tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66222492030764186842011-07-30T11:29:17.314-07:00Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.comBlogger611100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-75102082237735883782009-07-21T21:46:00.000-07:002009-07-21T22:15:20.575-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/SmafMpQ9laI/AAAAAAAACLc/IA8ZCtJ6Khk/s1600-h/y1p.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361147446015399330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/SmafMpQ9laI/AAAAAAAACLc/IA8ZCtJ6Khk/s320/y1p.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>Amigo é bênção ... é um porto seguro.</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>Fico a pensar...</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>Como como seríamos sem Amigos, estranho não éh ?</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>Pois é, nesta caminhada aqui pela terra</em></strong></span></div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>espalhamos sementinhas delas germinam</em></strong></span></div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>arbustos, árvores ou nada..</em></strong></span></div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>Nete canteiro umas se agregam a outras</em></strong></span></div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>transmutam ou não.</em></strong></span></div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>Simplesmente, lado a lado, algumas</em></strong></span></div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>se assemelham na forma do crescer.. se aliam em trocas</em></strong></span></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>mas cada plantinha que delas nasce</em></strong></span></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>é única.</em></strong></span></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>Assim é o amigo..</em></strong></span></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>ímpar !!</em></strong></span></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>É tão gratificante nos sentirmos confiantes</em></strong></span></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>da confiança Amiga.</em></strong></span></div><div align="right"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>Quisera ter palavras para dizer</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>o quão grande Amor tenho</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>por meus Amigos.</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>Ah !!</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>Acho qu não precisa kkkkk</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>eles sabem sim, pelos meus atos para</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>com Eles !!</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>Amo Vocessssss um a um ..</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>Um Abração Amigos Meus !!</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>Joice Sempre com Muito Amor !!</em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-7510208223773588378?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-73414569150340884052009-05-28T22:29:00.000-07:002009-05-28T22:32:09.741-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/Sh9zR6qG8oI/AAAAAAAACH8/aTRJAkzbO_s/s1600-h/andrey2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341114434725540482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/Sh9zR6qG8oI/AAAAAAAACH8/aTRJAkzbO_s/s320/andrey2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"><strong>ANDREY MEU AMADO NETO<br /><br />Quantas coisinhas Vovó gostaria de Te dizer<br /><br />além das que Te diz....<br /><br />Nasceste e parece que o tempo voou.<br /><br />Hoje, completas 12 aninhos. Uma nova etapa se<br /><br />apresenta á Tua estrada.<br /><br />Ora infantil.. ora um pré-adolescente.<br /><br />Horizontes muitas vezes confusos se apresentam aos Teus olhos<br /><br />de menino. Perguntas silenciosas, enigmáticas<br /><br />se instalam em Tua cabecinha...<br /><br />Não importa.. é mesmo assim, aos poucos sentirás<br /><br />que tudo não passa de Tua transformação...<br /><br />da formação do jovem que serás.<br /><br />Uma coisa Amado:<br /><br />Em Teus devaneios ...perguntas silenciosas<br /><br />escuta a voz de alguém que Te ama,<br /><br />que Te quer além da vida.<br /><br />Escuta o Senhor Jesus, pois sabes, Ele fala aos<br /><br />nossos ouvidos com o mais puro Amor !!<br /><br />Escuta-O e serás um Vencedor.<br /><br />Sei que me entendes pois sabes que Te Amo<br /><br />como Ele.<br /><br />PARABÉNS SEMPRE MEU ANJO AMADO<br /><br />ops: não esqueça, Estudar, Sempreeeeeeeeee<br /><br />kkkkkk<br /><br />Vovó Joice Com Todo Mais Puro Amor<br /><br /></div></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-7341456915034088405?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-25612347823969027222009-05-22T23:27:00.000-07:002009-05-23T00:13:56.088-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/ShehRvFQ5AI/AAAAAAAACHU/5k_F_pJHnS4/s1600-h/luzdoamor.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338913209339405314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/ShehRvFQ5AI/AAAAAAAACHU/5k_F_pJHnS4/s320/luzdoamor.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#cc9933;">Saudade de meu Cantinho..</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;">por aqui passo, quando em meu coração</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;">bate esta vontade danada de conversar</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;">com meu interior.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;">São momentos meus..</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;">A suavidade da madrugada faz-me criar</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;">sons ... leves sons em tons claros</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;">em minha alma.</span></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;">É tão bom sentir o tempo..</span></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;">descrevê-lo e descrever-me.</span></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;">Sinto vontades..muitas ...</span></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;">Gosto de completar-me sentindo</span></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;">a harmonia da natureza em mim...</span></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;">em meu Eu ..</span></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;">Que bom estar aqui !!</span></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;">Comigo em Ti ..</span></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;">Joice Terra</span></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Um excelente fds a Todos<br />Com meu Carinho e Amor !!</strong></span></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc9933;">Paz e muita Luz ...<br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-2561234782396902722?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-73252507903077599192009-03-18T01:34:00.000-07:002009-03-18T01:38:08.423-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/ScCyZkQj3sI/AAAAAAAACD4/5wOrOMhS0YM/s1600-h/Bomd.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314443712596795074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/ScCyZkQj3sI/AAAAAAAACD4/5wOrOMhS0YM/s320/Bomd.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;">Preciso de um tempo só meu..<br />Tempo de reciclar valores, colocar-me<br />a disposição de mim mesma...<br />Tenho sentido as formas do sentido<br />desorganizadas ..<br />Ruas desertas em mim..<br />Um certo cansaço me assola<br />Então, páro e reflito..<br />Peço forças do alto.. prossigo.<br />Quero sol.. lua e estrelas..preciso do<br />Mar... de Ar.<br />Preciso de Deus e me doar.<br /><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">Joice Terra</span></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-7325250790307759919?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-73568710774783971932009-03-18T01:04:00.000-07:002009-03-18T01:08:38.011-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/ScCrrn7i2fI/AAAAAAAACDo/IP2kEB8SPMI/s1600-h/mulher54.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314436326238640626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 365px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/ScCrrn7i2fI/AAAAAAAACDo/IP2kEB8SPMI/s400/mulher54.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">PARABÉNS MULHER<br /></span><div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-7356871077478397193?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-10244692338892013782008-12-14T17:15:00.000-08:002009-03-18T01:44:53.982-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/ScC0dgi11VI/AAAAAAAACEA/0pvvURvDM-Y/s1600-h/natal187.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314445979342460242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/ScC0dgi11VI/AAAAAAAACEA/0pvvURvDM-Y/s320/natal187.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><center><span style="font-family:ms serif;"><span style="color:green;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>"Senhor...</strong></span></span></center><br /><center><span style="font-family:ms serif;color:#cc9933;"><strong></strong></span></center><br /><center><span style="font-family:ms serif;color:#cc9933;"><strong>que neste Natal, milhares e milhares de pessoas </strong></span></center><br /><center><span style="font-family:ms serif;color:#cc9933;"><strong>possam<br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:ms serif;color:#cc9933;"><strong>encontrar-se com Jesus, </strong></span></center><br /><center><span style="font-family:ms serif;color:#cc9933;"><strong></strong></span></center><br /><center><span style="font-family:ms serif;color:#cc9933;"><strong>a razão do Natal, a vida verdadeira.<br /></strong></span></center><br /><center><span style="font-family:ms serif;"><span style="color:green;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Assumindo com ele um Compromisso de Vida"<br /></strong></span></center></span></span></span><br /><center></center><br /><p align="center"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jmGp-7maJMY/SRHMdR_P-iI/AAAAAAAAAro/gq8nWLjNB_E/s400/09Mininatalmagiagifs.png" /></p><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Joice, desejando Paz e Luz !!</strong></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-1024469233889201378?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-55547387122991274792008-12-14T16:59:00.000-08:002008-12-14T17:12:20.826-08:00<center><img src="http://lh3.google.com/anatonolli/R12gcTm8b6I/AAAAAAAAAa8/xXYShIF1duw/s400/feliznatal.gif" width="230" /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:green;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;">"Que o sentido do Natal, esteja sempre presente<br />em nosso dia a dia e que a Esperança<br />seja um Objetivo Concretizado"</span> </center><center></center><center></center></span></span></span><br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_aJ7K1ERx7XQ/SSH8hy84_rI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Hq90PulYUm8/s400/FelizNatal3XXC.png" width="300" /> </center><center> </center><center><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Joice Terra com Amor !!</strong></span></center><center> </center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-5554738712299127479?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-51938591733708062522008-10-25T17:59:00.000-07:002008-10-25T18:28:53.341-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/SQPENbpkgtI/AAAAAAAAByg/Bhpw5QF1Zig/s1600-h/pors2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261264524738331346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/SQPENbpkgtI/AAAAAAAAByg/Bhpw5QF1Zig/s320/pors2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><center><span style="font-family:papyrus;color:blue;"><b><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Acredito Nas Pessoas...<br /><br /></span></b><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Especialmente naquelas em que habita algo mais que<br />a humanidade...<br />Naquelas que, às vezes, a gente confunde com anjos...<br />Falo daquelas pessoas que existem em nossas vidas e<br />enchem nosso espaço com pequenas alegrias e<br />grandes atitudes...<br />Pessoas que não precisam fazer jogos para conseguir<br />o que buscam, porque seus desejos são realizados por<br />suas ações e reações, não por seus caprichos.<br />Prefiro acreditar em pessoas que reverenciam a vida<br />com a mesma intensidade de um grande amor...<br />Que passam pela Terra e deixam suas marcas, suas<br />lembranças.<br />Que deixam saudades e não apenas rastros.<br />Pessoas que habitam o perfeito universo e a<br />perfeita ordem nele existente.<br />Pessoas de alma limpa e puras de coração...<br /></span><span style="color:#cc9933;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Assim... como Tu !!!<br /></b><br />Bjs<br /><br /></span><strong>Joice P. Terra<br /></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Paz e Luz a Todos Nós !!</span></strong></span></span></center><center><span style="font-family:papyrus;color:blue;"></span></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-5193859173370806252?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-90914160741798781742008-09-23T19:59:00.000-07:002008-09-23T20:20:06.555-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/SNmtlTvg_mI/AAAAAAAABVY/EWlIKo7PELM/s1600-h/amonhenrique.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249417697143357026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/SNmtlTvg_mI/AAAAAAAABVY/EWlIKo7PELM/s320/amonhenrique.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"> Que dizer, em um momento assim</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">inexplicável ???</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Tantas coisas.. mas, nada igual que dizer:</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>OBRIGADA SENHOR !!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Com certeza foste o condutor desta</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">pequenina vida que ora está</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">entre nós.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Só Tu !!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Obrigada a Todos pelas preces e carinho</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">neste período de difícil gestação</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">de minha filha Tiheme.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Obrigada pelas noites que muitos estiveram</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">comigo , aqui.. dando-me</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">força para seguir firme na fé.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Enfim..</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">o Amon está aí ...lutou e venceu.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">PARABÉNS PAPAI, MAMÃE</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">e</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">MANINHOS.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Meu abraço carinhoso e..</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Obrigada !!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">Vovó Joice</span><br /></strong></div></span><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-9091416074179878174?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-91760627252680638402008-07-19T18:59:00.000-07:002008-07-19T19:14:00.809-07:00<center>.<br /><img src="http://lh4.google.com/ninhascrapsamigossaocomoanjos/SAKMmWc05JI/AAAAAAAAAcY/FGMaTKN1YZs/s800/essencia-da-vidaby-aninhab.png" width="300" align="left" /><br /><td><span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"><span style="color:#9f79ee;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><center><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;">Ilumine seu olhar com a sinceridade<br />Faça dos seus dias, um marco de amor<br />Dê a alguém a gentileza da sua afeição<br />Agradeça a Deus cada hora vivida<br />Deixe suas pegadas enquanto é tempo!<br /></span></center><center><span style="color:#cc9933;">Beijos, beijos...</span></center><center><span style="color:#cc9933;"></span> </center><center><span style="color:#cc9933;">Muita Luzzzzzzzzzz</span></center><center><span style="color:#cc9933;"></span> </center><center><span style="color:#cc9933;">Joice</span><br /><br /></center></span></span></span></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-9176062725268063840?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-7401493800268201362008-05-24T20:07:00.000-07:002008-05-24T21:03:20.740-07:00<p align="center"><img height="280" src="http://img389.imageshack.us/img389/7426/aubj10dqy8.gif" width="280" border="0" /></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">" A beleza está em toda parte. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">E talvez </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">em cada momento de nossas vidas.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Olhe bem a sua volta e não perca, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">mesmo nos mínimos detalhes...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">A beleza que Deus nos dá diariamente."</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Tenha um fim de semana maravilhoso !!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Ficas na paz do Senhor !!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Joice Terra</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">.</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-740149380026820136?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-4763475202491342612008-05-01T21:28:00.000-07:002008-05-01T21:39:19.652-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/SBqZe5C88XI/AAAAAAAABQ0/aN_gCJmB-6Y/s1600-h/diatrabalhador.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195633876113617266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/SBqZe5C88XI/AAAAAAAABQ0/aN_gCJmB-6Y/s320/diatrabalhador.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#009900;"> </span><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;">PARABÉNS TRABALHADORES<br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;">Hoje é um dia mais que<br />ESPECIAL</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;">É um dia de reflexão dos nossos valôres.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;">Somos a matéria prima os alicerces e a mão de obra</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"> na construção de nosso País . </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;">Por ter plena convicção disto , </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;">um grito maiór se instala em minha garganta, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;">um grito de pedido de<br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;">RESPEITO<br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;">pelo que somos.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;">SOMOS TRABALHADORES, SIM !! </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;">GUERREIROS DOS NOSSOS PRÓPRIOS SONHOS, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;">SONHOS ESTES QUE ALICERÇAM O PAÍS. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;">PARABÉNS TRABALHADORES.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;">Joice Padilha Terra<br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;">1/05/2008</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"></span></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-476347520249134261?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-23851922408635279382008-04-14T15:20:00.000-07:002008-04-14T15:32:50.062-07:00<p align="center"><a href="http://imageshack.us/"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img223.imageshack.us/img223/5658/bsmanaxcr4.gif" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">PEQUENOS VALORES<br /><br />Viver é acreditar no nascer e no pôr-do-sol<br />É ter esperança de que o amanhã será sempre o melhor<br />É renascer a cada dia<br />É aprender a crescer a cada momento<br />É acreditar no amor<br />É inventar a própria vida...<br />No decorrer desta vida,o prazer,a alegria,a tristeza,a dor,o amor,desfilam<br />em nossa alma e em nosso coração deixando diferentes marcas.<br />São essas marcas combinadas que formam a riqueza da nossa caminhada.<br />Um caminho onde o mais importante não é chegar e sim "caminhar".<br />Valorize todos os detalhes,todas as subidas e descidas,as pedras,as curvas,o<br />silêncio,a brisa e as montanhas deste seu caminho,para que vc possa dizer de<br />cabeça erguida, no futuro:<br />Cresci<br />Chorei<br />Sorri<br />Caí<br />Levantei<br />Aprendi<br />Amei<br />Fui amado<br />Perdi<br />Venci<br />Vivi<br />E, principalmente, sou uma pessoa feliz!<br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Desconheço a autoria<br /><br />Beijos<br /><br />Joice</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-2385192240863527938?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-4294026713797177432008-03-26T17:13:00.000-07:002008-03-26T22:43:49.407-07:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">PÔRTO ALEGRE, 236 ANOS<br /></span></strong><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S_MkpVWMBoM" width="325" height="255" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;">236 Anos de Orgulho...<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;">Um canto de paz e luz, de alegrias...<br />.</div></span><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;">Um lugar onde tudo que se planta cresce<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;">e, o que mais floresce é o<br />.</div></span><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><strong>AMOR ....<br /></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;">Cidade da minha paixão<br />.</div></span><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><strong>TE AMO PÔRTO ALEGRE !!<br /></strong></span>.<br /><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://imageshack.us/"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img210.imageshack.us/img210/1811/porsol6ia2.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>História de Pôrto Alegre<br />.</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Porto Alegre, capital gaúcha, com seu clima subtropical úmido, </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>é uma das cidades mais arborizadas do país, </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>além de ter um pôr-do-sol considerado um dos mais lindos do mundo. </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>No dia 26, esta bela metrópole, nascida em 1772 </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>e batizada com o nome de </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Freguesia de São Francisco do Porto dos Casais, </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>completa 236 anos. </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Durante este período, mudou várias vezes de nome: </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Porto de Viamão (século XVIII), </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>depois Porto do Dorneles, </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>em seguida Porto de São Francisco dos Casais e, </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>finalmente, Nossa Senhora Madre de Deus de Porto Alegre. </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>A cidade passou por lutas sangrentas </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>para se firmar como capital, </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>por isto em sua bandeira está escrito </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>“Mui Leal e Valerosa Cidade de Porto Alegre”. </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Banhada pelo Estuáio Guaíba, </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>a cidade tem como padroeira N. S. dos Navegantes, </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>daí ser feriado local o dia 2 de fevereiro, </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>quando ocorrem muitas cerimônias de fé, </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>tanto por terra quanto por barcos.</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Sua localização geográfica é igualmente elogiada, </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>localizada no místico paralelo 30º. </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Circundada por 40 morros e uma orla fluvial de 72km, </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>berço de gente famosa em todas as áreas, </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>terra do Grêmio e do Inter, </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>dos domingos no Brique da Redenção, </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>e tema de muitos poemas de Mário Quintana, </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Porto Alegre é demais...</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong>.<br /></strong></span></p></span><p align="center"><a href="http://www2.portoalegre.rs.gov.br/pwdtcomemorativas/default.php?reg=13&amp;p_secao=59"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>http://www2.portoalegre.rs.gov.br/pwdtcomemorativas/default.php?reg=13&amp;p_secao=59</strong></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;"><strong> </strong></span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://imageshack.us/"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img81.imageshack.us/img81/6211/poa1pj2.jpg" border="0" /></strong></span></a></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong>PÔRTO ALEGRE É DE MAISSSSSSS !!!</strong></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-429402671379717743?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-24251421068327547052008-03-22T23:48:00.000-07:002008-03-22T23:50:50.067-07:00<p align="center"><a href="http://imageshack.us/"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/4411/pascoa34qh1.gif" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-2425142106832754705?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-24761425147825138602008-03-14T20:43:00.000-07:002008-03-14T20:51:04.136-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/R9tHfqm3rhI/AAAAAAAABNY/VVollRNLTWA/s1600-h/papelx.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177810805931355666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/R9tHfqm3rhI/AAAAAAAABNY/VVollRNLTWA/s320/papelx.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Encontrei-Te</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Pelos luares pratas </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Que iluminam almas a fins.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Pelos sons dos ventos</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Que nos fazem sábios e ternos ..</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Encontrei- Te </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Pelos rumos do passado</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Pelas veredas de um hoje</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Que nada mais é do que o Eterno ...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Sonho-Te luz ..</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Iluminando Almas que a Ti vem.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Encontrei-Te enfim ...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Não sabía mais a tua côr</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Nem ao menos Teus cantares</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Sabia apenas que És !!</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Semente de grande valôr..</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Uma coisa só Te peço</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Não deixas morrer jamais</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">O que de melhor em Ti há....</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">"Os sons, coloridos, de Tua Alma"</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;">Joice P. Terra</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-2476142514782513860?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-21964501472629017902008-03-09T00:37:00.000-08:002008-03-09T01:45:50.816-08:00<p align="center"><img height="320" src="http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/6439/mulher03mb1.png" width="300" border="0" /></p><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Mυlђєr,<br /></span></strong>ѕíмвσlσ đє ѕєŋѕίвίlίđαđє.<br />Éѕ α glórία đσ ђσмєм,<br />ƒσŋтє тєrŋα đє αмίzαđє,<br />ρέrσlα đє ίŋєѕтίмάνєl ναlσr.<br />Âŋcσrα ƒérтίl đα ίмαgίŋαçãσ,<br />мαŋαŋcίαl ρrσƒυŋđσ đє αмσr.<br /></span></span><a href="http://imageshack.us/"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img86.imageshack.us/img86/443/00600je0.gif" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><br /><br />Ąlмα мίѕтєrίσѕα,<br />тєŋѕ ίŋєxρlίcáνєl ρσđєr.<br />Pσđєr đє cσŋcίlίαr<br />тrαвαlђσ, ємσçãσ,lαr.<br />Mєѕтrα ŋα αrтє đє αмαr,<br />тєŋѕ єѕρєcίαlмєŋтє υм đία<br />єѕcσlђίđσ ραrα тє ђσмєŋαgєαr.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Desconheço a Autoria　　　　　　　</span><br /><br /></span><a href="http://imageshack.us/"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img144.imageshack.us/img144/3381/anonovopvi1.gif" border="0" /></span></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Pαrαвέทs Pєlσ Sєυ Ðία!</span></strong><br /><br /></span><a href="http://imageshack.us/"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img144.imageshack.us/img144/3381/anonovopvi1.gif" border="0" /></span></a><br /></div><a href="http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=34474878" target="INFERIOR"><span style="font-size:85%;"><center><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;">Joice Terra</span></strong></center></span></a></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-2196450147262901790?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-75293963912352099512008-02-25T19:48:00.000-08:002008-02-25T20:06:33.081-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/R8OQMXtw1RI/AAAAAAAABLA/H4HRom_5jAg/s1600-h/526700.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171135339350250770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/R8OQMXtw1RI/AAAAAAAABLA/H4HRom_5jAg/s320/526700.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Um grito calado</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Noite fresca e enluarada</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Não escuto sons</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Se não , os que vem de meu coração...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Horas que passam </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Na busca incessante </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">De Ti, de mim</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">De Nós.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Quantos momentos !!</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Sentidos, vividos, absorvidos...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Sonhos reais de um tempo</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Que ainda é, pois vive.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Em mim..em ti..em nós !!</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;">Joice Terra</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-7529396391235209951?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-37952909508810706552008-02-16T01:23:00.000-08:002008-02-16T01:37:06.079-08:00<p align="center"><a href="http://www.topgifs.net/"><img alt="TOP GIFS para Orkut" src="http://imagens.topgifs.net/imagens-orkut/bom-fim-de-semana/recado-bom-fim-de-semana-orkut012.gif" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Saudades do meu Cantinho.</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Tenho andado um pouco sem ânimo.</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Coisas impostas por nós mesmos nesta tragetória</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">aqui pela Terra.</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Um cansaço, aquele cansaço !! ......</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Tenho certeza, será passageiro.</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Tenhamos todos um fds com alegrias</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">e múltiplas bênçãos.</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Não esquecendo que, estar vivo é uma</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">dádiva do Criador.</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Tudo de bom !!</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">COM CARINHO</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;">Joice Terra</span></strong></p><br /><br /><h2><span style="color:red;"><a href="http://www.topgifs.net/bom-fim-de-semana.htm"></a><a href="http://www.topgifs.net/"></a></h2><h2></h2></span></span><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.topgifs.net/"><img alt="TOP GIFS para Orkut" src="http://imagens.topgifs.net/imagens-orkut/volte-sempre/volte-sempre-orkut6.gif" border="0" /></a></p><br /><b><h2><span style="color:red;"><a href="http://www.topgifs.net/volte-sempre.htm"></a><a href="http://www.topgifs.net/"></a></h2><h2></h2></span></b></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-3795290950881070655?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-30616634486035818142008-02-05T20:24:00.000-08:002008-02-05T20:44:33.490-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/R6k5UbgsABI/AAAAAAAABJI/cGQkvkYp9Sc/s1600-h/Index.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163721470902009874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/R6k5UbgsABI/AAAAAAAABJI/cGQkvkYp9Sc/s320/Index.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;">Uma estranha forma de Sentir</span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;">tem tomado conta de mim.</span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;">Vestimentas multicoloridas me vestem.</span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;">Sinto aromas até então não sentidos..</span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;">Rumos a seguir sem forma</span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;">ou com a forma </span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;">de intensos céus..</span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;">Tudo muito vago..</span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;">Caminho por verdes estradas..</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;">Amplas.. largas.. </span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;">sem fim.</span></strong></div><strong><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;">Quanto mais procuro entender</span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;">a harmonia sutil destas formas e sensações</span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;">mais mergulho no hoje que estou.</span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;">Joice</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-3061663448603581814?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-9289329807901488692008-02-02T17:33:00.000-08:002008-02-02T17:43:51.586-08:00<p align="center"><img height="360" src="http://www.recados-orkut.com/Graficos/Carnaval/carnaval-recados-para-orkut34.gif" width="360" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Tenham um Carnaval saudável....</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">brinque , ría..pule</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Deixe a alegria tomar conta de seu momento</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">mas tudo com moderação.</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Abraçãoooo</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">E, VIVA A ALEGRIA !!</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Joice<br /></span><br /></span></span></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-928932980790148869?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-11093539780272056852008-02-01T23:55:00.000-08:002008-02-02T00:04:09.349-08:00<p align="center"><b><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">:: Presente ::</span></b></p><br /><p align="center"><img height="260" src="http://img162.imageshack.us/img162/3765/maemariamp4.gif" width="280" /><br /><br /><textarea onmouseover="this.focus()" onfocus="this.select()" name="textarea" rows="3" cols="15"><a href="http://padilhaterra.zip.net"><br /><br /><img src="http://img162.imageshack.us/img162/3765/maemariamp4.gif" width="280" height="260" /></a><br /><br /></textarea><br /></p><p align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Recebi esta imagem da Amiga</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Sandra Tatit e repasso a quem quiser</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">como uma bênção.</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Obrigada, Sandrinha !!</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Me chega este presente em uma hora tão precisa.</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Sempre Anjos nos são enviados por Deus</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">nos momentos que parece estármos sós.</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Deus e a Mãe Maria</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">estejam contigo...Sempre !!</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Paz e muita Luz !!</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Joice</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">É PARA LEVAR ...!!</span></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-1109353978027205685?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-24766583801084649092008-01-22T23:56:00.000-08:002008-01-23T00:04:09.203-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/R5bz77gr_vI/AAAAAAAABGs/MYFI3hCJOSo/s1600-h/biafelicidad.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158578634112106226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/R5bz77gr_vI/AAAAAAAABGs/MYFI3hCJOSo/s320/biafelicidad.gif" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>LINDO DIA PARA</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>TI !!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>Joice<br /></strong></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-2476658380108464909?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-54044855170901987632008-01-08T22:18:00.000-08:002008-01-08T22:35:49.621-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/R4RnmN7mUiI/AAAAAAAABGI/Q3mCq91aclw/s1600-h/olhai.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153357779891016226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/R4RnmN7mUiI/AAAAAAAABGI/Q3mCq91aclw/s320/olhai.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Palavras, palavras...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Pensamentos soltos em verdades contidas.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Amanhece o dia, formas de um novo colorido</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">À uma vida. A minha vida !!</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Lentamente vejo a claridade</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A luz da qual necessito .....faróis</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Abro de mansinho a janela de minha alma</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Respiro o ar puro matutino</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Como um bálsamo, retomo o sentido:</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Seguir !!</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>Joice Terra</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-5404485517090198763?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-91116496966163289992008-01-01T17:48:00.000-08:002008-01-01T19:47:23.749-08:00<p align="center"><a href="http://imageshack.us/"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img215.imageshack.us/img215/9538/anonovo160cod0.gif" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"><strong>Muita Saúde, Paz, União, Luzzzzzzz<br />Fraternidade !!<br />Um a um, façamos a nossa parte,<br />de mãos dadas, com Amor e Fé, chegaremos<br />a um fim comum.<br />Nunca chegaremos a alcançar a felicidade<br />plena enquanto no mundo houver<br />Guerras.<br />Enquanto prevalecer a Ganância.<br />Sabedoria em todas as nossas atitudes, reflexão.<br />Tudo podemos quando a Fé em Cristo<br />prevalece.<br /></strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"><strong>FELIZ ANO NOVO A TODOS !!<br /></p></strong></span><p align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"><strong>Com meu Amor !!<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Joice P. Terra<br /></span></strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"><strong>2007 / 2008</strong></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-9111649696616328999?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-60385440954458768442007-12-25T01:50:00.000-08:002007-12-25T02:41:05.440-08:00<p align="center"><a href="http://imageshack.us/"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img291.imageshack.us/img291/5997/feliznatalsandramz4.gif" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://imageshack.us/"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img266.imageshack.us/img266/365/feliznatalxdh5.gif" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">Ilumine o Natal...</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">com esperança de amor, </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">esperança de dias melhores.</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">Ilumine um olhar...</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">com cumprimentos de felicidades e paz.</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">Ilumine seus dias...</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">para que deles sejam lembrados </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">os melhores momentos de alegria.</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">Ilumine sua família...</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">para que não esqueçam que a base de tudo </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">é amor e compreensão.</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">Ilumine seu Natal...</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">para que não seja mais uma festa,</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">e sim uma lembrança de uma época </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">inesquecível e abençoada.</span></strong></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><br /></span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://imageshack.us/"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img291.imageshack.us/img291/9038/natalmininat47sv7.gif" border="0" /></span></a></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;"></span></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Obrigada Jesus, a dávida de poder ter estado</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">contigo, meu amigo (a)</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">mais este ano.</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Obrigada Senhor pelo dom da vida !!</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Com Amor !!</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;">Joice Padilha Terra</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Natal de 2007</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://imageshack.us/"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/9778/mini12ed9.gif" border="0" /></span></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-6038544095445876844?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-65835973986662057982007-12-18T20:32:00.000-08:002007-12-18T20:44:04.412-08:00<center><a href="http://imageshack.us/"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img88.imageshack.us/img88/598/b5xc0.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/guitar_test.swf" width="130" height="180" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="autoPlay=yes&amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/d980d336-2c4b-43b8-a708-2bb2bced5010&amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" quality="high"></embed><br /><span style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:85%;color:navy;"><center><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc9933;">Bom seria se não houvessem Natais,<br />sim... que todos os Natais<br />fossem sentidos<br />ao dormirmos<br />e ao ao acordármos cotidianamente,<br />tornando nossas vidas plenas de<br />Sabedoria e com muita luzzzzz.<br />Natal todo o dia, toda hora...<br />Ah...que maravilha !!<br />Somos fruto do Amor de Deus..<br />através deste Amor semeemos partículas sublimes<br />de FRATERNIDADE.<br /><br /></center><center><a href="http://imageshack.us/"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img507.imageshack.us/img507/1134/natalcancaotr9.gif" border="0" /></a></center><center><a href="http://g.imageshack.us/g.php?h=507&amp;i=natalcancaotr9.gif"><img src="http://img507.imageshack.us/img507/1134/natalcancaotr9.aa3a92fa31.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Cantemos o Amor, Vivamos de Amor...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">JOICE TERRA<br /></span></span><br /></center></span></strong></span></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-6583597398666205798?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-1276676606363227752007-12-13T20:47:00.000-08:002007-12-13T20:58:01.186-08:00<center><a href="http://imageshack.us/"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img92.imageshack.us/img92/2018/natalpresepio1bl9.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Old English Text MT;font-size:85%;color:teal;"><center><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">Boas Festas !!<br /><br />Reescreverei minha história...<br /><br />Em cada folha em branco<br />Que me oferece o amanhã,<br />Um novo capítulo será registrado...<br />Um novo rumo, em linhas bem traçadas...<br />Nada de pranto a rolar lembrando partidas...<br />Nada de dores, feridas e decepções sofridas...<br />Celebrarei uma nova tarde, a cada manhã falida...<br />Falarei das canções das manhãs<br />Despertando-me suavemente,<br />E do canto do sabiá a voar alegremente,<br />Tornando o hoje um eterno presente.<br />Nada de antigo, ultrapassado,<br />Velhos rancores, valores perdidos,<br />Sonhos vencidos, amores desgastados...<br />Reescreverei minha história<br />Em cânticos de louvor áquEle<br />Que jamais me abandonou<br />Me ama e me quer nos caminhos<br />Que me ensinou.<br /><br /></span><a href="http://imageshack.us/"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img90.imageshack.us/img90/3084/natalgn3ek2.gif" border="0" /></span></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Joice Padilha Terra</span></center></span></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-127667660636322775?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-38409704830487207322007-12-06T21:44:00.000-08:002007-12-06T22:06:31.674-08:00<p align="center"><a href="http://imageshack.us/"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img480.imageshack.us/img480/5982/b6ff9.gif" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>QUE BOM QUE É NATAL</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>O aroma de nosso semblante espiritual</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>se transforma.</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Nossa natureza interior toma novas </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>e sensíveis formas ...</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Afinal é Natal. Luzes , cores, sons</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Um misto que nos leva à reflexão e dela o crescimento.</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Busquemos dentro de nós o que há de mais puro, </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>doemo-nos num todo iluminado</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>no sentido do Bem.</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://imageshack.us/"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></a> </p><p align="center"><a href="http://imageshack.us/"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/1719/b17ug1.gif" border="0" /></strong></span></a></p><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>COM AMOR !!<br /></strong></span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Joice Terra</strong></span><a href="http://imageshack.us/"></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-3840970483048720732?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-75104791223744910762007-11-30T21:59:00.000-08:002007-11-30T22:38:33.695-08:00<div align="center"><marquee onmouseover="this.stop();" style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS" onmouseout="this.start();" scrollamount="1" scrolldelay="60" direction="up" width="340" height="300"><center><br /><br /></center><center><a href="http://fadinhacintilante.blogs.sapo.pt/" target="_blank"><img src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/cintilante_luz/pic/000bw5ak" border="0" /></a></center><center><br /><br /><a 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ImageShack.us" src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/408/natalc23jm2.gif" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">É tempo de reflexão</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">É tempo de revisar nossos valores interiores</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">no sentido do crescer....</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Afinal, quem somos, o que fazemos...</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">por que aqui estamos ?</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Somos a semente do que plantamos.</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Fazemos o que nossa consciência permite,</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">seja o que for, certo ou errado.</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Aqui estamos, justamente, vivento este tempo</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">na cumplicidade de nossas atitudes.</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sejamos ternos e fraternos...</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Dóceis e morosos para com nosso próximo</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">pois ele nada mais é que</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Nós Mesmos.</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Tenhamos, dias de Paz de Amor e Luz !!</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong>COM AMOR<br /><br /></strong></p><p align="center"><a href="http://imageshack.us/"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img150.imageshack.us/img150/6386/blinkie040pg0.gif" border="0" /></span></strong></a></p><p align="center"><br /><strong>Joice Padilha Terra</strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-5884624304646366213?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-56586536411559710882007-11-21T23:10:00.000-08:002007-11-21T23:23:29.956-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/R0UuV2iqZmI/AAAAAAAABDI/Uqcrsb-r0v0/s1600-h/sonho3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135561903038948962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/R0UuV2iqZmI/AAAAAAAABDI/Uqcrsb-r0v0/s320/sonho3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Não Quero </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Não quero o óbvio</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Que vem de almas aflitas...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Quero o aroma sutíl </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Que em Ti há ...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Não quero ouvir lamentos</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Quero a cura de Teus ais.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Não quero que sejas Sombra</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Quero sim, sejas Espelho</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Que ao refletir-Te nele</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Te vejas cheia de Luz.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;">Joice P. Terra</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-5658653641155971088?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-56730077063421817262007-11-20T20:54:00.000-08:002007-11-21T23:30:43.537-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/R0PDhGiqZhI/AAAAAAAABCk/Fj4Hk83KADc/s1600-h/consciencianegra8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135162973591594514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/R0PDhGiqZhI/AAAAAAAABCk/Fj4Hk83KADc/s320/consciencianegra8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O que vos falar da Consciência Negra !!??</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Minha Raça, magnífica Raça !!</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Quando escuto e leio sobre o assunto,</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">espanta-me, na maioria das vezes,</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">o senso de piedade hipócrita.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Bem diz :</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Consciência Negra !!</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Esta consciência tem que partir de nós, Negros</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Grandes Negros. Construtores por excelência</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">de Sabedoria.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Em nossas veias corre o sangue transformador</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">aquele que, da Dor fez-se Amor.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Evidenciemos toda a história de nossos</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">antepassados da Raça para formar </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">um hoje de Orgulho, não de mêdos e humilhações.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Cada um de nós, Negros tem um caminho</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">de sonhos como todos tem...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">mas, será que lutamos o suficiente , com garra</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">para alcançá-los ?</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Acomodar-se ao fato de que, o Preconceito existe,</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">nos fará pequenos diante da grandeza</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">do que, por Raça Somos.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Parabéns ao Dia da Consciência Negra</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">E, que todos tenhamos em mente:</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Não é por acaso que nascemos Negros (as) ....</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Bye, bye ....................</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Joice Padilha Terra</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-5673007706342181726?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-55001860141731366752007-11-11T21:22:00.000-08:002007-11-30T21:40:24.357-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/Rzk_O-RCOII/AAAAAAAABB4/VV9aeEFIR5o/s1600-h/nataluz7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132202776830556290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/Rzk_O-RCOII/AAAAAAAABB4/VV9aeEFIR5o/s320/nataluz7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Eis que novamente é</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Natal !!</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">O tempo parece correr, voar...</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Tudo parece diferente nesta correria desenfreada.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">É preciso uma data marcada, ou</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">uma boa sacudida interior</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">para frearmos esta loucura toda...</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">e, este Natal que deveria ser vivido todos os dias</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">dentro de nós, só é lembrado nesta época.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Mas, ainda bem que corações abraçam</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">este momento de Fraternidade e fé</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">e se lançam rumo ao enriquecimento das próprias</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Almas.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">QUE PERDURE O ANO TODO ESTE SENTIMENTO</span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">FRATERNO !!<br /><br />BOA SEMANA, AMIGOS !!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://imageshack.us/"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img113.imageshack.us/img113/6682/natalcervzf8.gif" border="0" /></a></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-5500186014173136675?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-36093480814171545332007-11-02T22:26:00.000-07:002007-11-02T22:34:30.633-07:00<p align="center"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O4b1pd4xAXI&amp;rel=" border="0" width="325" height="266" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Superação...<br /></strong></span><br /><strong>Meu querido(a) Amigo(a)...<br /></strong><br />Essa mensagem é uma lição que devemos aprender, com esta experiência de vida.<br />Quem irá nos contar é o próprio autor... Ele se chama: Tony Melendez e o tema dessa mensagem é “ Superação”... Ir além... Ter Força de vontade...<br />Superar obstáculos... Como ele próprio diz: “Você tenta uma, duas, três...<br />Saiba sempre, que, do outro lado, Ele sempre estará, torcendo e estendendo as suas mãos e indicando em pensamento e intuições para você... Ele é o Pai, e quer o seu sucesso e se sentir orgulhoso de você.<br />Como disse Tony Melendez...<br /><br />“Quando sentir... Que não consegues...<br /><br />Pense... e Diga:<br /><br /><strong> </strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>-Eu quero... Eu posso... Eu consigo...<br /></strong></span><br /><strong>( É isso que Deus quer escutar... Quer ver a sua Super + Ação... e Ser digno de recebê-lo e realizá-lo!<br />Sem falcatruas, sem mentiras sem enganações e sem pisar nos outros... )<br /><br /></strong>E Deus, fará você atingir o seu objetivo...<br />Siga esse exemplo, invista em você... Acredite em você... Você possui valores, e é capaz de chegar, onde você quiser... Tente... E veja como as coisas acontecem...<br />Deus observa e ampara... Somente observando suas atitudes...<br />Então... Sempre acredite em você... E que, tudo dará certo...<br /><strong>Boa sorte...<br /></strong><br /><strong>Acredito no seu Potencial...<br /><br /></strong>Marco Antonio Duarte.<br />SP.26/10/2.007-20:00hs<br /><br /><strong>Obrigada, Amigo !! </strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-3609348081417154533?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-52873970655682542442007-11-02T19:23:00.000-07:002007-11-02T22:53:42.735-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/RywMvtxD9DI/AAAAAAAAA_8/9CzX2vEI8Z4/s1600-h/Cyclamen.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128488089546912818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/RywMvtxD9DI/AAAAAAAAA_8/9CzX2vEI8Z4/s320/Cyclamen.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><center><small></small></center><br /><center><small><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></small></center><br /><center><small><span style="font-size:130%;">Não são precisos os Olhos para querer bem.</span></small></center><br /><center><small><span style="font-size:130%;">Basta Sentir a Alma dos Bons.</span></small></center><br /><center><small><span style="font-size:130%;">Meu Respeito e Carinho</span></small></center><br /><center><small><span style="font-size:130%;">à Dona Lourdes</span></small></center><br /><center><small><span style="font-size:130%;">Que hora habita os jardins de um plano de Luz.</span></small></center><br /><center><small></small></center><br /><center><small><strong></strong></small></center><br /><center><small><strong></strong></small></center><br /><center><small><strong></strong></small></center><br /><center><small><strong>Joice Padilha Terra</strong></small></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-5287397065568254244?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-51368700137155186092007-10-29T00:13:00.001-07:002007-10-29T00:53:35.015-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/RyWKJ9xD87I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/UcEsCBa3zNI/s1600-h/maecris1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126655654634976178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/RyWKJ9xD87I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/UcEsCBa3zNI/s320/maecris1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Nem a tristeza, nem a desilusão</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Nem a incerteza, nem a solidão</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Nada me impedirá de sorrir.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Nem o medo, nem a depressão,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Por mais que sofra meu coração,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Nada me impedirá de sonhar.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Nem o desespero, nem a descrença,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Muito menos o ódio ou alguma ofensa,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Nada me impedirá de viver.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Em meio as trevas, entre os espinhos,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Nas tempestades e nos descaminhos,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Nada me impedirá de crer em DEUS.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Mesmo errando e aprendendo,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Tudo me será favorável,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Para que eu possa sempre evoluir</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Preservar, servir, cantar,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Agradecer, perdoar, recomeçar...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Quero viver o momento de agora</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Como se ainda fosse cedo,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Como se nunca fosse tarde.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Quero manter o otimismo,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Conservar o equilíbrio,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Fortalecer a minha esperança,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Recompor minhas energias,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Para prosperar na minha missão</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">E viver alegre todos os dias.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Quero caminhar na certeza de chegar,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Quero lutar na certeza de vencer,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Quero buscar na certeza de alcançar,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Quero saber esperar</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Para poder realizar os ideais do meu ser.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Cristina Raucci</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Muita Luz! </span></strong></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://imageshack.us/"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img91.imageshack.us/img91/5903/birdiep5.gif" border="0" /></span></strong></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-5136870013715518609?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-38129060687353205052007-10-21T01:14:00.000-07:002007-10-21T02:09:58.925-07:00<p align="center"><a href="http://imageshack.us/"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img88.imageshack.us/img88/719/crismae01gd6.gif" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">OBRIGADA MÃE</span></strong> </div><br /><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">Mãe, dedico esta mensagem a você </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">que esteve ao meu lado nas horas que chorei </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">e nas horas que sorri , </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">nas horas que me lamentei </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">e nas horas que, de uma forma ou de outra </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">demonstrei total alegria... </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">Por estar perto de você.</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">Agradecer pelo sorriso diário , sem mágoas nem rancores , </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">agradecer de peito aberto , de alma explosiva... </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">Agradeço pelos meus dias de mal humor </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">que você me acalmou em seu colo.</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">Hoje quero parar e agradecer, </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">porque você fez , </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">faz e fará sempre parte de minha história! </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">Você é sempre maravilhosa...</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">Você é uma mãe e tanto... </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">Divinaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">Obrigada pela vida!!</span></strong></p><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Cristina Raucci</span></strong></div><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Em 19/10/2007</span></strong></p><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">SEM PALAVRAS AMIGA !!</span></strong></div><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">FORÇA...LUZ E, RESIGNAÇÃO.</span></strong></p><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Joice Terra</span></strong></p><br /><a href="http://imageshack.us/"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img81.imageshack.us/img81/1441/pomba01ti1.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://imageshack.us/"></a> </p><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><p align="right"><a href="http://imageshack.us/"></a> </p><p align="right"><a href="http://imageshack.us/"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img88.imageshack.us/img88/4499/pomba02xa5.gif" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><p align="right"><a href="http://imageshack.us/"></a> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-3812906068735320505?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-61651325714992134932007-10-04T12:42:00.000-07:002007-10-21T02:20:48.720-07:00<p align="center"><a href="http://imageshack.us/"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/5434/jesusbatenapotazc1.gif" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">É o meu momento, meu silêncio</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">do dia.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Vamos juntos refletir ???</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Uma grande hora para todos nós.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Abraço Fraterno !!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span> </div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Joice Terra</strong></span><a href="http://graphic.buscamais.com.br/"></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-6165132571499213493?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-65493950314522434562007-10-03T22:43:00.000-07:002007-10-03T23:44:13.251-07:00<p align="center"><a href="http://imageshack.us/"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img57.imageshack.us/img57/2818/amiza1pa0.gif" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Não há estado de Alma que não queira a Paz...</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Todos a querem. Pergunto no entanto</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">o que fazemos para tê-la ?</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Nos achamos atarefados, às voltas sempre com</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">nós mesmos. Esquecemos que, </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">para que sejamos EU, temos </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">antes que ser NÓS .</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">No exato instante que refletirmos sobre isto,</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">nossos olhos terão uma visão mais ampla e eficaz</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">da razão de estármos aqui na Terra.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Nada em nossas vidas acontece por acaso, busquemos</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">com sabedoria o conhecimento através </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">do Amor.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Sei que vivemos em um mundo confuso</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">por que assim o fazem, um mundo</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">de guerras onde o pânico se instala em nossas mentes.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Um mundo de inseguranças.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Deixemos de lado este tal medo, sigamos</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">semeando o que de bom possuímos,</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">plantemos canteiros com sementes de amor fraterno...</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">veremos, a tão chamada Paz nos será</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">ofertada gratuitamente, nos tornará fortes e coesos</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">na luta por um Planeta melhor.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Observas os ensinamentos do Criador</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">e faças de tua Fé tua arma.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">TENHAS UM BOM DIA !!</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Joice P. Terra</strong></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-6549395031452243456?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-45201709849789021412007-10-03T21:54:00.000-07:002007-10-03T22:37:54.192-07:00<p align="center"><a href="http://www.glitterfy.com/"><img alt="Glitter Photos" src="http://img17.glitterfy.com/277/glitterfy002049868D34.gif" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">A madrugada nos convida à reflexão.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">É o momento de nosso </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">precioso Silêncio...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">A andança do dia a dia nos faz deparar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">com infinitas situações.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Cada uma delas, uma lição...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Como é bom viver, sentir a realidade</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">de nossos caminhos como um aprendizado sem fim...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Absorver imensas fatias de um pão</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">que sacia a fome do saber, crescer...Amar.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Nunca me sinto só..</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">me sinto sim, rodeada de lições, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">novas lições a cada minuto, estudo..analizo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">reflito, sinto-me acompanhada</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">de mim mesma nesta estrada da vida..</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Ando..divago..vôo.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Absorvo o néctar de tudo e todos que me cercam</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">AMO !!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">E, neste Amar me completo.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Joice P. Terra</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-4520170984978902141?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-71058638348190755232007-09-27T02:51:00.000-07:002007-09-27T03:21:14.191-07:00<p align="center"><a href="http://imageshack.us/"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img296.imageshack.us/img296/2605/rosalinda1uh2.gif" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Eu quero ser feliz como estou agora</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Alma serena, tranquila e amena</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Corpo solto ao vento</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Ventos que me levam há um caminho</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Sem fim ...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Feliz porque ???</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Vejo fagulhas crescentes daquilo que criei</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Assisto aquilo que pareceu um filme</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">que foi lindo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">O dia que Tiheme nasceu.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">TE AMO FILHA !!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">PARABÉNS !!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Joice</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://imageshack.us/"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img215.imageshack.us/img215/235/aniversario4jl7.gif" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-7105863834819075523?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-91794232489271703882007-09-27T02:28:00.001-07:002007-09-27T02:46:57.217-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/Rvt4FufNH_I/AAAAAAAAA8s/v_4M2_4_plI/s1600-h/04.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114813841582923762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/Rvt4FufNH_I/AAAAAAAAA8s/v_4M2_4_plI/s320/04.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Infinitas são as horas em que em ti busquei a paz</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">a fonte e a fortaleza para sobreviver.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Acho que nem percebeste ainda</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">quão grande é o teu valor.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Horas que, em ti, abraçada, sentí-me plena ...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Que horas maravilhosas , estas...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">És um todo em minha vida, sem metades</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">sem arestas.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">És e sempre serás</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">a grande razão de meu viver.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">FELIZ ANIVERSÁRIO MINHA VIDA </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">TE AMO !!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Tua mãe, simples mãe</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Joice</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">27/09/2007</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-9179423248927170388?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-70811124819405731932007-09-20T23:36:00.000-07:002007-09-27T03:25:42.096-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/RvNvNufNH5I/AAAAAAAAA74/Pr7GfxHk__k/s1600-h/loucobalada.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112552283603541906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/RvNvNufNH5I/AAAAAAAAA74/Pr7GfxHk__k/s320/loucobalada.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;">Não quero que a vida passe sem que</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;">eu tenha cumprido ao menos , parte do que me proponho.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;">Nasci para ser livre e semear o que me é ensinado.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;">Para tal , não importa a roupagem que uso, e,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;">se uso, infinitas fontes em Ti fui buscar.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;">Senti que precisavas te desnudar das vestes</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;">que encobriam um lado de tua sabedoria...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;">Fui lá, sim, não me julgas.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;">Bem sabes e entendes de Amor Fraterno..</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;">Tuas fontes de vida assim te ensinaram, bem sei</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;">mas no fundo de tua alma queres ser como te descobri..</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;">Logo eu, vejas ........</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;">mera andante, pequena que sou, quem diria !!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;">Continuarei , sim, a ser como sou</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;">mesmo tendo que vestir roupas fantasiosas para</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;">descobrir Gente que é Gente.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;">Gritarei minhas maneiras aos que, </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;">surdos se parecem.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;">Eles ouvem ...e ouvindo</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;">crescem diante do que parece simples e absurdo</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;">como Fantasiar-se !!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span></span></div><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"><strong>Joice Terra</strong></span></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://imageshack.us/"><span style="color:#9999ff;"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img215.imageshack.us/img215/661/bjus1mx1.gif" border="0" /></span></a></p><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">Nasci para dar Amor !!</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-7081112481940573193?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-18698821834170562732007-09-20T22:55:00.000-07:002007-09-20T23:29:45.097-07:00<p align="center"><a href="http://imageshack.us/"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img215.imageshack.us/img215/3710/luarlz7.gif" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#000099;">Minhas ruas, minhas luas</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#000099;">Nuas acesas, doces... óh luas !!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#000099;">Caminhos descalços, rumos incertos</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#000099;">Noites em que te via</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#000099;">Lua minha..</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#000099;">Banhava-me entre tuas metáforas</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#000099;">Entre teu terno luar.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#000099;">Corria por entre estrelas</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#000099;">Me escondia abraçada ao arbusto</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#000099;">Não era noite nem era dia, sei lá...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#000099;">Era mera fantasia ...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#000099;">De uma noite de luar.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">Joice Terra</span></strong></div><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/RvNeE-fNH3I/AAAAAAAAA7o/UtynGOq19fQ/s1600-h/luar50.jpg"><span style="color:#000099;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112533441582014322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/RvNeE-fNH3I/AAAAAAAAA7o/UtynGOq19fQ/s200/luar50.jpg" border="0" /></span> <p align="center"></a><span style="color:#000099;"><br /></span><strong><span style="color:#000099;">PoA, 21 de Setembro de 2007<br /></span></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-1869882183417056273?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-57993606285233100832007-09-20T20:24:00.001-07:002007-09-20T20:48:06.278-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/RvM8zefNH1I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/QPmhNQds3y4/s1600-h/cavalgbandeira.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112496857050586962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/RvM8zefNH1I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/QPmhNQds3y4/s320/cavalgbandeira.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;">REVOLUÇÃO FARROUPILHA </span></strong><a name="115885994157819788"></a><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;">No dia 20 de setembro, festeja-se no Rio Grande do Sul </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;">a Revolução Farroupilha, </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;">que eclodiu na noite de 19/09/1835,</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;">quando </span></strong><a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.wcams.com.br/DCP_4973.JPG" target="_blank"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;">BentoGonçalves da Silva</span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"> </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;">avançou com cerca de 200 "farrapos" </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;">(ala dos exaltados, que queriam províncias mais autônomas, </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;">unidas por uma república mais flexível) </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;">sobrea capital Porto Alegre </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;">(que na época possuía cerca de 14 mil habitantes)</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;">pelo caminho da Azenha (atual </span></strong><a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.ufrgs.br/pdgs/av_joaopessoa.jpg" target="_blank"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;">AvenidaJoão Pessoa</span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;">). </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;">A revolta deveu-se em função dos elevados impostos </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;">cobrados no local devenda (normalmente outros Estados) </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;">sobre itens (animais, couro, charque e trigo) </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;">produzidos nas estâncias do Estado. </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;">Charqueadores e estancieiros reclamavam, </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;">ainda, de outros impostos: </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;">sobre o sal importado e sobre apropriedade da terra. </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;">A revolução durou quase 10 anos, sem vencedor e vencido. </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;">O tratado de paz foi assinado em Ponche Verde, </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;">pelo barão Duque de Caxias e o general Davi Canabarro, </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;">em 28/02/1845.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/RvM58OfNH0I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/Fg3HIaBXQAk/s1600-h/cavalg2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112493708839558978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/RvM58OfNH0I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/Fg3HIaBXQAk/s320/cavalg2.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#999900;">Pesquisa:<br /></span><br /><div><a href="http://marcelovarda.net/2006_09_01_marcelovarda_archive.html"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;">http://marcelovarda.net/2006_09_01_marcelovarda_archive.html</span></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-5799360628523310083?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-54808686714802731602007-09-19T14:47:00.000-07:002007-09-20T20:53:21.848-07:00<p align="center"><a title="RecadosAnimados.com" href="http://www.recadosanimados.com/"><img alt="RecadosAnimados.com" src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee201/recadosanimados/gifsespeciais/mulheremar.gif" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Sou como a Águia, que, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">de tempos em tempos precisa </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">esconder-se para que suas penas </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">se renovem para lançar-se </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">há um novo vôo...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Sou como o Oceano, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">oculto infinitas maravilhas...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Ás vezes tranquila, ás vezes revolta..</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Tranquila no exato momento </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">do encontro de mim mesma...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Revolta, ao deparar-me com o desamor..</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Sou como Mãe Negra Noite ...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Agasalho sonhos, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">embalo e abrigo em meu colo, multidões ...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Dou inspiração aos Poetas, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">faço reviver ilusões já perdidas...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Será que Sou ..ou, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Quisera ser !??</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">A verdade é que </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Procuro Ser ...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Tudo o Que Ainda Não Sou .</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;">Joice Padilha Terra</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-5480868671480273160?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-82375875576667097142007-09-18T16:47:00.000-07:002007-09-18T16:55:29.928-07:00<a href="http://imageshack.us/"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img114.imageshack.us/img114/6691/pravocvn2.gif" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-8237587557666709714?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-55573715577243848562007-09-10T01:44:00.000-07:002007-09-10T02:19:31.333-07:00<p align="center"><a href="http://imageshack.us/"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img120.imageshack.us/img120/9942/bolasemaninhaqd2.gif" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><em>Que belo amanhecer</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><em>A aragem fresca faz-me sentir levitar.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><em>O tom do dia é colorido</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><em>Estou feliz.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><em>Tudo se refaz em mim ...</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><em>A saudade, o dia que ainda não vivi...</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><em>As coisas que não fiz..Partes de um viver se juntam</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><em>Constroem-se sonhos, ainda..</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><em>Por que , não ??!!!</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><em>Só que para isto, ouvidos não podem ouvir</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><em>Boca não pode falar....</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><em>Há que se deixar o tempo passar</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><em>Subir na garupa do vento </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><em>E..... VOAR !!</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Joice P. Terra</span><br /></em></span><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://imageshack.us/"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img292.imageshack.us/img292/8137/bomdia4pk6.gif" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-5557371557724384856?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-31415736081610346872007-09-10T00:44:00.000-07:002007-09-10T01:35:38.894-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/RuT7doWJfmI/AAAAAAAAA7I/RkbNurLwXHI/s1600-h/moonlight161.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108484363810078306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/RuT7doWJfmI/AAAAAAAAA7I/RkbNurLwXHI/s320/moonlight161.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><br /><center><!-- aqui começa o marquee--><br /><marquee scrollamount="2" direction="up" width="170" height="200"><br /><br /><em><strong>"Amar significa aceitar um compromisso<br />sem ter garantias, quer dizer entregar-se<br />completamente na esperança de que esse<br />amor gere amor na pessoa amada.<br />O amor é um ato de fé".</strong></em><br /></marquee><br /><!--aqui acaba o marquee--></center><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><strong>Joice<br /></strong></span></div><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;">Visitem-me<br /></span></strong><div align="center"><a href="http://padilhaterra.zip.net/"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;">http://padilhaterra.zip.net/</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"> </span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-3141573608161034687?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-74100147577717227882007-09-05T02:06:00.000-07:002007-09-05T03:26:27.522-07:00<p align="center"><a href="http://imageshack.us/"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img62.imageshack.us/img62/5102/ovnisondasbq9.gif" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>No vai e vem do tempo, da vida, há sempre </strong></span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>uma razão que move o coração.</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Coração !!</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Palavra mágica da expressão de todos os atos externos do Ser.</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Você !! Não sei como aconteceu, foi como numa fábula</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>ou num conto mágico daqueles </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>que não existem mais....</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Dentro da magia dos sonhos impossíveis, avistei uma estrela</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>uma luz, algo muito especial no Universo.</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Era, sei lá, um astro potente com força inexplicável.</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Entendia tudo, compreendia tudo ..</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>amava todos os sonhos belos....</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Confundia cabeças, desvendava muitos corações</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>que quase perdidos nem amavam mais.</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Estrela, Astro, Sonho...Você !!</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Algum Ser que não sei explicar mas muito sei compreender.</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Você que, de luz consegue iluminar, de sonho consegue</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>transpor mundos, de astro envolve todo o planeta</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>chamado, Amor .....</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Um dia perguntei-te:</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Por que anormal se possues todas as qualidades</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>mais belas aliadas ao AMOR?</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Assim você é</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Incógnita, Poética, Criança....</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Meu pensamento corre mundos , atravessa montanhas</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>transpõe oceanos a procura de voce..</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>mas algumas vezes você some como o vento..</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Foi sonho, sim...</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>o mais lindo sonho já vivido.</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Não sei onde , ou..... em que outro mundo </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>já te conheci mas tenho certeza que já te ví.</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Agora corra , vôe como um pássaro livre</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>ou, como uma estrela que ilumina, ou.... como um </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>grande asteróide que vem e some rápidamente.</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Se vieres, venha compartilhar o dom de amar..</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Por que eu tinha que tentar, ou...voce tinha que tocar</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>meu pequeno coração..</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Agora estou assim.... A procura de você</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>ou, a espera de você...</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Sei que sabes tudo de mim e eu, pouco de você.</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Só sei que te esperarei ..neste mundo </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>ou e outro qualquer onde se possa dizer que o amor</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>é real , não é fantasia, não ...não é !!</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Ele existe ... mesmo que , como pássaro... sonho...</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>estrela astro ou asteróide.</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Ele existe , sim ...num aperto de mão</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>num pensamento...numa saudade ...numa criança...</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Numa renúncia ...em tudo que se pode</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>vêr e o que ñ se pode vêr...</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>No possível e no impossível</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>EM DEUS !!</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Joice P. Terra</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>1986</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://imageshack.us/"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img205.imageshack.us/img205/4935/birdirt2.gif" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-7410014757771722788?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-33369111863006176532007-09-01T01:50:00.000-07:002007-09-04T23:22:48.719-07:00<p align="center"><a href="http://imageshack.us/"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img166.imageshack.us/img166/4522/flores59zr4.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Saudade danada<br />Malvada, que fere fundo.. machuca<br />e maltrata.<br />Parece que foi ontem que te foste<br />Nem foste bem sei..<br /><br />Entre as paisagens da alma, aqui estás</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Linda, tímida, serena ... sem dor</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Desculpas, por favor, minha lágrima que cai</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong>É AMOR..SÓMENTE AMOR</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong>A mãe não aguentou, chorou..</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Repete como repetias</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Mãe, coloca a canção que amo..é nossa</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Então eu coloquei, está aí..</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Dançávamos, cantávamos..</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Brindávamos a felicidade, eu tu, e a mana..</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong>O tempo não passou</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Só a saudade ficou, de teu sorriso</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong>De tuas manias de adolescente</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Da tua alma que eu copreendia ..</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Da canção minha e tua, só nós sabíamos.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Rona minha linda !!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Que vazio..........</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Um vazio compreendido, pois não sentes</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Mais dores....vôas feliz</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Agasalha minha alma, ás vezes cansada e doída.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Tua mãe</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Joice</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://imageshack.us/"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img390.imageshack.us/img390/193/folha02uu0.gif" border="0" /></strong></span></a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-3336911186300617653?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-24737874262751040682007-08-27T02:27:00.000-07:002007-08-27T02:42:04.070-07:00<p align="center"><a href="http://imageshack.us/"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/8451/bluebirdsbz3.gif" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Apenas sonhar.. deslumbrar</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>A manhã desponta</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Doce, terna e suave, num despertar...</strong></span></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Saudades de minha infância!!</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Óh ave que gorgeia</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">No bosque do meu rincão</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Vem fazer-me companhia</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Cantando em minha janela, esta do meu coração.</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Bom Dia...</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Boa Semana a todossss</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;">Joice</span></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-2473787426275104068?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-25630781843374934212007-08-26T02:03:00.000-07:002007-08-26T02:27:17.392-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/RtFHD4WJfSI/AAAAAAAAA3g/OVpzQK3jfl8/s1600-h/porspoa9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102937984777944354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/RtFHD4WJfSI/AAAAAAAAA3g/OVpzQK3jfl8/s320/porspoa9.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>É frio, chuvoso mas não está tardío</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>São as horas que passam</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>De um tempo que nem sei onde dará..</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Um tempo talvez sem tempo.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Corro por entre as colinas de mim</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Dos caminhos,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Estes vivo, sim...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>São os meus rumos, sublimes rumos</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Não tenho dores, sim amores</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Amores que encantam</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>E cantam a magia da vida</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Amores que me ensinam</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Por aí vou ..</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Buscando, aprendendo , ensinando</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Sentindo enquanto há</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>O aroma divino que é</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>AMAR</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Joice Terra</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-2563078184337493421?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-67305336258773832342007-08-26T01:47:00.000-07:002007-08-26T01:57:39.383-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/RtFAMoWJfRI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/hC-7mRB-mOI/s1600-h/luar29.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102930438520405266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/RtFAMoWJfRI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/hC-7mRB-mOI/s320/luar29.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">PALAVRAS </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Palavras soltas ao vento </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Brisa suave </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Vôo deslumbrante entre marés </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Ora mansas ora revotas </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Simples marés </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Palavras soltas ao vento </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Encontro de idas e vindas </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Vida !! </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Oceano que transborda em minha alma </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Canções do inesperado </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Palavras soltas ao vento </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Uma a uma em sincronia </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Fazem de mim andorinha </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Voar por tamanha sina </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">A de amar por toda vida. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><strong>Joice Terra</strong> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-6730533625877383234?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-14209215763507706032007-08-20T00:10:00.000-07:002007-08-20T02:03:55.985-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Não fora o tempo a transformar-me assim<br />Que seria eu, ou , de mim<br /></span><a href="http://imageshack.us/"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/8803/01321wc8.gif" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Se, na grandeza da sabedoria divina<br />as horas consideradas de dor<br />não fossem compreendidas como as mais preciósas<br />porque na verdade, são de Amor...<br />De cresimento...</span><a href="http://imageshack.us/"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img165.imageshack.us/img165/2402/00600xl8.gif" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><br />Ainda tenho meus medos, certas pequenas inseguranças,<br />tropeços....<br />Mas, sinto que algo muito forte me guia e<br />impulsiona a ir.. ir.. ir muito além do que meus olhos<br />possam ver.<br />Quero saber mais das coisas que considero certas,<br />das coisas que creio e sinto ..<br />Maravilhoso éh, ser andante em busca da paz e da luz<br />para compor um planeta fraterno<br />e transformador...</span><a href="http://imageshack.us/"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/5007/pomba19fk9.gif" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#cc9933;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Com muito Amor !!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Joice P. Terra</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-1420921576350770603?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-62265385820397657032007-08-19T23:30:00.000-07:002007-08-19T23:53:05.721-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/Rsk5eYWJfII/AAAAAAAAA2M/eP36AzkXeXc/s1600-h/luar36.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100671247068003458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/Rsk5eYWJfII/AAAAAAAAA2M/eP36AzkXeXc/s320/luar36.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">Visões de Minh'alma<br /></span></div></span></strong><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">Visões de minha alma clamam</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">São as horas de minha insônia que há..</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">Debruço-me na janela da vida,do tempo, </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">das horas de meu caminhar...<br /></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">Sinto-me como voar..</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">Sair de mim e flutuar, querer..querer..</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">Uma angústia, não posso parar.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">As linhas me buscam a escrever..<br /></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">Enfim ...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">O que exatamente quero ?</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">Na leveza de meus passos, a luz !!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">Esta que provém de Ti, Pai,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">Que chamamos de Jesus.<br /></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Joice P. Terra</span><br /></span></div></span></strong><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"></span></strong></div><span style="color:#3333ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100668090267040882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/Rsk2moWJfHI/AAAAAAAAA2E/2YU-lgLqwBk/s320/amorp.gif" border="0" /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-6226538582039765703?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-70002484083336160312007-08-15T15:54:00.000-07:002007-08-15T16:05:51.201-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/RsOGat_MD6I/AAAAAAAAA1M/ZzGtdh2XYHo/s1600-h/dudu16.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099066996692881314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/RsOGat_MD6I/AAAAAAAAA1M/ZzGtdh2XYHo/s320/dudu16.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">Deus te proteja Eduardo !!</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">Vovó te ama muiiiiiiiiitoooooo</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">Beijosssssss</span></strong></div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099065471979491218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/RsOFB9_MD5I/AAAAAAAAA1E/nhKiV9qpqt8/s320/0030.gif" border="0" /><br /><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"></span></strong></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"></p><div align="center"></span><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Vovó Joice<br /></span></strong></div><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">Com muito Amor, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">PARABÉNS<br /></div></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-7000248408333616031?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-69356117260701406422007-08-11T23:36:00.001-07:002007-08-12T00:12:02.114-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/Rr6v4d_MDvI/AAAAAAAAAz0/WO_DkblA4FA/s1600-h/diapais.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097705212887174898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/Rr6v4d_MDvI/AAAAAAAAAz0/WO_DkblA4FA/s320/diapais.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Parabéns Papais !!</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Sim, Parabéns a todos os Pais.</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Aqueles que nos deram a vida, nos</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">acompanham com amor vida a fora..</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">falo acompanham porque mesmo os que ñ mais</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">estão junto de nós, vivem em nossos corações.</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Aos que, amam gratuitamente sem se importar</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">com o fato de ser um filho biológico </span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">ou não..Amam !!</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Parabéns às Mães-Pais !!</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Parabéns e sintam a grandeza</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">de poder dar amor.</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Sejam voces Pais, abençoados</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">nesta missão que lhes foi confiada.</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Meu Carinho !!</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#cc9933;">Deus os Abençõe !!<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span></span></strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"><em><strong></strong></em></span> </div><em><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;">Joice Terra<br /></span></strong></em><br /><p><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;">Todo dia é dia dos Pais</span></em></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-6935611726070140642?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-44959895041181380462007-08-11T23:05:00.000-07:002007-08-11T23:30:13.612-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/Rr6nA9_MDtI/AAAAAAAAAzk/bC1uj3QHnbI/s1600-h/solk.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097695463311412946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/Rr6nA9_MDtI/AAAAAAAAAzk/bC1uj3QHnbI/s320/solk.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">DEIXAS </span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Deixas que meus braços se abram </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Que te aperte forte em mim... </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Sou Ar...Vento... </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Vivo entre as marés </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Ou nas profundezas de mim De ti, De nós.. </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Não fui cria de uma só mãe </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Muito menos de pai </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Fui gerada entre arbustos </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Da natureza, entre o infinito Do céu </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Para transpor mares. </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Deixas que te sinta .. </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Assim.. bem assim ...calma </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Isto, nesta mistura de cores, de ares. </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Na sublime forma sem forma </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">De uma alma que busca </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Simplesmente, Amar !!<br /></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc9933;"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">Joice P. Terra</span></strong><br /></span></div></em><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097692147596660418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/Rr6j_9_MDsI/AAAAAAAAAzc/JROuFGCRBHQ/s320/nflores16.gif" border="0" /><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Iluminado Final de Semana</span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">a Todos.<br /></span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-4495989504118138046?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622249203076418684.post-89921840898277574372007-08-10T01:57:00.000-07:002007-08-11T20:08:12.743-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/RrwpO9_MDgI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Z37bECUTZTM/s1600-h/luar39.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096994215411060226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_p83eZ3R00/RrwpO9_MDgI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Z37bECUTZTM/s320/luar39.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><em>É como nascer</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><em>amar, respirar fundo a doce </em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><em>aragem de uma sublime manhã...</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><em>é a natureza em mim.</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><em></em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><em></em></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><em>Sejam Bem Vindos !!</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><em></em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><em></em></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><em>Joice</em></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622249203076418684-8992184089827757437?l=falandocomocoure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joice Padilha Terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07849726724369384798noreply@blogger.com2