factuamos, mas unicamente como o pensamos (isto para os não crentes).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Quando realmente guardamos um segredo, esse mesmo é dissipado por outros, lol. Ou seja, fazemos cara de espantados, surpresos (cinismo puro) quando nos falam do assunto que sabiamos previamente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Ainda o segredo que de obscuro se torna claro como a luz do dia, por mera coincidência: estamos num local que por norma jamais teria alguém conhecido, fazendo algo que não queremos que seja divulgado e, de repente lá está alguém que nos é conhecido...... lol ........ a ironia da vida......eheheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;cumps Grd Ano 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23193024366017502-7256325102306198161?l=circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/feeds/7256325102306198161/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-segredo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23193024366017502/posts/default/7256325102306198161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23193024366017502/posts/default/7256325102306198161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-segredo.html' title='O Segredo.......'/><author><name>montain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13548843165358409707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/SzyB1c6mRqI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ZsEUJrq1kzQ/s72-c/segredo_portugal_porreiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23193024366017502.post-6257566856898615508</id><published>2009-12-08T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T11:10:21.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O constante querer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/Sx7iCLJOIMI/AAAAAAAAAFo/qL83RYiB7fA/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413012329124995266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/Sx7iCLJOIMI/AAAAAAAAAFo/qL83RYiB7fA/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Deparo-me com o absurdo.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Como posso eu querer mudar o outro???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Será um vício? um comportamento egoista? um querer espelhar-me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Estou convicto que muitos de nós já nos apercebemos desta faceta e senão fizemos esse juízo de valor, de forma autónoma, alguém já nos fez esse reparo. "estás sempre a tentar mudar-me, a impôr-te"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Explicando melhor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;O exemplo mais concreto insere-se no relacionamento entre casais, em que, ambos tentam colocar o comportamento do outro o mais parecido com o próprio, digamos um luta eterna que jamais será vencida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;"podemos mudar uma montanha de lugar, mas a personalidade de alguém é imutável" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Muitos dos conflitos entre os casais residem exactamente aqui, mas não só, claro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Este comportamento mútuo pode levar ao entrave constante de uma personalidade, pois num casal existe por norma, alguém que tem maior capacidade de cedência/ tolerância / humildade. Cabe à outra parte (mais argumentativo, mais controlador, mais dinâmico) respeitar ao máximo a humildade do outro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Os amigos do casal tecem quase sempre este comentário: "desde que namoras /casaste com X, nunca mais foste o(a) mesmo(a)", nada mais verdadeiro, pois a personalidade está a ser constantemente limitada à sobreposição de outrem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Está intrinseco a nós esta condição... querer que o mundo gire à nossa volta e não nós à volta do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Na amizade existe também este comportamento, a existência de grupos é disso um exemplo. Também por norma possui um líder, que incute nos seus pares um determinado comportamento que pensa ser o mais adequado. Quem emana desse grupo normalmente inicia também comportamentos diferentes dos que tinha. Os primeiros a aperceberem-se disso são os pais e amigos mais próximos. "desde que te juntaste àqueles, mudaste"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;A questão reside agora.....;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Quem sou eu para dizer que o meu pensamento / comportamento / atitude / perspectiva é o correcto? Anulando, evaporando, suspendendo o pensamento /... do outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;A minha resposta é muito simples..... De facto não sou ninguém. lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;A incondicionalidade do amor está aqui. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Quando cada um de nós perceber / incutir / aceitar o outro como ser paralelo a nós, mas não tranversal ou sobreponível, este "constante querer" dissipa-se em detrimento do amor / amizade incondicional. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Creio que o amor conjugal , fraterno, amigo evolui / aumenta quando nos aceitamos tal como somos, iguais na diferença.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Cumps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&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/23193024366017502-6257566856898615508?l=circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/feeds/6257566856898615508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-constante-querer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23193024366017502/posts/default/6257566856898615508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23193024366017502/posts/default/6257566856898615508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-constante-querer.html' title='O constante querer...'/><author><name>montain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13548843165358409707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/Sx7iCLJOIMI/AAAAAAAAAFo/qL83RYiB7fA/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23193024366017502.post-8822173188559550260</id><published>2009-11-22T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T15:59:56.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Solidão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/SwlNhDyoL1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/W7rGuGFqgeQ/s1600/8844solidao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406938057983668050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/SwlNhDyoL1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/W7rGuGFqgeQ/s400/8844solidao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Destino?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma doença?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estado anímico?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imposição da vivência?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um querer?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma busca?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma decisão?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma fobia?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois.... responder a todas estas questões... não é de todo muito fácil, ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há uns tempos atrás, apreciei uma homilia de um sacerdote, num templo cristão de renome mundial, palestrar que tratar-se-á de uma doença dos séculos vindouros. Concordei. Reflecti nas palavras e reconstrui a vivência do ser humano no dia-a-dia. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;São cada vez mais os idosos e não idosos que vivem solitários, sem ninguém, simplesmente para conversar, dizer "bom dia". Uma saudação que na minha localidade é de todo elementar, ficando mesmo o "zé povinho" ofendido quando não é saudado ou é entendido como antipático quem não o faz, lol. Aprecio este ritual. Sente-se que estamos em ambiente de grupo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Observei muitos episódios de inscrição na urgência somente para conviver com os profissionais, patologia: solidão. Meus caros a minha total concordância com o sacerdote está, mas não só, aqui.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As famílias monodescendentes, tornaram porventura o contágio desta doença. Eu não fujo à regra. "vicissitudes"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O destino tem duas facetas..... comumente a decisão que cada um faz no seu dia-a-dia e o que a vida nos impõe. No entanto, nesta perspectiva direi: basta um sentimento - amor - e a solidão desaperece num ápice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muitos são os que vivem intimamente bem na solidão, dizem..... Eu não concordo. Pois na solidão ninguém vive! E quem teima em dizer que vive, só por si se contradiz, senão vejamos, quando digo a alguém que vivo bem sozinho, só por si já estou a colocar essa mensagem em outro, isso forma um duo, lol. E no fundo, estou a tentar ser egocêntrico, não alone in dark.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por vezes, "as circunstâncias da vida" podem ser de facto cruéis, a morte, a doença, o desaparecimento de um ente querido e muito amado, leva-nos em primeira instância a incrementar a solidão como apanágio. Mas, esta situação é temporária, pode levar anos, mas a recuperação, ainda que lenta, faz-se, normalmente com a ajuda de outro, que é um forte amparo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todos gostamos em momentos de estar sós, mas será que estamos mesmo sós?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu diria terminantemente, NÃO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estamos intimamente connosco próprios quando a loucura se apodera de nós. E até mesmo, nesta fase estamos na constante procura da atenção do outro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando estamos sós num determinado local, não paramos de pensar no outro. lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como crente, ainda saliento que a solidão nunca existe, só pelo simples facto da existência de DEUS. Não quero pronunciar-me contra crentes, ateístas, agnósticos, apenas enuncio o meu próprio pensamento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A fobia de nos sentirmos sós...... perpetua-se somente enquanto não procuramos o outro, por &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;isso, movam-se, caminhem, deixem o outro entrar em vós.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Termino com uma saudação e frase de um português da sétima arte, falecido há pouco tempo: "façam o favor de serem felizes" (Solnado, Raul) mas não se isolem, o isolamento atrai o desconcerto da vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23193024366017502-8822173188559550260?l=circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/feeds/8822173188559550260/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/2009/11/solidao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23193024366017502/posts/default/8822173188559550260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23193024366017502/posts/default/8822173188559550260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/2009/11/solidao.html' title='A Solidão...'/><author><name>montain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13548843165358409707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/SwlNhDyoL1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/W7rGuGFqgeQ/s72-c/8844solidao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23193024366017502.post-221268723700638097</id><published>2009-11-18T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T12:22:52.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A decisão.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/SwRVgLRC55I/AAAAAAAAAFY/il6bR1eH4pg/s1600/pensador.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405539464019896210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/SwRVgLRC55I/AAAAAAAAAFY/il6bR1eH4pg/s400/pensador.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Facto consumado, a consumar ou por consumar????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ora, digamos que o verbo decidir, implica que eu percorra "um caminho", assuma um compromisso, determine um objectivo, alcance uma meta, trilhe um percurso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Falamos portanto na primeira pessoa, no singular. Mas, será que somos exímios na decisão? Autodecisores ou Heterodecisores? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;;) Pela observação e constatação, somos um misto de decisores, senão vejamos:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Numa percentagem a rondar os 100%, constantemente ao tomarmos uma decisão per si, já outrora a tentámos fundamentar, justificar e persuadir o apoio de alguém e, quantos mais apoiantes tivermos, mais veemente se justifica a decisão - para mim significa a ponderação.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por outro lado, quando a decisão é posta em causa, isto é, queremos avançar, mas o apoio é muito ténue ou não existe, na maioria dos casos, ficamos inertes, indecisos - lol, anulando ou perpetuando a famosa decisão. Ou, tentamos em vários momentos, encontrar alguém que nos dê o impulso positivo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O mais hilariante é quando tomamos a decisão sem apoio...lol sentimos nos primeiros momentos um vazio, um enorme desamparo, uma solidão, pensando........ Porque fiz eu isto? Estarei no caminho certo? A compra que fiz, ser-me-á verdadeiramente útil? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando somos consultados por alguém, tipo: vou tomar esta decisão; vou comprar este objecto; o que achas? Normalmente somos pragmáticos, rápidos, concisos, muito argumentativos e bons palestrantes (ficamos pasmados, mas ao mesmo tempo orgulhosos de resolver um problema em tão pouco tempo). Dominamos o tema, de tal forma, que parecemos mestres ou doutores na área em causa, lol. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas, isto acontece porque estamos a decidir por alguém, não para nós próprios. Daí se dizer, "com o mal do outro, posso eu bem", eheheh...... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por seu turno, quando aconselhamos alguém a decidir, "lavamos as mãos", "sacudimos a água do capote", dizendo quem decide és tu, eu apenas oriento, lol. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando somos neutros ao decisor, a confusão do mesmo permanece.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em suma, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A decisão, seja qual for, é tomada porque existe o eu (ego) e o hetero (outro). Digamos que, o mundo foi de tal forma bem idealizado, que precisamos constantemente do outro para viver. É indissociável a vida em comum.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feliz daquele que tem alguém incluido nas várias fases da sua vida, obviamente onde a ponderada decisão está incluida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cumps &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23193024366017502-221268723700638097?l=circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/feeds/221268723700638097/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/2009/11/decisao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23193024366017502/posts/default/221268723700638097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23193024366017502/posts/default/221268723700638097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/2009/11/decisao.html' title='A decisão.....'/><author><name>montain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13548843165358409707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/SwRVgLRC55I/AAAAAAAAAFY/il6bR1eH4pg/s72-c/pensador.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23193024366017502.post-2426647371850477099</id><published>2009-11-18T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T03:49:20.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outono..... o início da renovação natural...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/SwPfG-ZgPLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JE51q-IBrTA/s1600/loriga+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405409288696904882" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/SwLsf-YD65I/AAAAAAAAAFI/MwHbFf73dfQ/s400/a_cabana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para quem gosta de leitura, aventura e sobretudo alcançar uma perspectiva do conviver intimamente com DEUS - PAI, FILHO e ESPÍRITO SANTO.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aconselho indubitavelmente a sua leitura, um dos livros mais interessantes que li.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23193024366017502-7618647252574117765?l=circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/feeds/7618647252574117765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/2009/11/cabana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23193024366017502/posts/default/7618647252574117765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23193024366017502/posts/default/7618647252574117765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/2009/11/cabana.html' title='&quot;A Cabana&quot;'/><author><name>montain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13548843165358409707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/SwLsf-YD65I/AAAAAAAAAFI/MwHbFf73dfQ/s72-c/a_cabana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23193024366017502.post-8698638182276105926</id><published>2009-11-17T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T09:45:28.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A insustentável Beleza poderosa do Olhar.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/SwLhKma3pBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0Va0O6qs3gI/s1600/loriga+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405130075026203666" style="DISPLAY: block; 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display: block; width: 359px; height: 183px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/SwHzxcap-QI/AAAAAAAAAE4/XFL280XtN8A/s400/chama.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/SwHyNxMn2HI/AAAAAAAAAEw/tmrUiYSd6wY/s1600/sem+t%C3%83%C2%ADtulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;O sofisma do amor...........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Para todos os que iniciam a leitura e consulta deste blogue desejo a vossa reflexão e óbvio, o comentário assertivo e dinâmico.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Serei eu utópico ou factual???? Todos nos damos conta de algo não inédito, "o click"!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Diram...... mas do que fala o montain?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;;) "do click" que todos sentem ou irão sentir ao longo dos tempos de vida terrena.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquela pessoa que na sua essência (real ou virtual) mexe com os mais recônditos sentidos de cada um de nós. Mas mais, esse "click" é na sua essência recíproco.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Objectivamente, o que se sente?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;- Pois, a libertação de adrenalina pelas supra renais é exponencialmente alta, ao comum do dia-a-dia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;- Fisicamente apodera-se de nós a taquicardia (coração bate de forma rápida);&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;- A fasciculação muscular (tremor muscular não controlado);&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;- A reacção "pele de galinha", sentir frio onde o sol impõe uma temperatura ambiente normalíssima;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;- O tentar desviar o olhar, quando este nos impõe exactamente o contrário;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;- O insinuar-nos como sendo importantes, lol;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;- A atracção constante do que faz, fará ou fez;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Muito mais se pode exemplificar.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Certo tenho que estas reacções biopsiquicas promovem em nós um sentimento de que estamos vivos, mesmo que de longa idade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Será a nossa alma gémea? Pois....... não sei.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;O interessante deste imponente "click" é que move tudo o que está à nossa volta, promovendo um desiquilíbrio do equilibrado, forçando a uma humildade galopante, circunstanciando a modéstia razão perante um coração (entenda-se sentimento) poderoso e mágico, derrotando qualquer gigante Adamastor, Hércules, Super-Homem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;O que nos impede de viver este "click"?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Direi o Orgulho, o Preconceito, a Sociedade, "as circunstâncias", as vicissitudes, a Família, as pressões, a monotonia, o certo pelo não-certo, o caminho a percorrer não-fácil, a vida que cada um opta e determina como sendo a felicidade...... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas, estou convicto que por mais anos que passem , por mais bem casados que estejamos, pelos filhos que amamos, pelos netos que tanto estimamos, a fuga ao "click" é impossível.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;É algo não controlável.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Certo ainda, que este "click" não olha a beleza física, beleza interior - é incondicional.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;vou dar-lhe um "nome giro" (titulo de um blogue de um colega) - AMOR LATENTE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Com isto, apenas quero factuar algo, não despertar o vulcão que ao lerem emerge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Seremos nós pouco correctos por não irmos ao encontro desta latência?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Será esta latência o amor incondicional?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;O facto de aceitarmos o outro sem termos um "click" mútuo é correcto? (isto porque na presença física das três individualidades aparece um sentimento contraditório, não ético, moralmente censurável). Está a mais o que sempre me quis e quer?! mas eu quero o que disperta a vida "o click" em mim. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;O razoável da questão circunstancia apenas a momentos, fugazes, rapidamente adormecidos e que se tentam pôr em latência eterna....... fuga constante......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas, o pensamento é incontrolável. Jamais qualquer um de nós o controlará. E "volta e meia" o nome de alguém, a foto, o comentário aparece e o "click" ressurge. Bem sei que são momentos, que duram até mesmo escassos segundos, mas existem e a adrenalina aumenta e sente-se.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Feliz daquele que vive este "click" de forma não tímida, verdadeira, MÚTUA, dinâmica e incondicinal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Cumps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23193024366017502-3332232251628931183?l=circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/feeds/3332232251628931183/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-click.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23193024366017502/posts/default/3332232251628931183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23193024366017502/posts/default/3332232251628931183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circunstancias-montain.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-click.html' title='&quot;O click&quot;'/><author><name>montain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13548843165358409707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zMTL0OG8X7g/SwHzxcap-QI/AAAAAAAAAE4/XFL280XtN8A/s72-c/chama.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
