tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81935528630999936212024-03-19T06:04:31.806-07:00Abrindo Portas InterioresEspiritualidade,cultura e poesia : uma maneira de abrir nossas portas interiores.Hélen Rezendehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14035585309029782452noreply@blogger.comBlogger86125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193552863099993621.post-65262344099766719232012-06-14T17:11:00.001-07:002012-06-14T17:11:26.739-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2nHU7AjnUW57v44vjzyzehdtn174VNbXMkZm9yujHjOWk_-HIuXD6YFZJOSZaWcnQWkIYqiMNnNkdWeQCVTRR4E_5bm66-O9j128MvSRje67tDINr8YJWBYvQSqjxPOHl03yEnylh2v8b/s1600/ALE_274_ko.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2nHU7AjnUW57v44vjzyzehdtn174VNbXMkZm9yujHjOWk_-HIuXD6YFZJOSZaWcnQWkIYqiMNnNkdWeQCVTRR4E_5bm66-O9j128MvSRje67tDINr8YJWBYvQSqjxPOHl03yEnylh2v8b/s320/ALE_274_ko.png" /></a>Hélen Rezendehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14035585309029782452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193552863099993621.post-3369904326685201762012-06-14T14:43:00.004-07:002012-06-14T14:43:33.057-07:00# amor e ponto #<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBbvtE__UT27woUZE953BWKSSi30XX9YqFVx6LLE0K1LY8HgWuZHiWkRo9wAOpky64nMEv859KxsxnhMYpng6pTSbhYuKEQ6OjaSim5pxFqePo1sTDLT5ptPUlCyPRWi3lqURGHwnUSvTL/s1600/DSC01387.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBbvtE__UT27woUZE953BWKSSi30XX9YqFVx6LLE0K1LY8HgWuZHiWkRo9wAOpky64nMEv859KxsxnhMYpng6pTSbhYuKEQ6OjaSim5pxFqePo1sTDLT5ptPUlCyPRWi3lqURGHwnUSvTL/s320/DSC01387.JPG" /></a>Hélen Rezendehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14035585309029782452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193552863099993621.post-22356524692690886332012-06-06T13:37:00.001-07:002012-06-06T13:39:33.945-07:00Sentidos"E se não quisermos, não pudermos, não soubermos, com palavras, nos dizer um pouco um para o outro, senta ao meu lado assim mesmo. Deixa os nossos olhos se encontrarem vez ou outra até nascer aquele sorriso bom que acontece quando a vida da gente se sente olhada com amor. Senta apenas ao meu lado e deixa o meu silêncio conversar com o seu. Às vezes, a gente nem precisa mesmo de palavras." Ana Jácomo
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM1yg7tDqB12Aqlu41zAF8To9rNEAcIEhbjj5N6pqqdQnHnKLAe-lC2wLzfcSI9LJtr1pK6KvXn7QYxik5lm8TWV4uG6FU7mK369lMprTOVWSyWQ-oldaphTD4HvpX6jLlrbbdZXmo2T3Z/s1600/DSC01014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM1yg7tDqB12Aqlu41zAF8To9rNEAcIEhbjj5N6pqqdQnHnKLAe-lC2wLzfcSI9LJtr1pK6KvXn7QYxik5lm8TWV4uG6FU7mK369lMprTOVWSyWQ-oldaphTD4HvpX6jLlrbbdZXmo2T3Z/s320/DSC01014.JPG" /></a>Hélen Rezendehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14035585309029782452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193552863099993621.post-80214151682917515622012-01-05T05:14:00.000-08:002012-01-05T05:15:15.724-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipY60UV7H9nk3DKCP37qVtU9jQ3oi-_VPyaZG4ya1oqm8UGbKYJOkh1jmlVgqu2jieKPGeEvo6PAVdcrWGsDBAPioeCeFvMax_6axADWBIQboFyXDzwzdwblkwknv6_SlmnUcli2G38B7z/s1600/ignore.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipY60UV7H9nk3DKCP37qVtU9jQ3oi-_VPyaZG4ya1oqm8UGbKYJOkh1jmlVgqu2jieKPGeEvo6PAVdcrWGsDBAPioeCeFvMax_6axADWBIQboFyXDzwzdwblkwknv6_SlmnUcli2G38B7z/s320/ignore.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694135823495673234" /></a>Hélen Rezendehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14035585309029782452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193552863099993621.post-38162675803559894382012-01-02T12:57:00.000-08:002012-01-02T13:10:09.336-08:00_<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBfjEAr73cxCCmL-F6dEBiIgt8DBD9gkEB7VsTtpNzyfxSS8-IJF8OyxvnG0f-ZPlFhFAD4-KZilt_VYY8RAydNGVJnqRWEyGpyJjZKqRDEz13Q7zobdvUzUS1ObVkMwFGILHc-Yi_SzKz/s1600/amor-de-deus.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBfjEAr73cxCCmL-F6dEBiIgt8DBD9gkEB7VsTtpNzyfxSS8-IJF8OyxvnG0f-ZPlFhFAD4-KZilt_VYY8RAydNGVJnqRWEyGpyJjZKqRDEz13Q7zobdvUzUS1ObVkMwFGILHc-Yi_SzKz/s320/amor-de-deus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693144863407015250" /></a><br />Recuso-me, Senhor! <br />Dê-me Tua mão para que eu não vacile.<br />Recuso-me!Hélen Rezendehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14035585309029782452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193552863099993621.post-19566860302534198702011-12-31T07:18:00.000-08:002011-12-31T07:32:19.318-08:00H O J E<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd8dshSGmiVzdXhz1EH9GAUPdEa1QTpnbJ5onXdJyAsObtlwg2WG31ImiAPrNiu335XSWo4dQTWh1TCAj24EAxqXtptVB-qM2l6d2rxN3N9DSqqt8QjUWmy-tj_O605Raf18UtwDdemr5H/s1600/Prote%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+Dourada.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd8dshSGmiVzdXhz1EH9GAUPdEa1QTpnbJ5onXdJyAsObtlwg2WG31ImiAPrNiu335XSWo4dQTWh1TCAj24EAxqXtptVB-qM2l6d2rxN3N9DSqqt8QjUWmy-tj_O605Raf18UtwDdemr5H/s320/Prote%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+Dourada.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692315354542630274" /></a><br />"Tente entender o que pinto e o que escrevo agora. Vou explicar: na pintura como na escritura procuro ver estritamente no momento em que vejo -e não ver através da memória de ter visto em um instante passado. O instante é este. O instante é de uma iminência que me tira o fôlego. O instante é em si mesmo iminente. Ao mesmo tempo que eu o vivo, lanço-me na sua passagem para outro instante".<br /><br />Clarice LispectorHélen Rezendehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14035585309029782452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193552863099993621.post-71231120290216843582011-12-30T08:19:00.000-08:002011-12-30T08:34:22.992-08:00Doce espera<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9gs1dj2doBBXZmxOox31lnPNEoniMhcqtbMiur3hzOH5bulqLa2e_Dj9yxynGC74FnjmigB3gLOyLuEa0JRgpVFMnXtLi133TOTM20lKPnc19ClQmYEvyk_8t-m4dbQo9csaGQMdgj-Or/s1600/gravida.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9gs1dj2doBBXZmxOox31lnPNEoniMhcqtbMiur3hzOH5bulqLa2e_Dj9yxynGC74FnjmigB3gLOyLuEa0JRgpVFMnXtLi133TOTM20lKPnc19ClQmYEvyk_8t-m4dbQo9csaGQMdgj-Or/s320/gravida.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691960511910532706" /></a><br />"Dizem que tudo o que buscamos, também nos busca e, se ficarmos quietos, o que buscamos nos encontrará. Há algo que leva muito tempo esperando por nós. Enquanto não chega, nada faça. Descanse. Você verá o que acontece enquanto isto."<br /><br />Clarissa PincolaHélen Rezendehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14035585309029782452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193552863099993621.post-54351393384082094842011-12-19T06:40:00.000-08:002011-12-19T06:49:09.501-08:00* * * *<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkt5Ps-EUAkS_PFI-ZiHUbnE1rOQgWfbG0SV_hrg2w2FVSJ-adkAjauodRxR6E1N1j83gVM_-6RGHA6D1Tb6I3zpiWWsWVywAMnv4qCx8wOuNBcwJfDFzZlSyz0YgcjjzJpnthu_XmTrAJ/s1600/bondade_milenar.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkt5Ps-EUAkS_PFI-ZiHUbnE1rOQgWfbG0SV_hrg2w2FVSJ-adkAjauodRxR6E1N1j83gVM_-6RGHA6D1Tb6I3zpiWWsWVywAMnv4qCx8wOuNBcwJfDFzZlSyz0YgcjjzJpnthu_XmTrAJ/s320/bondade_milenar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687851491478447170" /></a><br />"Os poderes eternos não têm favoritos, mas favorecem sempre os bons." <br />Tao Te Ching - Lao TséHélen Rezendehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14035585309029782452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193552863099993621.post-76894871860205136182011-11-28T06:15:00.000-08:002011-11-28T06:26:38.787-08:00Que chuva chove?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsPfjkBlbMl_EoO_OBlVI-QCFv-I9oMeJEgk2PSrZwEAv0kduBrXw1OS48ZeY2Q1zMvN7kI1XSeoHQOwre8OA5miR6bjndWBw8aU5xyvfqnwqDLsIAzH1_ecj8x3wvo4YeX1MS7yo0WJah/s1600/chuva.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsPfjkBlbMl_EoO_OBlVI-QCFv-I9oMeJEgk2PSrZwEAv0kduBrXw1OS48ZeY2Q1zMvN7kI1XSeoHQOwre8OA5miR6bjndWBw8aU5xyvfqnwqDLsIAzH1_ecj8x3wvo4YeX1MS7yo0WJah/s320/chuva.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680052984551734530" /></a><br />O que chove?<br />É chuva de vida ou de pensamento?<br />Se chove tanto, chovesse mais...<br />Mais que chuva, mais que vento:<br />chovesse Céu.<br /><br />Chovesse o Céu, eu voaria?<br />Ventaria feito papel?<br />Se eu voasse, nadaria?<br />Ou eu, pipa levada ao léu,<br />da chuva me encharcaria,<br />à mesma força que me nasceu?<br /><br />Que chuva chove?<br />Se é de vida,<br />chovesse o Céu!<br /><br />Célia de LimaHélen Rezendehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14035585309029782452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193552863099993621.post-81357561294984731552011-11-25T04:49:00.000-08:002011-11-25T05:47:46.110-08:00Ave!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3fEiQgo_O6Gc2Jk2stUEw55n3jvYK6e46prUTzSrB0hthIF5TR8B1qKOFCrD3XkZaVUcl3sJBHtde3RI9JQpgM7SuibcAvJM2F_bac1iN2UCORmp8GEeymkEuLsClsK659GZi6Ob0KrxH/s1600/dalai+lama+e+papa+joao+paulo.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3fEiQgo_O6Gc2Jk2stUEw55n3jvYK6e46prUTzSrB0hthIF5TR8B1qKOFCrD3XkZaVUcl3sJBHtde3RI9JQpgM7SuibcAvJM2F_bac1iN2UCORmp8GEeymkEuLsClsK659GZi6Ob0KrxH/s320/dalai+lama+e+papa+joao+paulo.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678925553554453058" /></a>Hélen Rezendehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14035585309029782452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193552863099993621.post-12819395734133711412011-11-11T04:03:00.000-08:002011-11-11T04:07:00.005-08:00... das coisas que ninguem vê<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM46Lp1QwaISxwnOUnrtIdTkwLGGDvm_BtVaFgFhs1VGoOvRYuQxgPEC0Fr9p0QLBgqFrPts2mLnE9ivoO8BxzSH3UWl6te3oEp68RyjaWFRZMU90VymRK9u11xjMgwwE7AdHfLWqrOK3e/s1600/ALE_391_ok.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM46Lp1QwaISxwnOUnrtIdTkwLGGDvm_BtVaFgFhs1VGoOvRYuQxgPEC0Fr9p0QLBgqFrPts2mLnE9ivoO8BxzSH3UWl6te3oEp68RyjaWFRZMU90VymRK9u11xjMgwwE7AdHfLWqrOK3e/s320/ALE_391_ok.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673708299357340226" /></a>Hélen Rezendehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14035585309029782452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193552863099993621.post-25965627194154080342011-11-08T04:41:00.000-08:002011-11-08T04:49:37.776-08:00* Cor-de-rosa *<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieBTO4inUb55-NeNZTpuy00cUx4PIHIbDpELjmRI9kNKnJVXSbZ302aSrLLqQQzTsDLNjvDemokeA239Tu-MQD6rQRYMdbeW4mmcVeZJ8vvRl1cmXQOi18ARvCeUXDWq3DHFm1lNzLtpiu/s1600/flor+rosa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieBTO4inUb55-NeNZTpuy00cUx4PIHIbDpELjmRI9kNKnJVXSbZ302aSrLLqQQzTsDLNjvDemokeA239Tu-MQD6rQRYMdbeW4mmcVeZJ8vvRl1cmXQOi18ARvCeUXDWq3DHFm1lNzLtpiu/s320/flor+rosa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672605951868552002" /></a><br />"Tem uma felicidade mansa por dentro, devagarinho. A casa bonita. Os dias bonitos. A roseira bonita. E pessoas novas - tem coisa melhor que gente? - Guardo o meu amor por dentro. É precioso. Precioso, delicado (…) As coisas vão dar certo. Vai ter amor, vai ter fé, vai ter paz – se não tiver, a gente inventa."<br /><br />Caio Fernando AbreuHélen Rezendehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14035585309029782452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193552863099993621.post-11747514791618592472011-11-08T04:28:00.000-08:002011-11-08T04:40:37.171-08:00! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ngO5no3Ox2fMvy2OFvWf-QnX_f80PZm7DahEr1SQ6kb0flkonh5Tn_cD5BrZoFoas7PMaM3WjP_Ej8Rx54NrghlIayq8AtBOyq5GL2npeQFWftFXkqea0SalDLUbIcQu6pL6A02ZgAPp/s1600/fogo_violeta.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ngO5no3Ox2fMvy2OFvWf-QnX_f80PZm7DahEr1SQ6kb0flkonh5Tn_cD5BrZoFoas7PMaM3WjP_Ej8Rx54NrghlIayq8AtBOyq5GL2npeQFWftFXkqea0SalDLUbIcQu6pL6A02ZgAPp/s320/fogo_violeta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672603941938506130" /></a><br />"Cansei de jogar indiretas. Da próxima vez, jogo gasolina e acendo um fósforo." <br />Autor desconhecidoHélen Rezendehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14035585309029782452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193552863099993621.post-71759886516070592262011-11-07T05:37:00.000-08:002011-11-07T06:13:09.309-08:00{ Decreto }<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAqHQgO5TP8hFM94FyuUehNgTHbpRXxJIpsdwTUXhTSfOdGhiSZ1qG7b5NMlHqee5KHlrw-jv78UEE1dUq0XyDV6qBC9AA0KIjpHPEmGW7mHOr7wDwowq1cNUnN7XRha61LCfkHpHCH13p/s1600/palaha%25C3%25A7a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAqHQgO5TP8hFM94FyuUehNgTHbpRXxJIpsdwTUXhTSfOdGhiSZ1qG7b5NMlHqee5KHlrw-jv78UEE1dUq0XyDV6qBC9AA0KIjpHPEmGW7mHOr7wDwowq1cNUnN7XRha61LCfkHpHCH13p/s320/palaha%25C3%25A7a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672256563059848626" /></a><br />"Antes de mais nada fica estabelecido que ninguém vai tirar meu bom humor"<br /><br />Fernando SabinoHélen Rezendehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14035585309029782452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193552863099993621.post-76318245455107041292011-11-01T10:02:00.001-07:002011-11-01T10:09:31.295-07:00Colheita íntima<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWz9RsCn-3XFukzKAQfINIzxckViEILEpyy_VwN0cCDJsGSjG24NCW691jAMNZuP3AEwBxmIQOaqSSlxwt7lww3OxPLV3-8_T2Uu_rs63M4BJJJoxmzPQRJ09kVPox4NA62zC-MOXGuw3e/s1600/267521_177551892304433_157874747605481_476616_7448943_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWz9RsCn-3XFukzKAQfINIzxckViEILEpyy_VwN0cCDJsGSjG24NCW691jAMNZuP3AEwBxmIQOaqSSlxwt7lww3OxPLV3-8_T2Uu_rs63M4BJJJoxmzPQRJ09kVPox4NA62zC-MOXGuw3e/s320/267521_177551892304433_157874747605481_476616_7448943_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670074316139961458" /></a><br />Não há nada neutro em nossas vidas<br /><br />“Toda vez que respiro, eu planto.<br />Toda vez que penso, eu planto.<br />Toda vez que sinto, eu planto.<br />... Planto e colho o que sou.<br />Toda vez que decido, eu planto.<br />Toda vez que escolho, eu planto.<br />Todo o tempo eu planto e colho o que sou.<br />Não há nada neutro em minha vida.<br />Tudo em mim é importante.<br />Por isto eu decido: vou fazer as coisas certas, na intensidade certa”.Hélen Rezendehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14035585309029782452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193552863099993621.post-47213175847847596102011-10-31T12:05:00.000-07:002011-10-31T12:13:56.657-07:00```````````````````````<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0YfKjs_gtHTGcHVHOD8ajkI-zDq8YkmcEj1xiUXon-jBj-TAMOpF-VG_D6GogtHcSWZR7TIyTJBKP_rjphBd9rylYIRF8gTE9rn4uiXmp1dBt32z7LHjKC3GHrNL4MJ83pun1M438QMUq/s1600/ALE_401_ok.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0YfKjs_gtHTGcHVHOD8ajkI-zDq8YkmcEj1xiUXon-jBj-TAMOpF-VG_D6GogtHcSWZR7TIyTJBKP_rjphBd9rylYIRF8gTE9rn4uiXmp1dBt32z7LHjKC3GHrNL4MJ83pun1M438QMUq/s320/ALE_401_ok.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669735284908965762" /></a><br />Por Ale em http://aledias-assim.blogspot.com/Hélen Rezendehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14035585309029782452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193552863099993621.post-68861094750941412112011-10-31T06:12:00.000-07:002011-10-31T06:25:17.803-07:00= E n s a i o =<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn2EToK-lzpgjtOFXS8nIVXJemj8kzg-wRPAaTGttd4rb_uZc3GuTJ4uzYZrIhrymSQ1Swyz_mtPGWkpzIMFmGMwnP8Xrr4ZSPpCz_W-95SHrTBi4TJn9mx8TCmx7MiylNhN9sVvhNohPz/s1600/DSCF08%257E1.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn2EToK-lzpgjtOFXS8nIVXJemj8kzg-wRPAaTGttd4rb_uZc3GuTJ4uzYZrIhrymSQ1Swyz_mtPGWkpzIMFmGMwnP8Xrr4ZSPpCz_W-95SHrTBi4TJn9mx8TCmx7MiylNhN9sVvhNohPz/s320/DSCF08%257E1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669646712322633426" /></a><br />"Mas quem é que sabe como? Viver... o senhor já sabe: viver é etcétera."<br /><br />Guimarães RosaHélen Rezendehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14035585309029782452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193552863099993621.post-70716511137408422011-10-27T06:40:00.000-07:002011-10-27T07:25:42.008-07:00Diagnóstico do dia<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9AbrRT9bBQ1vS9lRGJB5HW9x9QfhSSMR3AxsDOpgi7YyVW9XvZ-Z9HJf4J853AX1iQgOqBPT-NjGnW2YGQPU0aWNWSxQVM_d0S1BpFQtrk21sSuscMAlWCL-zRwvujLW7u9QZjtOLNjTg/s1600/beija-flor-tesoura-by-flavio-brandao.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9AbrRT9bBQ1vS9lRGJB5HW9x9QfhSSMR3AxsDOpgi7YyVW9XvZ-Z9HJf4J853AX1iQgOqBPT-NjGnW2YGQPU0aWNWSxQVM_d0S1BpFQtrk21sSuscMAlWCL-zRwvujLW7u9QZjtOLNjTg/s320/beija-flor-tesoura-by-flavio-brandao.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668177753765811602" /></a><br /><br />Felicidade, é viver esperando o melhor e ter a certeza de que ela chegará!<br />Sonho, é viver acordada aproveitando cada conquista!<br />Grande, é ser indulgente para com as imperfeições alheias.<br />Força, é conseguir que nada perturbe tua calma!<br />Desperdício, é usar sabedoria sem caráter. <br />Abaixo a futilidade, o pedantismo e a hipocrisia. <br />Viva, literalmente, tudo o que é essência divina! <br />E, vamos logo que a jornada só parece longa e o caminho da felicidade afigura-se reto.Hélen Rezendehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14035585309029782452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193552863099993621.post-23688455843078080022011-10-25T05:58:00.000-07:002011-10-25T06:00:35.798-07:00* * * * * *<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv-EvlK7uGHFgl2MnR14fyx46rji3RKLe1wFtShka6ozOSANrcX2q24jw_vu_CeoefcmgIzsZZufxiu9qzAGQk16i1tC6_-44fkOppF3i6CK24-C775Fvjm7w8Fjnik6ik-2z_GAupT22M/s1600/4730996.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv-EvlK7uGHFgl2MnR14fyx46rji3RKLe1wFtShka6ozOSANrcX2q24jw_vu_CeoefcmgIzsZZufxiu9qzAGQk16i1tC6_-44fkOppF3i6CK24-C775Fvjm7w8Fjnik6ik-2z_GAupT22M/s320/4730996.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667413868912023938" /></a><br />"Sorte é isto:<br />Merecer e ter."<br /><br /> Guimarães RosaHélen Rezendehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14035585309029782452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193552863099993621.post-58615771836323347982011-10-06T07:30:00.000-07:002011-10-06T07:42:03.314-07:00Som divino<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOfdQATj3fOy_USFnhZkuVu1-Q1eiaan2oFZmsIdKsMaAeqmxbpx-SlrdYvwrm9ZM2iz9ru2gm_IsnFK1KDSOCgLCsO95enCMR1Vt2B8e6ycSoAZvt6nQcKNUVAfCIUiulDjsGNP0djRcl/s1600/mandala+cosmo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOfdQATj3fOy_USFnhZkuVu1-Q1eiaan2oFZmsIdKsMaAeqmxbpx-SlrdYvwrm9ZM2iz9ru2gm_IsnFK1KDSOCgLCsO95enCMR1Vt2B8e6ycSoAZvt6nQcKNUVAfCIUiulDjsGNP0djRcl/s320/mandala+cosmo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660389106541386226" /></a><br />Para trazer inspiração:<br /><br />http://soundcloud.com/dalla-2/when-it-rains?utm_source=soundcloud&utm_campaign=share&utm_medium=twitter&utm_content=http://soundcloud.com/dalla-2/when-it-rainsHélen Rezendehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14035585309029782452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193552863099993621.post-92097071238173512022011-09-29T08:26:00.000-07:002011-09-29T08:33:27.673-07:00Efábulo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKpCbA4LQn7B-j6Whb5xaJd9b8hz5qiwfMmh8hZcTasBS7VyoF0uOhxhdy3pN1LXkBh94pxAtqHD6LL6-Kp_f-l8KOgg8lYkF9V9RYEt5gwp77ExQjKihYZoFM3faLGGImebwN-cwrMbPw/s1600/mandala+yelow.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKpCbA4LQn7B-j6Whb5xaJd9b8hz5qiwfMmh8hZcTasBS7VyoF0uOhxhdy3pN1LXkBh94pxAtqHD6LL6-Kp_f-l8KOgg8lYkF9V9RYEt5gwp77ExQjKihYZoFM3faLGGImebwN-cwrMbPw/s320/mandala+yelow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657804825163415042" /></a><br />"Quem me dera encontrar o verso puro, <br />O verso altivo e forte, estranho e duro, <br />Que dissesse a chorar isto que sinto!"<br /><br /> Florbela EspancaHélen Rezendehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14035585309029782452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193552863099993621.post-50887463480702502592011-09-13T08:21:00.000-07:002011-09-13T08:29:37.533-07:00Com licença poética<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhboGzYJRL1ZJx1YZeeUJ_s6Sei3gYGIc5lHTdKIapA_JuSWg_trWqTQJI8BmZDGr6oPtbGV3qvIITjtDnhxFzDefmk28t1BVqlYntM1ljLMimecHn_Vhq-DM52xbujSar6QeS-xGgGFg1g/s1600/orquidea+8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhboGzYJRL1ZJx1YZeeUJ_s6Sei3gYGIc5lHTdKIapA_JuSWg_trWqTQJI8BmZDGr6oPtbGV3qvIITjtDnhxFzDefmk28t1BVqlYntM1ljLMimecHn_Vhq-DM52xbujSar6QeS-xGgGFg1g/s320/orquidea+8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651866737009613826" /></a><br />Quando nasci um anjo esbelto,<br />desses que tocam trombeta, anunciou:<br />vai carregar bandeira.<br />Cargo muito pesado pra mulher,<br />esta espécie ainda envergonhada.<br />Aceito os subterfúgios que me cabem,<br />sem precisar mentir.<br />Não sou feia que não possa casar,<br />acho o Rio de Janeiro uma beleza e<br />ora sim, ora não, creio em parto sem dor.<br />Mas o que sinto escrevo. Cumpro a sina.<br />Inauguro linhagens, fundo reinos<br />— dor não é amargura.<br />Minha tristeza não tem pedigree,<br />já a minha vontade de alegria,<br />sua raiz vai ao meu mil avô.<br />Vai ser coxo na vida é maldição pra homem.<br />Mulher é desdobrável. Eu sou.<br /><br /><br />Adélia PradoHélen Rezendehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14035585309029782452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193552863099993621.post-5792885955604480822011-08-24T19:22:00.000-07:002011-08-24T19:40:20.495-07:00Só as mudanças me interessam...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs5yj5k_l-gUq95gjniV0XkJYS39u0jBKaXFz32OFVq98PTfIoJKki9hplolFy16z1rXXbnoELCIK2b8eZXKpbRLtyRP8QykFc19mdHhr1CUuuAGSOo_D7ZvW0-EUTvEgQhkihnBseCdlY/s1600/transporte-mudanca.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs5yj5k_l-gUq95gjniV0XkJYS39u0jBKaXFz32OFVq98PTfIoJKki9hplolFy16z1rXXbnoELCIK2b8eZXKpbRLtyRP8QykFc19mdHhr1CUuuAGSOo_D7ZvW0-EUTvEgQhkihnBseCdlY/s320/transporte-mudanca.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644617877368353970" /></a>
<br />Hélen Rezendehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14035585309029782452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193552863099993621.post-24431021401102219452011-08-11T07:51:00.000-07:002011-08-11T08:08:02.011-07:00Aumento<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhhRX130kq0eVLS2pASm2mpI2v8A5GOuuENjJZp66Kbb0xBSPZTQ8ks5Pm5Ca_GN2Gzxgt-dw9VfE5qk3EALrUDW0KOlc78AGqn1WgbGSzg3rIHhMh_1OBVVcyNs1_7n-He4pnDn5J4A0u/s1600/vento.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhhRX130kq0eVLS2pASm2mpI2v8A5GOuuENjJZp66Kbb0xBSPZTQ8ks5Pm5Ca_GN2Gzxgt-dw9VfE5qk3EALrUDW0KOlc78AGqn1WgbGSzg3rIHhMh_1OBVVcyNs1_7n-He4pnDn5J4A0u/s320/vento.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639614768888586290" /></a>
<br />"Assim o homem superior: quando vê o bem, o imita. Quando tem falha, as descarta.(...)
<br />Quando um homem recebe uma grande ajuda vinda do alto, deverá fazer uso desse aumento de força para realizar uma obra igualmente grande. Em outras circunstancias ele nao teria nem a força necessária para assumir as responsabilidades implicadas num tal projeto. (...).
<br />o verdadeiro aumento ocorre quando um homem cria interiormente as condições propícias à sua manifestação, isto é, quando cutiva a receptividade e o amor ao bem. Dessa forma, aquilo pelo que ele anseia vem ao seu encontro com a inevitalidade das leis naturais. Estando assim o aumento em harmonia com as leis supremas do universo, não pode ser impedido por nehum conjunto de circunstâncias ocasionais. O homem deve conquistá-la através de seu pode interno e da constância. Isso o torna relevante diante de Deus e dos homeens, possibilitando-o realizar algo pelo bem do mundo. (...)
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<br />Hexagrama 42 - Aumento - I Ching Hélen Rezendehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14035585309029782452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193552863099993621.post-24095948651152866822011-08-01T14:33:00.000-07:002011-08-01T14:49:06.367-07:00Simples assim...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJpnequihhpo3rs8oAML191KhGMyemX8oAFpPhSDK6FcTkGyE4pWxcEdZFhxhXHFCMSGuC6WMQzTn4a523gVZ_rfdfcMNdzvPMGKZ4nsgrRF2V2c0ZBZqCPskUKfGN1w7ViClVQUi-S9IX/s1600/3e2f1ad19132ee5b41a96ddc916af011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJpnequihhpo3rs8oAML191KhGMyemX8oAFpPhSDK6FcTkGyE4pWxcEdZFhxhXHFCMSGuC6WMQzTn4a523gVZ_rfdfcMNdzvPMGKZ4nsgrRF2V2c0ZBZqCPskUKfGN1w7ViClVQUi-S9IX/s320/3e2f1ad19132ee5b41a96ddc916af011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636007558239832850" /></a><br />"(...)Quanto mais simplicidade<br />Melhor o nascer do dia." <br /><br />Pato FuHélen Rezendehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14035585309029782452noreply@blogger.com0