<?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-1653850727098291103</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:58:27.369-03:00</updated><title type='text'>OGIVA DE LÓTUS</title><subtitle type='html'>explosão de pensamentos</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogivadelotus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653850727098291103/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogivadelotus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cibele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00183011824055040046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qx4gZ7gePoY/SZDG03_mBZI/AAAAAAAAAMs/pGEVhFKXD-Y/S220/c+(65).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653850727098291103.post-3701805553878532305</id><published>2009-09-28T21:34:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:41:36.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Insônia: transformação filosófica</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Vivi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amei, errei, aprendi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo, erro, aprendo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viverei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amarei, errarei, aprenderei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viveria.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amaria, acertaria, e então nada teria a aprender.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na hipótese não há perfeição.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653850727098291103-3701805553878532305?l=ogivadelotus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogivadelotus.blogspot.com/feeds/3701805553878532305/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653850727098291103&amp;postID=3701805553878532305' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653850727098291103/posts/default/3701805553878532305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653850727098291103/posts/default/3701805553878532305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogivadelotus.blogspot.com/2009/09/insonia-transformacao-filosofica.html' title='Insônia: transformação filosófica'/><author><name>Cibele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00183011824055040046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qx4gZ7gePoY/SZDG03_mBZI/AAAAAAAAAMs/pGEVhFKXD-Y/S220/c+(65).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653850727098291103.post-1965061189270000678</id><published>2009-06-21T22:07:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:17:35.794-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A-braço</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Abro os braços,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Abraço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Corpos entrelaçados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Laço de sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Translúcido pra quem sente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Siginificante pra quem abre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dois virando um.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Corações de lados opostos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Encontrando e sendo encontrado pelo vazio do outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Respiração acalmada, alívio, olhos cerrados, sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sentimentos num abraço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sentimento que abre os braços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Senti o mesmo em teus braços abraçados aos meus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;15 de junho de 2009, insônia às 02:03.&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/1653850727098291103-1965061189270000678?l=ogivadelotus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogivadelotus.blogspot.com/feeds/1965061189270000678/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653850727098291103&amp;postID=1965061189270000678' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653850727098291103/posts/default/1965061189270000678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653850727098291103/posts/default/1965061189270000678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogivadelotus.blogspot.com/2009/06/braco.html' title='A-braço'/><author><name>Cibele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00183011824055040046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qx4gZ7gePoY/SZDG03_mBZI/AAAAAAAAAMs/pGEVhFKXD-Y/S220/c+(65).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653850727098291103.post-2640649423763811668</id><published>2009-02-08T16:01:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T16:09:53.974-02:00</updated><title type='text'>'ESQUIGRAFIAS'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;A maquiagem que alegre se impunha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;Desbotou e saiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;Mostrando em plano translúcido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;O que nós realmente éramos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;Nada de belo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;Nenhum sentimento nobre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;Apenas futilidade e libido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;O poeta de olhares nunca existiu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;A bailarina iludida, não mais chorou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;Ilusão não está mais presente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pois somente as rugas habitam a lucidez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653850727098291103-2640649423763811668?l=ogivadelotus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogivadelotus.blogspot.com/feeds/2640649423763811668/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653850727098291103&amp;postID=2640649423763811668' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653850727098291103/posts/default/2640649423763811668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653850727098291103/posts/default/2640649423763811668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogivadelotus.blogspot.com/2009/02/esquigrafias.html' title='&apos;ESQUIGRAFIAS&apos;'/><author><name>Cibele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00183011824055040046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qx4gZ7gePoY/SZDG03_mBZI/AAAAAAAAAMs/pGEVhFKXD-Y/S220/c+(65).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653850727098291103.post-4283207317334846327</id><published>2009-01-24T17:07:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:29:20.447-02:00</updated><title type='text'>E X I S T I R (?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qx4gZ7gePoY/SXtr7mGw1rI/AAAAAAAAAL8/b2JClxXl3Vg/s1600-h/DSC02060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294944458489517746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qx4gZ7gePoY/SXtr7mGw1rI/AAAAAAAAAL8/b2JClxXl3Vg/s320/DSC02060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uma das coisas que mais desafia os meus pensamentos é o fato de existir. Fato simples para alguns, mas para a minha pessoa é algo substancialmente complexo, não no contexto do 'porque', mas no do 'para quê'. Me encontro caminhando no labirinto dos meus conhecimentos para tentar encontrar as finalidades de todos nós estarmos aqui, de eu estar aqui escrevendo nesse blog que passei mais de seis brigada, ouvindo um surf music que comprei de uma bandinha maneira que alegrou minhas noites em Morro de São Paulo há alguns anos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois de muita caminhada no labirinto (um tanto psicodélico), acabo por pensar que o Destino cuida de tudo. Pensando por esse lado, quem faz o Destino? Acredito que nada simplesmente se faz ou já é previamente feito. As coisas são construídas e se houver fim, então, está construída.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Encontramo-nos freneticamente todos os dias com essas tais construções de vida, de futuro, de dia-a-dia, de interpretações, de visões. Então, acabo por acreditar que construimos nossa existência para poder existir, não como auto-afirmação, mas para simplesmente esperar o próximo raiar do sol e o próximo sorriso amigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653850727098291103-4283207317334846327?l=ogivadelotus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogivadelotus.blogspot.com/feeds/4283207317334846327/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653850727098291103&amp;postID=4283207317334846327' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653850727098291103/posts/default/4283207317334846327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653850727098291103/posts/default/4283207317334846327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogivadelotus.blogspot.com/2009/01/e-x-i-s-t-i-r.html' title='E X I S T I R (?)'/><author><name>Cibele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00183011824055040046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qx4gZ7gePoY/SZDG03_mBZI/AAAAAAAAAMs/pGEVhFKXD-Y/S220/c+(65).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qx4gZ7gePoY/SXtr7mGw1rI/AAAAAAAAAL8/b2JClxXl3Vg/s72-c/DSC02060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653850727098291103.post-4068547344291929212</id><published>2008-02-01T20:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T01:09:52.654-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quimera... Quem me dera...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qx4gZ7gePoY/R6Ofk_fMy3I/AAAAAAAAACA/gzG0VSZ5OsY/s1600-h/we+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162145055763123058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qx4gZ7gePoY/R6Ofk_fMy3I/AAAAAAAAACA/gzG0VSZ5OsY/s200/we+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Minha mente me leva ao caos. O passado explícito em recordações não me ajuda a compreender o meu presente, as coisas que eram dadas como definidas, hoje, nada mais significam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Um suspiro assobiado por causa do meu desvio de septo nasal acompanha-me na jornada de cada dia, no reencontro com meu ser, dá o início ao meu criar e recriar de palavras, sinto então a brisa que passa pela rua e não atravessa por minha janela, sinto a vontade de mudar, sinto a necessidade de continuar. Na dúvida, durmo, e na certeza, sonho, já na incerteza da memória, me esqueço do sonhado. Ao acordar volto a ouvir um certo assobiado que me acompanha, até que decida-se arrumar um certo septo rebelde por natureza, literalmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Na mudança da vida como um todo, buscamos a esperança de sobreviver até o amanhã.O existencialismo existe de fato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;(Momentos sincretismo do dia 07 de Janeiro com o dia Primeiro de Fevereiro)&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/1653850727098291103-4068547344291929212?l=ogivadelotus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogivadelotus.blogspot.com/feeds/4068547344291929212/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1653850727098291103&amp;postID=4068547344291929212' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653850727098291103/posts/default/4068547344291929212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1653850727098291103/posts/default/4068547344291929212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogivadelotus.blogspot.com/2008/02/minha-mente-me-leva-ao-caos.html' title='Quimera... Quem me dera...'/><author><name>Cibele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00183011824055040046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qx4gZ7gePoY/SZDG03_mBZI/AAAAAAAAAMs/pGEVhFKXD-Y/S220/c+(65).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qx4gZ7gePoY/R6Ofk_fMy3I/AAAAAAAAACA/gzG0VSZ5OsY/s72-c/we+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653850727098291103.post-6775934833522835528</id><published>2007-10-25T19:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T17:07:57.434-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A tal apresentação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qx4gZ7gePoY/RyEFP5cWFEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7jFPw68u30Q/s1600-h/photo+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125383621600220226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qx4gZ7gePoY/RyEFP5cWFEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7jFPw68u30Q/s320/photo+125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A primeira postagem da Ogiva de Lótus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas, porque Ogiva de Lótus?&lt;/strong&gt; Boa questão! Porque!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ogiva:&lt;/em&gt; 1. Figura formada pelo cruzamento de dois arcos iguais que se cortam superiormente, formando um ângulo agudo, e que é típica das abóbadas góticas. 2. Parte frontal afilada, de um projétil, foguete, ou veículo espacial, e que geralmente carrega a carga útil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lótus:&lt;/em&gt; 1. Gênero de plantas papilionoídeas, herbáceas e subarbustivas. 2. Planta ninfeácea, aquática, de rizomas tuberosos e grandes folhas decíduas, coriáceas, flores grandes e vistosas, brancas ou róseas, perfumadas; lótus-da-índia, lótus-índico, lótus-sagrado, flor-de-lótus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sinceramente, nãos ei se ver significados ajuda, mas eu adoro filosofar! Tendo em vista, que hoje em dia, quando houve-se falar em Ogivas, vem logo a cabeça algumas palavrinhas como: Nuclear, Morte e Guerra, e é claro que não é isso que eu quero passar aqui! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Talvez eu quisesse unir o trabalho do homem com o da mãe natureza, talvez, eu quisesse dizer nada, talvez, tudo, talvez, eu almejasse juntar o mal e o bem, talvez, falar de mim, talvez, falar de você, talvez, eu só queria passar o tempo, talvez, apenas falar o infalável, talvez, passar um tempão escrevendo, ou, talvez, escrever vários talvezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Curta a vida, aproveite o simples de toda a coisa, cada momento tem seu detalhe que faz a diferença! Viva com humor! 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