<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851</id><updated>2012-01-26T20:01:06.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Renata Lima</title><subtitle type='html'>In this blog I will share some of my poems and chronicles(either in portuguese or english).
Nesse blog compartilho alguns de meus poemas e cronicas(em portugues e ingles)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-9153641544903462618</id><published>2012-01-26T19:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T20:01:06.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oportunidades</title><content type='html'>Cada um no seu mundo... buscando o que é melhor para sua vida. &lt;br /&gt;Alguns se dão, alguns se isolam... Alguns se encontram, outros se perdem. &lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que muitas vezes deixamos boas oportunidades passarem por sermos indiferentes à grandeza do que está sendo oferecido no momento. &lt;br /&gt;Visando somente o que está além, desperdiçamos a preciosidade do que está ao nosso alcance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-9153641544903462618?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/9153641544903462618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=9153641544903462618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/9153641544903462618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/9153641544903462618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2012/01/nosso-mundo.html' title='Oportunidades'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-3648647131883060633</id><published>2011-10-19T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T16:42:16.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valeu a pena?</title><content type='html'>Tive a honra de ter minha cronica publicada no livro "Janelas Abertas", do autor e amigo Braz Durso. O livro foi lançado na Bienal do livro Rio(2011).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the honor of having my chronicle published in the book "Janelas Abertas", by the author and friend Braz Durso. The book was exhibed at the Bienal do Livro Rio (2011).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;## Valeu a Pena? ##&lt;br /&gt;Percebo que a vida que levamos é grandemente marcada por 3 coisas básicas:&lt;br /&gt;pensamentos, emoções e ações.&lt;br /&gt;Básicas, porque são inerentes ao ser humano; mas não necessariamente simples.&lt;br /&gt;Temos nossas próprias razões para fazermos nossas escolhas, e estas estão ligadas à nossa complexidade única.&lt;br /&gt;Criamos uma rotina, um método de vida, as vezes baseado nas necessidades do momento, as vezes como reação a algo do passado. As vezes sentimos a necessidade da mudança, uma nova forma de encarar a vida, uma perspectiva diferente e renovada.&lt;br /&gt;Creio que (quase) todo ser humano um dia passa por isso;&lt;br /&gt;Questionamos e imaginamos infinitas possibilidades de como nossa vida poderia ser se fizessemos escolhas diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;Para alguns é apenas uma fase, para outros uma eterna busca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais analiso a vida e o comportamento das pessoas, mais sinto que deveriamos analisar menos o que não podemos mudar e sim viver mais o que nos cabe explorar.&lt;br /&gt;Mas como nos livrar de intensas emoções e pensamentos desnecessários ao nosso desenvolvimento?&lt;br /&gt;Como aceitar acontecimentos que a vida traz sem sempre questionar por que?&lt;br /&gt;Como aceitar que algo especial se acabou?&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente só o tempo e as experiências para nos fazer aprender.&lt;br /&gt;Felizmente, somos livres para aprender ao nosso modo, nos limites que definimos para nós mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso que a vida com seu mais puro denodo nos preenche com o todo necessário para se viver.&lt;br /&gt;Que não sejamos simplesmente o que esperam de nós. Que não sejamos sujeitos a etiquetas com vagas definições. Que a liberdade mais pura e real nos permita ser nós próprios nas infinitas possibilidades que a vida nos apresenta.&lt;br /&gt;Me encanta as vezes poder perceber o extraodinário em cada fase de nossas vidas. &lt;br /&gt;Cada um tem sua história, cada um se expressa de uma forma, cada um passa por dificuldades e conquistas em sua jornada.&lt;br /&gt;Seres de carne, alma e ardor se encontram, se satisfazem, se ensinam, se enaltecem, se completam.&lt;br /&gt;Corpos que se tocam, carinhos trocados, palavras sublimes, olhares profundos, beijos ardentes, amores incondicionais.&lt;br /&gt;Há uma força invisível que muitas vezes não percebemos, não entendemos.&lt;br /&gt;A emoção não julgada, não dilarcerada, a liberdade do ser;&lt;br /&gt;A expressão do que somos, a cada momento, sem culpa, sem medo, sem competição.&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente ser... Essa é a beleza da alma.&lt;br /&gt;Encontramos desafios, situações desconfortáveis, injustiças talvez incompreensíveis;&lt;br /&gt;desapontamentos, dúvidas, dor, perdas, quedas...&lt;br /&gt;Mas também encontramos compreensão, gentileza, algumas certezas, pessoas insubstituíveis, aprendizado, paixões inesquecíveis;&lt;br /&gt;realizações que nos dão força, perdas que nos permitem nos encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;Em cada experiencia, em cada gesto, em cada palavra, mostramos quem somos.&lt;br /&gt;Expressamos o eu individualista, não acabado, não pronto...&lt;br /&gt;Um “eu” a ser lapidado, explorado, expressado de muitas outras formas; infinitas formas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A liberdade que buscamos está dentro de nós. Nossa reação a cada acontecimento depende da pessoa que queremos ser.&lt;br /&gt;Há tanto a se buscar; tanto a se ensinar; tanto a se aprender; tantos para se amar.&lt;br /&gt;Em cada dia há uma oportunidade de tentarmos mais uma vez;&lt;br /&gt;De ir além dos padrões atuais, dos limites impostos.&lt;br /&gt;Em cada dia está a chama que precisa ser mantida acesa.&lt;br /&gt;As desculpas que criamos para não irmos em busca do que achamos ser importante e fascinante, são nossas principais barreiras.&lt;br /&gt;Obviamente, nem todos os nossos sonhos se tornam reais; &lt;br /&gt;Talvez estejamos querendo algo que não é para acontecer (ainda). Mas nem por isso devemos desistir e estagnar.&lt;br /&gt;As coisas se transformam, o mundo se transforma, a gente se transforma.&lt;br /&gt;Podemos adaptar, podemos criar, podemos encontrar formas de fazer aquilo que nos dá alegria na alma, por mais simples que isso seja.&lt;br /&gt;No dia a dia nimguém precisa estar feliz o tempo todo. Um pouco de tristeza também nos faz mais fortes, nos faz crescer como ser humano. &lt;br /&gt;Mas que a tristeza seja temporária e não deixemos que ela nos defina. &lt;br /&gt;Que ela seja uma forma de reflexão e nos faça perceber que ainda há caminhos a serem explorados, pois a vida continua; e independente de qual seja a razão de estarmos aqui, que possamos ver tudo isso como crescimento e sigamos com esperança a jornada que cabe a cada um de nós viver.&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia você se pegar questionando se algo valeu a pena, lembre-se dessa frase do grande poeta Fernando Pessoa: “Tudo vale a pena, se a alma não é pequena”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Renata Lima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" padding="3"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uxosc3Zmi6U/Tp9fT_FHB9I/AAAAAAAABfQ/B-ZI61TmOtI/s1600/JanelasAbertasCapa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="164" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uxosc3Zmi6U/Tp9fT_FHB9I/AAAAAAAABfQ/B-ZI61TmOtI/s200/JanelasAbertasCapa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E-ONnLs8ruU/Tp9fTz0-ulI/AAAAAAAABfg/Ba91tEJhKjI/s1600/JanelasAbertas1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E-ONnLs8ruU/Tp9fTz0-ulI/AAAAAAAABfg/Ba91tEJhKjI/s200/JanelasAbertas1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-3648647131883060633?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/3648647131883060633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=3648647131883060633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/3648647131883060633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/3648647131883060633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2011/10/valeu-pena.html' title='Valeu a pena?'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uxosc3Zmi6U/Tp9fT_FHB9I/AAAAAAAABfQ/B-ZI61TmOtI/s72-c/JanelasAbertasCapa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-2134103677950126817</id><published>2011-09-26T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T00:16:12.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O amor em nosso mundo</title><content type='html'>Meu mundo faz parte do seu mundo...&lt;br /&gt;Há o momento em que nosso mundo se junta&lt;br /&gt;e se torna tao unico que a unidade&lt;br /&gt;se desdobra em dois mundos&lt;br /&gt;tao unicos como cada um de nós&lt;br /&gt;perfeitamente juntos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor faz loucuras&lt;br /&gt;O amor fala com emoções&lt;br /&gt;sem palavras, com palavras.&lt;br /&gt;O amor nao pede permissão,&lt;br /&gt;apenas entra com intensidade&lt;br /&gt;e abala cada parte do nosso ser.&lt;br /&gt;Amor nao se explica. Se expressa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo se dissolve em tudo de bom&lt;br /&gt;que agente imaginou;&lt;br /&gt;voce faz parte da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;tanto quanto eu faço parte da sua.&lt;br /&gt;Uma unidade infinita, &lt;br /&gt;que falta palavras, mas que exige&lt;br /&gt;demasiada ação.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-2134103677950126817?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/2134103677950126817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=2134103677950126817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/2134103677950126817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/2134103677950126817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-amor-em-nosso-mundo.html' title='O amor em nosso mundo'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-6328536625793364579</id><published>2011-08-11T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T12:08:30.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O que somos</title><content type='html'>Poderia o mundo entender&lt;br /&gt;aquilo que somente por dentro conseguimos perceber?&lt;br /&gt;Poderia a vida estar envolvida com outra vida&lt;br /&gt;e ser vivida da forma que for melhor&lt;br /&gt;para ambas as vidas?&lt;br /&gt;Poderia o amor ser mais simples do&lt;br /&gt;que a forma que o projetamos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a poesia toque o coração&lt;br /&gt;daqueles que ela alcança...&lt;br /&gt;Que a nossa forma de ver o mundo seja &lt;br /&gt;individual porem considerando o todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que queremos vencer e descobrir dentro de nós mesmos?&lt;br /&gt;Quais são as descobertas a serem feitas que a alma &lt;br /&gt;tanto insiste em querer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sejamos nós, nós mesmos, dessa pura forma...&lt;br /&gt;Que queiramos o que podemos ter...&lt;br /&gt;E o que parece difícil, se possivel ter, então&lt;br /&gt;que encontremos formas de conquista-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos quem somos, &lt;br /&gt;esse ser incrível&lt;br /&gt;disposto a viver, a explorar,&lt;br /&gt;a ser parte do mundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somente o que somos &lt;br /&gt;podemos oferecer ao mundo...&lt;br /&gt;Somente o que reconhecemos &lt;br /&gt;podemos viver e apreciar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-6328536625793364579?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/6328536625793364579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=6328536625793364579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/6328536625793364579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/6328536625793364579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-que-somos.html' title='O que somos'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-6111979326363908640</id><published>2011-07-20T22:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T22:26:44.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What if perfection is just a word... perhaps we can better embrace who we are and be happy working on our endless imperfections...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-6111979326363908640?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/6111979326363908640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=6111979326363908640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/6111979326363908640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/6111979326363908640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-if-perfection-is-just-word.html' title=''/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-3945613976246946310</id><published>2011-07-10T18:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T18:12:50.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quem disse que sonho nao é real?&lt;br /&gt;Quem disse que poesia nao é história?&lt;br /&gt;Cada mundo a seu modo, cada pessoa do seu jeito.&lt;br /&gt;Somos essa indefinição definida por ela mesma.&lt;br /&gt;Somos a marca que deixamos.&lt;br /&gt;Somos o que gostamos de fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Somos a pureza do ser se manisfestando por um corpo limitado.&lt;br /&gt;Somos o mundo expressado pela nossa forma de ver a vida.&lt;br /&gt;Somos parte do caminho deixado para trás e parte da estrada que ainda percorremos.&lt;br /&gt;Nossas idéias aceitas ou nao, existem. São parte do que somos.&lt;br /&gt;Mundo real, cheio de ilusões.&lt;br /&gt;Mundo de ilusões, alternativas do mundo real.&lt;br /&gt;Se entrelaçam, se conectam, se manifestam na intensidade da nossa crença.&lt;br /&gt;Assim vivemos; unidos ou sozinhos, aqui e lá.&lt;br /&gt;Entre a verdade e a mentira; entre o ideal e o real; entre o corpo e a mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-3945613976246946310?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/3945613976246946310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=3945613976246946310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/3945613976246946310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/3945613976246946310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2011/07/quem-disse-que-sonho-nao-e-real-quem.html' title=''/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-124922538721204582</id><published>2011-06-15T09:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T00:12:31.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu lembro de onde vim, eu sei onde eu estou, mas não tenho certeza pra onde vou... Em cada encontro, em cada sonho, em cada experiência, a vida se transforma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember where I came from, I know where I am, but I am not sure where I am going... In every encounter, in every dream, in every experience, life transforms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-124922538721204582?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/124922538721204582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=124922538721204582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/124922538721204582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/124922538721204582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2011/06/eu-lembro-de-onde-vim-eu-sei-onde-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-6015482359969325096</id><published>2011-05-04T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T00:28:18.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's flame</title><content type='html'>We often get rescued from a moment; a moment of despair or delusion.&lt;br /&gt;We get saved by the infinity that somehow vanishes among the constant changes.&lt;br /&gt;We need words of encouragement. &lt;br /&gt;We seek that in a friend, a lover, a sibling, a teacher, a stranger, a god.&lt;br /&gt;We seek what we haven’t found; we find what we consider meaningful. &lt;br /&gt;We mean what we do, to the things and people we care the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sometimes throws flashbacks at us. &lt;br /&gt;We respond with fear, disgruntlement, joy, perhaps an epiphany…&lt;br /&gt;I wish I remembered what I came here for.&lt;br /&gt;All that purpose might have gotten lost in translation &lt;br /&gt;between this world and that world I came from.&lt;br /&gt;Some are the survivors of this season; &lt;br /&gt;Some are the survivors of this lifetime, &lt;br /&gt;endless until the point that infinity shows us the end.&lt;br /&gt;Resources exploited to their max.&lt;br /&gt;Guarantees limited to their life span.&lt;br /&gt;Acquaintances of the heart;&lt;br /&gt;Discoveries of the soul;&lt;br /&gt;Our own self translates into nothing more than &lt;br /&gt;what we’ve created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture that we painted; The song that we composed;&lt;br /&gt;The poem that we wrote; The lovers that we met;&lt;br /&gt;The photos that we took; The liquor that we shared;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics that we messed up; The problem that we solved;&lt;br /&gt;The people that we loved; The friends that we made;&lt;br /&gt;The fight that we lost; The tears that we shed;&lt;br /&gt;The laughers that gave us joy; The music that we danced;&lt;br /&gt;The chance that we longed for; The self that didn’t give up…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words can perhaps describe a moment, a feeling, a thought.&lt;br /&gt;Passion makes you act. It moves you to be who you want to be.&lt;br /&gt;Passion keeps us alive; &lt;br /&gt;It’s the flame that guides us to eternity &lt;br /&gt;translated into our own lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-6015482359969325096?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/6015482359969325096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=6015482359969325096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/6015482359969325096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/6015482359969325096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2011/05/lifes-flame.html' title='Life&apos;s flame'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-2406554366844159925</id><published>2011-05-03T23:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T23:53:46.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nosso mundo</title><content type='html'>Nosso mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Pequeno mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Tão imaginário e às vezes tão real.&lt;br /&gt;Nossa realidade se mescla com a realidade do mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Que muitas vezes nos confude a mente&lt;br /&gt;Nos distancía do que talvez poderia ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é mística;&lt;br /&gt;Se tentamos compreende-la&lt;br /&gt;Nos perdermos na infinidade &lt;br /&gt;Do possível e do impossível.&lt;br /&gt;Se ignoramos por completo &lt;br /&gt;Seu significado ou propósito&lt;br /&gt;É como se vivessemos por viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela dá voltas.&lt;br /&gt;Nos surpreende.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu acredito no bem.&lt;br /&gt;Acredito na paz.&lt;br /&gt;Acredito na união.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que não compreendamos &lt;br /&gt;Completamente a vida,&lt;br /&gt;Ela se faz melhor&lt;br /&gt;Se a vivemos com paixão&lt;br /&gt;Com gratidão&lt;br /&gt;Com alegria&lt;br /&gt;E damos o nosso melhor&lt;br /&gt;No que quer que façamos.&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-2406554366844159925?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/2406554366844159925/comments/default' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-5536021486898906062</id><published>2011-04-14T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T15:57:04.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida de andante</title><content type='html'>Mundo cão?&lt;br /&gt;Será ou não?&lt;br /&gt;Vida breve,&lt;br /&gt;Vida longa;&lt;br /&gt;Não temos nada a perder,&lt;br /&gt;seja eu, seja você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordamos mais um dia&lt;br /&gt;Queremos paz e alegria&lt;br /&gt;Alguns encontram agonia&lt;br /&gt;Será um mundo de fantasia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já sofri por amor,&lt;br /&gt;separação e dor;&lt;br /&gt;Já causei decepção,&lt;br /&gt;já disse não, e parti um coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já cantei de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Gritei com vontade&lt;br /&gt;Caminhei pela cidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criamos a causa do efeito&lt;br /&gt;mas o destino nem sempre é perfeito&lt;br /&gt;e dá de volta o que foi feito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De algum lugar eu vim&lt;br /&gt;pra algum lugar eu vou&lt;br /&gt;A vida me trouxe aonde estou&lt;br /&gt;Levo comigo o que restou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorei quando meu amor partiu.&lt;br /&gt;Então você chegou e sorriu;&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma vibrou&lt;br /&gt;mas nem todo mundo viu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-5536021486898906062?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/5536021486898906062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=5536021486898906062' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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passo, cada rastro&lt;br /&gt;A impecabilidade do amor&lt;br /&gt;Se torna um eterno fato&lt;br /&gt;Insensato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cada dia renasço, ao pensar em você&lt;br /&gt;Nos laços criados por emoções e momentos&lt;br /&gt;A vida nos apresenta esse estranho sentimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao lembrar da poesia que teus olhos recitam&lt;br /&gt;Meu chão se perde, mas meu caminho se abre&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-7823049052964435475?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/7823049052964435475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=7823049052964435475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;br /&gt;Quem tenta te interpretar &lt;br /&gt;adiciona a própria visão de mundo... &lt;br /&gt;Mas nessa vida tudo pode ser &lt;br /&gt;uma poesia vivida de imensas formas...&lt;br /&gt;ainda que não as entenda &lt;br /&gt;tem que passar por elas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-503997892615536293?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/503997892615536293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=503997892615536293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/503997892615536293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-6886007711413356118?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/6886007711413356118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=6886007711413356118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/6886007711413356118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/6886007711413356118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2011/02/todays-quotes.html' title='Today&apos;s quotes'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-1777322778330668684</id><published>2011-02-08T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T20:45:22.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rastro inato</title><content type='html'>Humanidade do progresso...&lt;br /&gt;Não se contenta com um mero sucesso&lt;br /&gt;Quer o sumo e todo o resto&lt;br /&gt;Avança por descobertas e protestos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser humano do coração valente&lt;br /&gt;Luta com denodo para ser imponente&lt;br /&gt;Ser humando do coraçao carente&lt;br /&gt;Luta por amor para se tornar contente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida insana num mundo insensato&lt;br /&gt;Ame quem eres, por hoje seja grato&lt;br /&gt;Tudo pode ser incerto, mas sua existência é um fato&lt;br /&gt;Faça o bem, por onde passe deixe seu rastro inato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-1777322778330668684?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/1777322778330668684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=1777322778330668684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/1777322778330668684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/1777322778330668684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2011/02/rastro-inato.html' title='Rastro inato'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-5574007317739734349</id><published>2011-02-02T16:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T16:40:40.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sua marca</title><content type='html'>Sim, tudo passa...&lt;br /&gt;A vida traz tristeza e traz graça...&lt;br /&gt;O que para uns é benção, para outros é desgraça...&lt;br /&gt;Não passe por aqui e nada faça.&lt;br /&gt;Deixe sua marca, e se necessário, renasça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-5574007317739734349?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/5574007317739734349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=5574007317739734349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/5574007317739734349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/5574007317739734349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2011/02/sua-marca.html' title='Sua marca'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-4809209070745232665</id><published>2011-02-02T16:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T16:39:15.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumos</title><content type='html'>O que seria a vida sem o soprar do vento que muda os rumos?&lt;br /&gt;O que seria de nós, raça humana, sem a vontade de buscar o novo?&lt;br /&gt;O vento nos levará... para um destino modificado, desalinhado... &lt;br /&gt;E assim será.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-4809209070745232665?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/4809209070745232665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=4809209070745232665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/4809209070745232665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/4809209070745232665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2011/02/rumos.html' title='Rumos'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-8130103242646190672</id><published>2010-12-21T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T11:20:29.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The chance we are longing for...</title><content type='html'>What do you really long for?&lt;br /&gt;What people want deeply is more than what they usually get under the Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;Our innermost desire, passion, dreams...&lt;br /&gt;Are they anywhere near to be found?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they so deeply buried inside that perhaps we can't reach them easily?&lt;br /&gt;Are we waiting for the day that those dreams will miraculously happen?&lt;br /&gt;Are we driven by our passions? Or are we letting age make them fade away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age can transform us.&lt;br /&gt;As years go by, we either learn how to continuously fight for what we want/believe&lt;br /&gt;or we lose hope choosing to think that things don't stand a chance of getting better.&lt;br /&gt;Or some of us just take life as it is, no big expectations, simply living one day at a time,&lt;br /&gt;and just grateful for one more day in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many different ways to look at life. Different perspectives, different point of views.&lt;br /&gt;But perhaps everyone strives for something. Either something they believe in for themselves, or something for others.&lt;br /&gt;There is a flame, no matter how small, that drives each one of us, to get out of bed everyday and hope for moments in this life that would make us thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does New Years change the fact that we are who we are ?&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they just milestones in life? &lt;br /&gt;Are they the chances that we give ourselves to get better, to achieve old goals and to set new ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at any point in time, who are we?&lt;br /&gt;Are we made of our dreams? Are we what we conquered?&lt;br /&gt;Are we who we believe we are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question that so many had tried to answer, and perhaps they had. &lt;br /&gt;So why do we still question it?&lt;br /&gt;The flame that is lit up inside wants to drive you to find it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Is not about what others tell you what life is, it's about how your discover and create it for yourself and the ones that surround you.&lt;br /&gt;Is about being the unique you in this world.&lt;br /&gt;That's what brings value to life. &lt;br /&gt;The contributions you make, the gestures, the attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday you have your chance&lt;br /&gt;to live up to what you believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-8130103242646190672?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/8130103242646190672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=8130103242646190672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/8130103242646190672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/8130103242646190672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2010/12/chance-we-are-longing-for.html' title='The chance we are longing for...'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-623173086254922917</id><published>2010-12-04T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T12:20:53.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De tanto...</title><content type='html'>De tanto rir agente chora&lt;br /&gt;De tanto chorar agente canta&lt;br /&gt;De tanto amar agente se perde&lt;br /&gt;De tanto sofrer agente cresce&lt;br /&gt;De tanto se calar agente se oculta&lt;br /&gt;De tanto fingir agente se engana&lt;br /&gt;De tanto querer agente se cobra&lt;br /&gt;De tanto se afastar agente adormece&lt;br /&gt;De tanto nao-ser, agente padece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tanto te amar, te perdi&lt;br /&gt;De tanto te perder, me perdi&lt;br /&gt;Nao te esqueci...&lt;br /&gt;Mas me encontrei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos a razao do nosso ser&lt;br /&gt;Somos a inexplicacao da vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-623173086254922917?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/623173086254922917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=623173086254922917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/623173086254922917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/623173086254922917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2010/12/de-tanto.html' title='De tanto...'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-3279811824950095228</id><published>2010-11-22T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T21:20:30.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special people</title><content type='html'>The moments we share with the people we love are unique and special.&lt;br /&gt;They are the fuel to our lives...&lt;br /&gt;The energy booster to our routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-3279811824950095228?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-4727459855282827858</id><published>2010-11-18T00:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T00:23:27.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agente...</title><content type='html'>Uma especie de tomada de consciencia...&lt;br /&gt;Algo que talvez nao se consiga descrever claramente&lt;br /&gt;mas é subjetivo e perceptivel pelo seu ser interior.&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos, vontades, ilusoes, paixoes, decepções.&lt;br /&gt;Assim vivemos nós, seres humanos.&lt;br /&gt;Somos tão racionais que as vezes nao aceitamos nossos proprios sentimentos porque os questionamos.&lt;br /&gt;Queremos ser demais. As vezes queremos ser de menos.&lt;br /&gt;Esquecemos quem somos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos a experiencia da emoção.&lt;br /&gt;Somos a razao que precisa ser vivida.&lt;br /&gt;Somos tão intensos que nos perdemos na magnitude de todo o ser.&lt;br /&gt;Seres humanos, querendo ser amados, querendo amar.&lt;br /&gt;Querendo paz, querendo sucesso, querendo saude, querendo felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Queremos viver até morrer, e na verdade a maioria de nós não quer morrer...&lt;br /&gt;Queremos ultrapassar o que a natureza reservou.&lt;br /&gt;Queremos avancar alem da coragem alheia...&lt;br /&gt;Queremos um mundo que achamos ser perfeito até que esse mundo se materialize,&lt;br /&gt;entao percebemos que ele tambem não é perfeito... E dai queremos mais.&lt;br /&gt;Por que?&lt;br /&gt;Essa palavra é tão irracional...&lt;br /&gt;Porque não existe.&lt;br /&gt;Porque não se explica...&lt;br /&gt;Porque simplemente se vive.&lt;br /&gt;Porque agente está aqui, agente nasce, agente cresce, agente sofre, agente ama, agente busca, agente questiona...&lt;br /&gt;E vai ser assim enquanto formos, seres humanos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-4727459855282827858?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/4727459855282827858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=4727459855282827858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/4727459855282827858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/4727459855282827858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2010/11/agente.html' title='Agente...'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-6961678028699361056</id><published>2010-10-25T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T13:25:06.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trespassing...</title><content type='html'>Lost in the innocence. Indulged by the beauty that trespasses the eyes and reaches the soul.&lt;br /&gt;Securely engaged in the feelings of wondering, despite all illusion and uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;Lives that entangle, and undisciplined minds that strive to see beyond of what's been shown by the other being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sigh...&lt;br /&gt;A thought...&lt;br /&gt;An emotion...peaceful at heart, questionable in the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-6961678028699361056?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/6961678028699361056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=6961678028699361056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/6961678028699361056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/6961678028699361056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2010/10/trespassing.html' title='Trespassing...'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-9848311380766543</id><published>2010-09-13T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T15:07:26.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Samba da benção</title><content type='html'>I love this old brazilian song by Vinicius de Moraes, recorded by several other artists, such as Bebel Gilberto, Sergio Mendes, Toquinho...&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics are beautiful... I sing it during sad moments which helps me to feel hopeful; I sing during happy moments, which makes me feel alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samba da benção&lt;br /&gt;(Vinícius de Moraes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É melhor ser alegre que ser triste&lt;br /&gt;Alegria é a melhor coisa que existe&lt;br /&gt;É assim como a luz no coração&lt;br /&gt;Mas pra fazer um samba com beleza&lt;br /&gt;É preciso um bocado de tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Senão não se faz um samba, não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazer samba não é contar piada&lt;br /&gt;Quem faz samba assim não é de nada&lt;br /&gt;O bom samba é uma forma de oração&lt;br /&gt;Porque o samba é a tristeza que balança&lt;br /&gt;E a tristeza tem sempre uma esperança &lt;br /&gt;De um dia não ser mais triste não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponha um pouco de amor numa cadência&lt;br /&gt;E vai ver que ninguém no mundo vence&lt;br /&gt;A beleza que tem um samba não&lt;br /&gt;Porque o samba nasceu lá na Bahia&lt;br /&gt;E se hoje ele é branco na poesia&lt;br /&gt;Se hoje ele é branco na poesia&lt;br /&gt;Ele é negro demais no coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch Video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n2cLujXmyDc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n2cLujXmyDc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-9848311380766543?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/9848311380766543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=9848311380766543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/9848311380766543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/9848311380766543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2010/09/samba-da-bencao.html' title='Samba da benção'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-5477401319731768815</id><published>2010-09-10T00:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T12:06:29.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life transforms...</title><content type='html'>Life is so deep...&lt;br /&gt;And at the same time...it's so simple.&lt;br /&gt;The truth, sometimes, is that we don't want to say the truth, &lt;br /&gt;neither hear the truth.&lt;br /&gt;But it's part of us... &lt;br /&gt;we can deny it, &lt;br /&gt;but we can't completely avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are here...&lt;br /&gt;somewhere that we chose to be (consciously or unconsciously)&lt;br /&gt;The moments we live simply go by, &lt;br /&gt;whether we consider them good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing stays the same forever.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing lasts... Nothing dies... &lt;br /&gt;Everything transforms.&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-5477401319731768815?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/5477401319731768815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=5477401319731768815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/5477401319731768815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/5477401319731768815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2010/09/life-transforms.html' title='Life transforms...'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-3737675816058664078</id><published>2010-08-24T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T02:44:37.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It makes me wonder...</title><content type='html'>It makes me wonder...&lt;br /&gt;The fears we have&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts we nurture&lt;br /&gt;The love we share&lt;br /&gt;The anger in any culture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder...&lt;br /&gt;The limit of the sky&lt;br /&gt;The depth of the sea&lt;br /&gt;The honey from the bees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder...&lt;br /&gt;The lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;The insipid fights&lt;br /&gt;The happy days&lt;br /&gt;The lover that strays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday you meet yourself again&lt;br /&gt;You can hear the wind that blows&lt;br /&gt;You can breath the air that flows&lt;br /&gt;You can be out of control&lt;br /&gt;You can allow yourself to grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder...&lt;br /&gt;That we are the way we are&lt;br /&gt;So we can learn from our mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Accept the truth we have to face&lt;br /&gt;And make the world a better place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-3737675816058664078?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/3737675816058664078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=3737675816058664078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/3737675816058664078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/3737675816058664078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-makes-me-wonder.html' title='It makes me wonder...'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-4026032767926283652</id><published>2010-08-17T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T16:18:18.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caminhos</title><content type='html'>(Poem written in portuguese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero viajar,&lt;br /&gt;Sair desse lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Quero me recriar,&lt;br /&gt;E assim me reencontrar.&lt;br /&gt;Fazer do sol&lt;br /&gt;o meu faról.&lt;br /&gt;Da lua,&lt;br /&gt;minha luz de rua...&lt;br /&gt;Mas se aqui, agora, preciso estar,&lt;br /&gt;então que cedo ou tarde eu possa,&lt;br /&gt;outros caminhos (por aí afora) conquistar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-4026032767926283652?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/4026032767926283652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=4026032767926283652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/4026032767926283652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/4026032767926283652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2010/08/caminhos.html' title='Caminhos'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-1318200872025554399</id><published>2010-08-12T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T16:16:18.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Construindo o amanhã</title><content type='html'>(Poem written in portuguese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos nós, separados por uma distância, &lt;br /&gt;que por vezes se faz perder a esperança...&lt;br /&gt;Mas nimguém sabe ao certo se essa distância sempre existirá.&lt;br /&gt;Ligados na vida... em busca de mudanças,&lt;br /&gt;Quem disse que a desilusão não passará?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que existe, será levado pelo vento, para aqui e para lá.&lt;br /&gt;Com o meu hoje eu construo o amanhã... &lt;br /&gt;Por vias que por aí se vão, estamos a caminhar.&lt;br /&gt;E meu olhar reflete a canção que meu coracão se põe a cantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse caminho deixamos marcas,&lt;br /&gt;Sem a certeza de quem iremos agradar;&lt;br /&gt;Mas arrepender-se é um erro, &lt;br /&gt;Todavia trabalhemos, naquilo que podemos melhorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-1318200872025554399?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/1318200872025554399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=1318200872025554399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/1318200872025554399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/1318200872025554399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2010/08/construindo-o-amanha.html' title='Construindo o amanhã'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-8980549402761554392</id><published>2010-07-11T10:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T10:08:17.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Longing...</title><content type='html'>I am longing for the day that my dreams will realize what I never realized without a dream.&lt;br /&gt;I am longing for that something that I don't yet recognize as existent.&lt;br /&gt;Living as if tomorrow is just another day that will arrive and it will be ok.&lt;br /&gt;Living as if today was simple and great, or just simple and not so great, but it's simply today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-8980549402761554392?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/8980549402761554392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=8980549402761554392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/8980549402761554392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/8980549402761554392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2010/07/longing.html' title='Longing...'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-8582153749663571038</id><published>2010-04-13T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T10:01:16.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life: a fate that we are allowed to change...</title><content type='html'>Life is so abstract, there is no unique definition...&lt;br /&gt;Each one of us has its own concept of what it is, of what it is not, or what it should be.&lt;br /&gt;We express our emotions and thoughts in our daily lives, by either words or action, or simply keeping them as thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I look at my life and realize I can't change the past. Not even God can.&lt;br /&gt;The present can bring tough situations, but it also can bring joy.&lt;br /&gt;The present is constant...it is always in the moment. Nevertheless, what happens in the present moment is not constant, therefore life progresses...&lt;br /&gt;We blunder by clinging to our deepest feelings...Excess of attachment can lead to woes.&lt;br /&gt;Our actions and atitute tremendously affect our surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;In the ups and downs, we make mistakes, we upset others and ourselves, but we are also capable of bringing joy to so many. This joy shows us who we really are, and give us the evidence that by what we choose to do we can transform pain in peace of mind or some relief for the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We as humans, experience life in inumerous ways. There are so many ways to live.&lt;br /&gt;But we discover new ways inevitably by going through life, and through all the incidents that show us different possibilities, personalities, emotions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can thrive as we allow that choice to be part of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps forgive what caused distress and sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps find novelties that awakens new interests.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps make peace with who we are, and not waste time on things that not longer matter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in spiritual connections... I believe encounters are not a matter of random fate... &lt;br /&gt;At times we have to let life be and find its own course... &lt;br /&gt;And at times we have to take charge and guide this life to the direction we want it to go...&lt;br /&gt;With health and peace of mind, we are free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-8582153749663571038?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/8582153749663571038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=8582153749663571038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/8582153749663571038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/8582153749663571038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-attached-neither-completely-parted.html' title='Life: a fate that we are allowed to change...'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-4561421907477634297</id><published>2010-01-29T10:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T10:21:38.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today is a new day. What happened yesterday, last month, last year, it's already a past. &lt;br /&gt;Remember your accomplishments and find strength to keep moving forward. Remember your faults only to learn from them and to assess yourself looking for improvement.&lt;br /&gt;We live in a materialist society. It's all about having. But life is more than just that. Material things come and go. We need money to survive, but we also need love, understanding, respect, honesty, and more than anything we need to be ourselves, believe in ourselves and don't easily give up on the things that matter to us.&lt;br /&gt;There will be days that we feel blue and life will seem hard. But there will also be days of joy. Who said the road, to get where you want to be, was going to be smooth?&lt;br /&gt;Life is in constant change. Make peace with yourself today and keep your head up. Action is important, and things will adjust with time...&lt;br /&gt;Life is happening, today.&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-4561421907477634297?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/4561421907477634297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=4561421907477634297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/4561421907477634297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/4561421907477634297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2010/01/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-162901747122606092</id><published>2009-12-31T00:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T00:59:12.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2010</title><content type='html'>It’s great that at the end of the Year most people seem to get in the Holiday Spirit, caring and giving. But that feeling shouldn’t be just seasonal, considering we are human beings with an eternal ambition to grow and learn.&lt;br /&gt;What determines what we are going to accomplish is our attitude and how we carry out our daily lives, year-round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As human beings, we are not perfect. We all have sins, faults, and vices. We have judged and were judged. We have hurt others and got hurt. We have been unfair and met people that were unfair to us.&lt;br /&gt;And that most likely is not going to change in the new year that is about to start.&lt;br /&gt;People will still be people, with all their different traits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think the good news is that as humans we can think and we can learn from past mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;We can have the will and the power to get better, and it’s a choice.&lt;br /&gt;Life has no recipe. At some point, you can look back and feel proud of your story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships can be improved. If some of them don’t work, we may have to move on. Too much expectations lead to frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you didn’t get the money you wanted, a friend disappointed you, a lover is gone, you lost your job… &lt;br /&gt;It happens. &lt;br /&gt;Life is challenging… it’s surprising. Nature will give and take whenever it has to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I wish to all of us in 2010 (and the upcoming years) is wisdom, hope, laughers, friendships, health, respect…less fear and more strength, less worry and more action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that we are able to learn a bit more about transforming our painful experiences into positive lessons; &lt;br /&gt;that we are able to laugh at ourselves when we do something stupidly silly; &lt;br /&gt;that we are able to ask for forgiveness when we know we are wrong; &lt;br /&gt;that we are able to cry out our sadness and solitude because that is part of being human;&lt;br /&gt;that we are able to participate more in the lives of the ones we love, while they are still around;&lt;br /&gt;that we able to create and be the person that makes ourselves proud, even if that takes many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all up to us.&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-162901747122606092?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/162901747122606092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=162901747122606092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/162901747122606092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/162901747122606092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-last-poem-of-2009-happy-2010.html' title='Happy 2010'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-1814169808106888697</id><published>2009-12-22T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T16:20:28.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas/New Year Video-Message</title><content type='html'>English version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EBSu3WEUr80&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EBSu3WEUr80&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Versão em Português:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cWf_9EZ7tnw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cWf_9EZ7tnw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-1814169808106888697?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/1814169808106888697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=1814169808106888697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/1814169808106888697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/1814169808106888697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2009/12/feliz-2010-happy-2010.html' title='Xmas/New Year Video-Message'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-2923683616592546663</id><published>2009-12-04T01:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T21:47:17.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My dreams are talking to me</title><content type='html'>I am in another country...living, temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;I watch this culture, this city, the people, their art, their architecture, their behavior...&lt;br /&gt;What drives them? It doesn't matter right now.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it matters what drives me, in this new place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams are talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;They show me things that are supposedly true, but in denial.&lt;br /&gt;This is real, but sometimes it feels surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I notice, everywhere I go,&lt;br /&gt;There are people out there working to change the world.&lt;br /&gt;There are people out there that don't give a darn about anything, but only what they can gain from every situation.&lt;br /&gt;There are people out there that are just living their daily lives, simply, no big intensions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams are still talking to me, day and night.&lt;br /&gt;They dig my mind. They are showing me a reality I didn't want to see.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to know what I don’t want to know?&lt;br /&gt;It's my life. I don't need to be somewhere because others are there.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need to do anything. I can be me anywhere, with anyone, and just hope I am in the right track for whatever I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a world full of art. It’s a world full of people giving love.&lt;br /&gt;The more I see, the more I see there are more to see.&lt;br /&gt;No experience is comparable, just different.&lt;br /&gt;My heart aches in this world.&lt;br /&gt;There are things I miss and long for.&lt;br /&gt;There are things I no longer want because they slowed me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My acceptance of reality is sometimes little.&lt;br /&gt;But my dreams keep talking to me, talking to me…&lt;br /&gt;And the fields in this place seem endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima  (England, September 2009)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-2923683616592546663?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/2923683616592546663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=2923683616592546663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/2923683616592546663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/2923683616592546663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-dreams-are-talking-to-me.html' title='My dreams are talking to me'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-5423301065998202613</id><published>2009-10-09T11:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T14:44:07.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let your imagination be free...</title><content type='html'>When everything you got blends with what you see...&lt;br /&gt;and the routine collides with what you believe in,&lt;br /&gt;you emerge from yourself...&lt;br /&gt;and there is no search... just findings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The findings could be surprising, extreme, blend, insipid, even blind at first...&lt;br /&gt;The comments could be defective...&lt;br /&gt;Irrelevant to the media, to the crowd that was not supportive…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You play at your own rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;the rhythm that fits you best... in your unplanned infinity that gives you lifetime tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the unnecessary behind... &lt;br /&gt;You find new paths...&lt;br /&gt;In your own quest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't lie, neither deny...that I love to see what makes my eyes blind...&lt;br /&gt;Luring what is high above… so high…that it gets close to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invade controversy&lt;br /&gt;without courtesy&lt;br /&gt;if it has what you need to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dive into the deep sea…&lt;br /&gt;Fly as a lonely bee… or whatever you need to be…&lt;br /&gt;Let your imagination be free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-5423301065998202613?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/5423301065998202613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=5423301065998202613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/5423301065998202613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/5423301065998202613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2009/10/let-your-imagination-be-free.html' title='Let your imagination be free...'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-384185177599914483</id><published>2009-09-03T18:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T10:47:42.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This moment is in a bubble</title><content type='html'>This moment is in a bubble...&lt;br /&gt;Looking from a distance, moment after moment will look like a bunch of bubbles together.&lt;br /&gt;They make different shapes, have different sizes.&lt;br /&gt;These bubbles could set us free to an infinite space or lock us in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hearing stories, life facts, sad news, good news. Bubbles after bubbles, new ones, old ones...&lt;br /&gt;About people that are leaving, people that are breaking up, people that passed away...people that got a new job, people that lost their job, people looking for a job, people going back to school, people getting married, people travelling, people being successful, people trying to figure out what to do next.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody is looking for something.&lt;br /&gt;We are all part of the same "play". The stories and actors are different, but the stage is the same for all... We are all here on Earth, lost kids, looking forward to grow up, looking forward to play, dance, feel, laugh, cry, love, be loved, and just be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all subject to the laws of life that we have no control of.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what we do, all actions have consequences. The laws are the same for all.&lt;br /&gt;One day we are so happy, enjoying ourselves with others, enjoying the choices we made...&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly something happens that makes us feel like a train wreck.&lt;br /&gt;We are all humans. We love, we feel angry, we feel sad, we feel happy, we celebrate, we curse...&lt;br /&gt;We deny, we accept, we lose, we win, we learn, we fall, we get up, we go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am feeling lighthearted.&lt;br /&gt;I am at peace, in this bubble I am in, at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have created an utopian world in my mind... and it's full of bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;Reality doesn't exist, because it's very different for everyone. So we all have our own worlds.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we think we are so cool...or so pathetic... but we are none of that.&lt;br /&gt;We are just actors, acting on the stage of life.&lt;br /&gt;The play ends for everyone, eventually.&lt;br /&gt;So why can’t we make life easier for each other since we all have to be here?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we choose to learn the hard way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these bubbles we sometimes isolate ourselves from other beings. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we bring other beings inside and let them be part of it.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes bubbles merge and become one.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they fly away…and never come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may try to figure out life, but we can just wonder about what it is.&lt;br /&gt;Breath, take chances, share affection, learn to respect (in some cases, this may be a tough one).&lt;br /&gt;Cry if you have to, if you can’t hold it inside.&lt;br /&gt;Laugh in every chance you get.&lt;br /&gt;Speak up. Let people know how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;Help if you can.&lt;br /&gt;Call someone you love and you haven’t spoken to in a long while.&lt;br /&gt;Curse if it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Leave if you feel stuck where you are at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is about being present. Life is about discovering.&lt;br /&gt;Life is about letting go certain things and holding on to others.&lt;br /&gt;People think differently. People live different lives.&lt;br /&gt;People will suffer, people will feel joy.&lt;br /&gt;The bubbles we create and dwell in are our lives.&lt;br /&gt;This moment is in a bubble.&lt;br /&gt;Let’s all fly away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Renata lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-384185177599914483?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/384185177599914483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=384185177599914483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/384185177599914483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/384185177599914483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-moment-is-in-bubble.html' title='This moment is in a bubble'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-3983091698843878640</id><published>2009-08-26T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:49:15.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New destinations</title><content type='html'>The new destination is near…&lt;br /&gt;Who could have guessed…where, and when…&lt;br /&gt;Often life presents us with choices, a way to allow us to create our story.&lt;br /&gt;So much happens in the course of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Transformations of the soul, of our surroundings, of the environment, of the people we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day we wake up and make a decision.&lt;br /&gt;That decision is going to create a whole new phenomena thread in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Some consequences of our decisions are easy to deal with, some will bring tough days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is simply one thing after another.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not just a struggle; it’s not just happy moments either.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a mystery we cannot explain; we just have to live it.&lt;br /&gt;We sometimes feel scared and small, sometimes invincible and strong.&lt;br /&gt;Can we discover a new beauty everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances come and go.&lt;br /&gt;Desires come and go.&lt;br /&gt;Goals and views change.&lt;br /&gt;The day and the night are always here, everyday. &lt;br /&gt;And what happens in between determines a lot of who we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am leaving a lot behind, moving towards a new adventure, a new journey. Endless journey?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am lucky to have that choice and possibility.&lt;br /&gt;I could stop if I want to, when I am ready; when it’s no longer so important to go.&lt;br /&gt;Until then I will be searching, not for happiness, just for what life has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;Day and night will be there, wherever I go. And it will be there wherever my loved ones are.&lt;br /&gt;They will be in my mind, in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Distance makes us realize so much about others and ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;And no matter what happens on the way, if we can find a reason to smile and something to be grateful for, then every step we take will be worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing is for sure, regardless of what we do with our lives… none of us will get out of it alive.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to yesterday, today and tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-3983091698843878640?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/3983091698843878640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=3983091698843878640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/3983091698843878640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/3983091698843878640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-destinations.html' title='New destinations'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-2186985515422728584</id><published>2009-08-22T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T23:53:41.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons to be learned...</title><content type='html'>We sometimes may be unfairly judged by the people we love, when we express to them how we feel, in a moment of weakness, of pain or madness.&lt;br /&gt;Little disputes can ruin great relationships.&lt;br /&gt;Harsh words can hurt others, although sometimes they need to be said.&lt;br /&gt;But we also need to reflect upon ourselves and realize our mistakes, and try to make a change, even if it’s small. Maybe that would help us see things in a different perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change takes time. It takes effort. It takes encouragement. It may take pain.&lt;br /&gt;And I am learning that pain can be transformed in something good, positive, with time.&lt;br /&gt;Pain could be a sign that something in our lives is out of balance, and it’s a chance to adjust our behavior, our thoughts, our feelings and go in another direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something goes down, it’s usually not just one person’s fault.&lt;br /&gt;If we are able to realize that we are also wrong, we can change our attitude.&lt;br /&gt;If the other person will do the same, it’s no longer up to us to control or judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As humans, we sometimes get hurt by someone we love.&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving could be a challenge, that we have to try, until we let go...&lt;br /&gt;We can try to transform that negative feeling into a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;A lesson that certain things won’t happen the way we wanted when we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens in God’s time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience is a virtue some people have, I am still working on mine, and I feel blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-2186985515422728584?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/2186985515422728584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=2186985515422728584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/2186985515422728584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/2186985515422728584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2009/08/nails-in-fence.html' title='Lessons to be learned...'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-4145204335744399184</id><published>2009-08-11T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T10:10:25.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is simple...Humans are complex...</title><content type='html'>Don’t let the sun that hits your window&lt;br /&gt;be just a light…&lt;br /&gt;when it can also be the warmness that comforts your day.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let the rain that sprinkles your window&lt;br /&gt;be just drops of water…&lt;br /&gt;when it can be the comfort to wash fears and that brings &lt;br /&gt;hope for a brighter day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let the harsh words spoken to you&lt;br /&gt;be the cause of disillusion, confusion…&lt;br /&gt;Take them as signs that life is not always the way&lt;br /&gt;you see it, and that you can always learn from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are just humans trying to live their lives,&lt;br /&gt;the way they know, the way they choose…&lt;br /&gt;For every choice there are consequences,&lt;br /&gt;regardless…&lt;br /&gt;For every dream there are chances,&lt;br /&gt;successes, failures…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality happens… all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Reality isn’t always true…&lt;br /&gt;Reality could be just a temporary dream.&lt;br /&gt;Reality is what is happening… not always real, but not always surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your alter-ego may try to be you… &lt;br /&gt;It may appear sometimes…&lt;br /&gt;it may respond, it may never happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What people never say could be true…&lt;br /&gt;What people say may be missing the truth…&lt;br /&gt;What people burble may be a defense…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things that don’t make sense&lt;br /&gt;may be full of pretense…&lt;br /&gt;Or just not understandable at our present level,&lt;br /&gt;covered in shadow…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps hope was created by humans...&lt;br /&gt;As a way to believe that life could get better,&lt;br /&gt;for the things that matter…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live because you want to live.&lt;br /&gt;You seek fun because it makes life easier, enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;You avoid pain because it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;You want more money because you think it somehow brings happiness.&lt;br /&gt;You eat because you feel hungry.&lt;br /&gt;You dream because you are human, and humans always try to go beyond the status quo. Humans are curious. Humans are mean. Humans are good.&lt;br /&gt;Humans are a complex creation that seeks domination of the Universe.&lt;br /&gt;Humans are lame. Humans are wise.&lt;br /&gt;Humans avoid what they cannot recognize.&lt;br /&gt;They fight for dreams they want to realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings are a myriad of emotions given to us, so we can deal with them.&lt;br /&gt;Emotions are triggered by thoughts, visions, sensations, situations…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complexity is… part of us.&lt;br /&gt;Simplicity is… part of life. &lt;br /&gt;Life and us… so apart?&lt;br /&gt;I was told that life is art…&lt;br /&gt;Art is simple, it’s from the heart… &lt;br /&gt;Humans can create art…&lt;br /&gt;Therefore somehow, possibly, it all could be simple&lt;br /&gt;within the complexity we cannot change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-4145204335744399184?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/4145204335744399184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=4145204335744399184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/4145204335744399184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/4145204335744399184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-is-simplehumans-are-complex.html' title='Life is simple...Humans are complex...'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-2691686876216663419</id><published>2009-07-16T00:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T00:52:14.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Practicing life</title><content type='html'>Another day…&lt;br /&gt;You wake up…you live the day…&lt;br /&gt;You eat, work, think, make love, &lt;br /&gt;talk, laugh, read, dance, sing, pray…&lt;br /&gt;You may travel, you may stay…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have it all, right before your eyes…&lt;br /&gt;And you are seeking for more…&lt;br /&gt;For the things you can’t (yet) see.&lt;br /&gt;For the things you haven’t (yet) experienced…&lt;br /&gt;Billions of people in this world, living different lives&lt;br /&gt;Different dreams, different realities…&lt;br /&gt;some by choice, some by imposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are we with our special missions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We belong where we are allowed to be.&lt;br /&gt;We belong where we feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;We belong where it feels like home.&lt;br /&gt;We belong where the sun shines brighter.&lt;br /&gt;We dare to go where the day meets the night;&lt;br /&gt;Where the wise follows the blind;&lt;br /&gt;Where illusion seeks for light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are what we allowed ourselves to become.&lt;br /&gt;We are what our thoughts created.&lt;br /&gt;We will be the product of a combination of what we do, &lt;br /&gt;what we think, what we believe, what we accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the years go by, we change our dreams, &lt;br /&gt;But we keep on dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;We keep on going after something that matters&lt;br /&gt;for each phase of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;If you are not getting what you want, perhaps someone else is.&lt;br /&gt;Then go fight for what you really want, until is no longer worth the fight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it ends up that many of us don’t know what we really want,&lt;br /&gt;Because we want so much, or so little, sometimes one thing, sometimes another.&lt;br /&gt;Is that immaturity? Or is that human nature just undertaking curiosity?&lt;br /&gt;My personal answer: I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;And I am not really looking for the correct answer.&lt;br /&gt;It’s ok not to know.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it doesn’t really matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What matters is to live now.&lt;br /&gt;It’s to live this unique life that we sometimes throw away&lt;br /&gt;by wasting moments after moments with things that don’t really matter to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting people along the way… that is a curious factor of life…&lt;br /&gt;Among billions of people in this world, we ended up meeting certain people&lt;br /&gt;for many different reasons.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the ones that really matter will stay in our lives…&lt;br /&gt;Some of them will be taken away.&lt;br /&gt;Probably at the right time… and with specific purposes.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we may not pay attention to signs… they are always there.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess some humans find it too mystical. &lt;br /&gt;Not everyone believes on everything. &lt;br /&gt;But it doesn’t mean that what is invisible does not exist.&lt;br /&gt;There is too much information out there… more than we actually need&lt;br /&gt;at some point.&lt;br /&gt;The world is full of theory. People preach, but forget to do it.&lt;br /&gt;I like this quote from Lawrence Peter that says:&lt;br /&gt;“In theory, theory and practice are the same. In practice, they are not.”&lt;br /&gt;Very true…&lt;br /&gt;The stories you don’t live, you won’t have the heart to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy sometimes can make us ponder…&lt;br /&gt;Which is not necessarily bad.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy it…&lt;br /&gt;However, life is not pure philosophy …it couldn’t possibly be.&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise the world wouldn’t have become what it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to end it here…&lt;br /&gt;And continue “practicing” life… :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-2691686876216663419?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/2691686876216663419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=2691686876216663419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/2691686876216663419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/2691686876216663419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2009/07/practicing-life.html' title='Practicing life'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-3226010149267859247</id><published>2009-06-25T01:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T00:48:36.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just a red light...</title><content type='html'>A note... no, that isn't one...&lt;br /&gt;it's a chapter... of a book.&lt;br /&gt;A book that registers life.&lt;br /&gt;My life... with others... with myself.&lt;br /&gt;It's a choice to expose some of it... part of it... not all of it.&lt;br /&gt;You talk to people, you get ideas from what they say,&lt;br /&gt;you relate to some of them...&lt;br /&gt;People come and go, some stay. Some go and come back.&lt;br /&gt;Some people are fun because of what they say or what they do, your brain relates to it...&lt;br /&gt;I could talk about my day... a single day of this life, that is so infinite.&lt;br /&gt;It has ended for some people, and it's still available for others (like us).&lt;br /&gt;We are still here... &lt;br /&gt;I stop at a red light, I watch the people walking by, the cars next to mine,&lt;br /&gt;I stare at the signs, I think, I ponder, I register that moment, because&lt;br /&gt;it triggered thoughts and emotions.&lt;br /&gt;It's just a red light... related to life.&lt;br /&gt;It's when you stop... your chance, for a break, if you haven't &lt;br /&gt;given yourself one.&lt;br /&gt;The heart beats, the blood pumps through your veins...&lt;br /&gt;It's a sign, I am alive.... so much more I can do. And I can choose what to do.&lt;br /&gt;And I will be choosing and chasing, non-stop. Because I know that's what I want to do,&lt;br /&gt;to keep finding reasons to proceed, to be, to make the best out of what is left,&lt;br /&gt;out of what has been created, out of the greatness.... that could only be &lt;br /&gt;recognized when you stop for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;I have lived... I have died. I know I did.&lt;br /&gt;Humans, yes we are. One day we are sad, another day we feel so happy.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we feel wacky, undefined. But that's us. Limited. Pursuing so much&lt;br /&gt;that makes us feel unlimited. And that's ok. Because the simple fact of imagining,&lt;br /&gt;of feeling, of thinking, makes it somehow real.&lt;br /&gt;If I try to run from it, it catches me. If I try to hide, it finds me...&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to make it mine....&lt;br /&gt;When I contemplate my life... I think of it as a story... a tale...&lt;br /&gt;I've came a long way... we all did.&lt;br /&gt;We all had days of sorrows, days of extreme happiness....&lt;br /&gt;we know emotions, we know love, we know pain, we know survival,&lt;br /&gt;we know there is day and there is night...&lt;br /&gt;but we don't understand life itself... and I realize that if all humans&lt;br /&gt;wonder the same thing, then perhaps none of us have to really understand it.&lt;br /&gt;None of us have to look for life's purpose... there isn't a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;Life was given to us, as a gift... we met people along the way...&lt;br /&gt;Some of them became our best friend(s)... some became our lovers...&lt;br /&gt;some became our family... some became history... memories...&lt;br /&gt;I find it all so interesting... I find it all so magic...&lt;br /&gt;We are all getting older... that's a fact... (nobody gets younger)&lt;br /&gt;So why human beings still fight against age? &lt;br /&gt;If you are happy or sad, the world doesn't stop. Everything goes on...&lt;br /&gt;I started to get my own conclusion that happiness is a combination of current&lt;br /&gt;circumstances and the state of mind... (both can be adjusted).&lt;br /&gt;If some of us decide to get married and have kids, that's a way of living...&lt;br /&gt;If some of us decide to be single all whole lives, that's a way of living...&lt;br /&gt;Reality is, no matter what you choose, the world will see, the world will talk about it&lt;br /&gt;the world will try to interfere.&lt;br /&gt;I no longer care for the same things I used to care for...&lt;br /&gt;I no longer have the same concerns and hang ups...&lt;br /&gt;My life was given to me, so I can be me, myself... different than others.&lt;br /&gt;I see reasons to continue... I see a light, and it's not red.&lt;br /&gt;There is something invisible, that I can't explain, and I don't need to...&lt;br /&gt;Everything it's on its way, moving forward....in this never ending world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-3226010149267859247?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/3226010149267859247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=3226010149267859247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/3226010149267859247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/3226010149267859247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-just-red-light-but-its-related-to.html' title='It&apos;s just a red light...'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-3243041125886359348</id><published>2009-06-15T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T15:11:21.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The mind is sleepily blurry...</title><content type='html'>The mind is sleepily blurry so that words won't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;forget about all the sense it has to make because reality is already something&lt;br /&gt;we have to face... and to face it and be able to go on we need imagination&lt;br /&gt;that would take us away from desperation and outburst feelings of liberation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we have thoughts we dislike, is that reality or illusion?&lt;br /&gt;When we think something is fairly unfair against our ego, is it truly unfair or the ego &lt;br /&gt;is being unfair to ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look myself in the mirror I discovered someone that looked so much like me.&lt;br /&gt;We may like what we see, we may not like it so much at times.&lt;br /&gt;Are we looking at our true selves or someone we think we are, that we created&lt;br /&gt;by the blur that obfuscates our minds? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's inevitable to avoid what is meant to happen. We worry anyways. (We shall not, but we do).&lt;br /&gt;If we worry about something we can change or fix, then no point to worry.&lt;br /&gt;If we worry about something we can't change, then worrying is also a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;We all cope with reality in a different way, usually the way the ego tell us to.&lt;br /&gt;The ego that we saw in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;The ego that is inside of ourselves is indeed so much more than we can actually see and expose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common senses are just standards....&lt;br /&gt;created by minds that had a bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;Each one of our worlds is unique... a path to follow, to a direction we choose.&lt;br /&gt;A road leads somewhere...always.&lt;br /&gt;Curvy roads, bumpy roads, smooth roads, scenic roads... it's all out there.&lt;br /&gt;It's all initiated by the person we saw in the mirror....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mind could be awake and sleeply blurry...&lt;br /&gt;That's reality and imagination fighting for their space in our lifes...&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to both!&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to go...reality is calling, &lt;br /&gt;and my imagination said it's ok, as long as I keep imagining &lt;br /&gt;without letting reality rule...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-3243041125886359348?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/3243041125886359348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=3243041125886359348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/3243041125886359348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/3243041125886359348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2009/06/mind-is-sleepily-blurry.html' title='The mind is sleepily blurry...'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-8747794348344089669</id><published>2009-06-02T00:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:16:18.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My dreams are my motivation</title><content type='html'>Love doesn’t need to ask for permission.&lt;br /&gt;But some returns are just fiction.&lt;br /&gt;We get grabbed by thoughts, natural reactions and intuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strip it all in mind,&lt;br /&gt;when it is not restricted&lt;br /&gt;by blurry messages trying to confine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mood may swing&lt;br /&gt;When the day seem to bring&lt;br /&gt;Situations that sting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we gotta be skilled&lt;br /&gt;If we want to make life thrilled&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we gotta be creative…&lt;br /&gt;By letting ourselves be imaginative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creativity doesn’t get delivered without action&lt;br /&gt;Actions without creativity are dull&lt;br /&gt;And of mediocrity this world is already full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everything needs to make sense,&lt;br /&gt;But when it’s politically incorrect &lt;br /&gt;Then I want to think the Un-political is correct&lt;br /&gt;without putting myself in check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stretch my mind&lt;br /&gt;If I feel I am acting blind&lt;br /&gt;But the more you open your mind&lt;br /&gt;The more the world wants to put junk inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was not a rare day&lt;br /&gt;I had directions to obey&lt;br /&gt;And my thoughts wanted to stray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The imagination travels very far&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes I want to reach a star&lt;br /&gt;And my dreams are my motivation,&lt;br /&gt;my fuel to escalation&lt;br /&gt;A boom-boom to gratification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-8747794348344089669?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/8747794348344089669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=8747794348344089669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;which are actually not rare.&lt;br /&gt;they could happen everywhere&lt;br /&gt;and nobody knows, nobody cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to myself for a while&lt;br /&gt;realizing the situation I was in,&lt;br /&gt;and there was nothing in between...&lt;br /&gt;just me, myself and I&lt;br /&gt;and I didn't have to justify&lt;br /&gt;or explain why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't tell you my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;but I tell you they were lots&lt;br /&gt;and if they were bullets or tequila shots&lt;br /&gt;either I would be dead or in deep frost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I say it&lt;br /&gt;Either you get it or you disarray it&lt;br /&gt;And that’s why even myself (sometimes) disobey it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author could be the reader…&lt;br /&gt;Readers not necessarily are the authors&lt;br /&gt;So when I had those thoughts&lt;br /&gt;You were not the reader, either…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in reality it won’t matter&lt;br /&gt;If we want we could make it better&lt;br /&gt;Regrets are like leather &lt;br /&gt;Sex is like the weather&lt;br /&gt;And Love is like feather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infinity is a destiny&lt;br /&gt;deepen into philosophy… &lt;br /&gt;Trust takes time&lt;br /&gt;And when it happens it's sublime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entangled my initial thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Into poetry&lt;br /&gt;And life once again played me… &lt;br /&gt;it's my intricate melody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-1000967456938561432?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/1000967456938561432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=1000967456938561432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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To a world that is far away.</title><content type='html'>I am going to run away. To a world that is far away.&lt;br /&gt;I will escape, before it is too late.&lt;br /&gt;My time is prime, so I have to rhyme&lt;br /&gt;while plotting the main crime.&lt;br /&gt;Life brought me here,&lt;br /&gt;the target seemed so near,&lt;br /&gt;some doubts disappeared,&lt;br /&gt;but some answers may never be clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled, I fell, saw the door to hell.&lt;br /&gt;So I followed the sign,&lt;br /&gt;drank wine, trusted the divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some walls were broken,&lt;br /&gt;Words were spoken,&lt;br /&gt;Lovers were taken.&lt;br /&gt;Adventures were incredible,&lt;br /&gt;Some forgotten, some are memorable.&lt;br /&gt;The bitter end brought an insipid sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Looked for all the help I could borrow.&lt;br /&gt;Believing it would get better, tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in the illicit actions&lt;br /&gt;there was affection,&lt;br /&gt;when there was a connection…&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it could have reached perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the roads ahead become narrow,&lt;br /&gt;We may have to hide behind our own shadow,&lt;br /&gt;But also greatness lies ahead,&lt;br /&gt;in the sky and in bed.&lt;br /&gt;If we don’t give, we don’t get,&lt;br /&gt;If we need it, I hope we can have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a symphony&lt;br /&gt;It needs melody, rhythm, harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And going back to my run-away&lt;br /&gt;I may come back, I may stay.&lt;br /&gt;But the heart, I must follow&lt;br /&gt;Living today, having faith on tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-3607437230426824374?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/3607437230426824374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=3607437230426824374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/3607437230426824374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/3607437230426824374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-going-to-run-away-to-world-that-is.html' title='I am going to run away. To a world that is far away.'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-314667285020692363</id><published>2009-04-16T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T17:47:50.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all in our minds</title><content type='html'>Is it the mind that locks you in the world that you created&lt;br /&gt;Or is it the world that made you lock your mind in your surroundings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are days we take life too serious.&lt;br /&gt;There are days we don’t really give a damn of what people are doing, saying, thinking.&lt;br /&gt;We don’t even care where we are going, we just want to go somewhere, or stay where we are at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merge that thought in your own life style.&lt;br /&gt;The outcome will be amazingly, magically different than any other person that does the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, you wonder, we all wonder.&lt;br /&gt;We don’t wonder at the same rate, same intensity, with the same precision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind I may play Tiesto, you may play Jay-Z, Radiohead, Icetea, wanna-be, all that we let it be.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it’s all in our mind.&lt;br /&gt;The day that starts, goes by, and it ends.&lt;br /&gt;Another day rises, the infinite loops… oh yeah and how it does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of us know so much, so many of us know so little, and it’s all in our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life ain’t so bad.&lt;br /&gt;One day you have what you want, or who you want.&lt;br /&gt;Another day you don’t.&lt;br /&gt;You go down, you go up, you rise, you fall.&lt;br /&gt;We are queens, kings, slaves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our resistance will only last as long as it lasts in our minds.&lt;br /&gt;The mind rules everything.&lt;br /&gt;Yes it does.&lt;br /&gt;If we know how to cope with it… the mind is on our side.&lt;br /&gt;But again, it’s all in our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-314667285020692363?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/314667285020692363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=314667285020692363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/314667285020692363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/314667285020692363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-all-in-your-mind.html' title='It&apos;s all in our minds'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-6520149779415608986</id><published>2009-04-06T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T17:50:01.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is now</title><content type='html'>In the course of life&lt;br /&gt;We go through an infinite number of circumstances and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The learning process can be experienced in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;But could the pain be inevitable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is this mystery we cannot explain.&lt;br /&gt;Why should we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I see it from my humble perspective&lt;br /&gt;is that life is a gift.&lt;br /&gt;Life it’s you, it’s me, it’s all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is the present moment;&lt;br /&gt;it’s the sum of where we are, doing what we are doing,&lt;br /&gt;with or without someone else’s company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is already out of reach.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is uncertain.&lt;br /&gt;Today it’s what I have in my hands, to live, to feel, to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to invite no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;I want to experience inner growth.&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn from my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be myself, everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;I want to do every task, as simple as it may seem, the best way I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, that is not called perfection.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t anyway. I am a human being.&lt;br /&gt;But we all can grow, improve, learn, develop new perceptions,&lt;br /&gt;become stronger, wiser…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process differs from person to person.&lt;br /&gt;But the will comes from within.&lt;br /&gt;We have to want it.&lt;br /&gt;We have to believe in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, now. Our job is to live the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Because the sum of every moment&lt;br /&gt;makes the story of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-6520149779415608986?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/6520149779415608986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=6520149779415608986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/6520149779415608986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/6520149779415608986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-is-now.html' title='Life is now'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-3230571841463219037</id><published>2009-03-20T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T06:58:03.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No to Norms</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Norme!&lt;br /&gt;Norma!&lt;br /&gt;Norms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No to all the above,&lt;br /&gt;regardless of the language you were told.&lt;br /&gt;Why should we fit in some norm&lt;br /&gt;created by an unhappy distorted form?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all do crazy things sometimes…&lt;br /&gt;In the process of expressing&lt;br /&gt;our inner chimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is crazy, what is not?&lt;br /&gt;When what we do is try&lt;br /&gt;to deal with what we’ve got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live it up to your decision.&lt;br /&gt;Just don’t let it fool you&lt;br /&gt;as if it was your only mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow yourself new perceptions&lt;br /&gt;in this world full of conceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may not comprehend&lt;br /&gt;New forms, new trends&lt;br /&gt;Some will earn&lt;br /&gt;Some will spend&lt;br /&gt;Some will follow and commend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may have lost what someone found&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we didn’t hear the sound&lt;br /&gt;That echoed from the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were blind by our pride.&lt;br /&gt;May not have looked for&lt;br /&gt;an answer inside…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then somehow we learn&lt;br /&gt;that good things we shouldn’t hide.&lt;br /&gt;And what is bad&lt;br /&gt;we should leave behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New norms are being defined.&lt;br /&gt;Who says they are more refined?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself, accompanied or solo.&lt;br /&gt;If you need it, you may borrow&lt;br /&gt;some relief for your sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t disguise, don’t deceive.&lt;br /&gt;Do your deeds,&lt;br /&gt;life will follow…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-3230571841463219037?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/3230571841463219037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=3230571841463219037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/3230571841463219037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/3230571841463219037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-to-norms.html' title='No to Norms'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-5036824871886861206</id><published>2009-03-17T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T22:33:46.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the same moon</title><content type='html'>Another day, the sun rises, the sun goes down.&lt;br /&gt;Another place, another ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky is above&lt;br /&gt;the people we love…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all under the laws&lt;br /&gt;of the thoughts;&lt;br /&gt;Laws of the actions, reactions,&lt;br /&gt;connections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We resign, following the signs.&lt;br /&gt;We believe in things we come to perceive.&lt;br /&gt;We desire things with great relish…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the concept of life&lt;br /&gt;there isn’t an absolute truth.&lt;br /&gt;We are surrounded by&lt;br /&gt;the vibes, myriads of thoughts&lt;br /&gt;that come across our path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silence of the mind&lt;br /&gt;Brings some kind of nurture&lt;br /&gt;to our being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who said it was going to be this way?&lt;br /&gt;Who knew the curves were right ahead?&lt;br /&gt;Who asked if we were in the right direction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all abstract&lt;br /&gt;in the mind of the artist.&lt;br /&gt;It’s all a fact&lt;br /&gt;in the mind of the realist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all perceivable&lt;br /&gt;in the mind of the creator.&lt;br /&gt;It’s all vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;in the mind of the eliminator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we call it nature?&lt;br /&gt;May we call it life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Spring flowers bloom&lt;br /&gt;And we are all under the same moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-5036824871886861206?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/5036824871886861206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=5036824871886861206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/5036824871886861206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/5036824871886861206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2009/03/under-same-moon.html' title='Under the same moon'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-187703053947796404</id><published>2009-03-12T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T06:32:51.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BraSil</title><content type='html'>BraSil...&lt;br /&gt;the holy land...&lt;br /&gt;on the streets you feel the good vibe,&lt;br /&gt;summer hot, humid, wonderful beaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BraSil...&lt;br /&gt;Where the chopp (read shopee) is ice-cold and refreshing,&lt;br /&gt;makes you want more...&lt;br /&gt;Delicious food, coffee, ice-cream, fresh juices, salgadinhos, pao de queijo, churrasco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BraSil...&lt;br /&gt;Where the people are friendly,&lt;br /&gt;they make you feel home...&lt;br /&gt;There are economic issues, violence...&lt;br /&gt;but despite of all problems, somehow you feel alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hear loud noises on the streets,&lt;br /&gt;people talking, music playing, cars, buses, crowd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BraSil, meu Brasil brasileiro...&lt;br /&gt;the many bars on the streets are full of people,&lt;br /&gt;there is samba music being played at some bar on the corner,&lt;br /&gt;there is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BraSil, meu Brasil brasileiro...&lt;br /&gt;There are many beautiful and wonderful places in the world...&lt;br /&gt;They are all unique...&lt;br /&gt;But nowhere feels like Brasil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saúde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-187703053947796404?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/187703053947796404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=187703053947796404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/187703053947796404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/187703053947796404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2009/03/brasil.html' title='BraSil'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-5432193253404996364</id><published>2009-03-05T16:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T07:07:38.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's melody</title><content type='html'>In this new melody&lt;br /&gt;F! the apathy&lt;br /&gt;the agony&lt;br /&gt;the wanna-be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is room for mistake&lt;br /&gt;But no room for being stubborn&lt;br /&gt;Yes, time… it will take&lt;br /&gt;But we shouldn’t obstinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the mood be right, set and roll.&lt;br /&gt;But, no, don’t let it suck you into the hole,&lt;br /&gt;That consumes the whole soul&lt;br /&gt;Melodrama brings you down, to the low…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we can !&lt;br /&gt;No, we are stuck.&lt;br /&gt;There is no left and right.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Up and down.&lt;br /&gt;I laugh and I cry.&lt;br /&gt;I cry until the tears dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no right or wrong.&lt;br /&gt;There is reality&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is real, it’s all surreal.&lt;br /&gt;There is denial&lt;br /&gt;That puts you on a dial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to believe&lt;br /&gt;Yes, sometimes we need to perceive.&lt;br /&gt;But worries make the brain blow&lt;br /&gt;And what the heck do we know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presence, absence.&lt;br /&gt;Body? Soul?&lt;br /&gt;If we can’t touch it, then we may have to let it go…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw the “whys”&lt;br /&gt;Life wasn’t designed to be understood…&lt;br /&gt;I am here to live…&lt;br /&gt;To do my best, put my guts to a test…&lt;br /&gt;until the body is ready to rest…&lt;br /&gt;Not everything was meant to last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-5432193253404996364?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/5432193253404996364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=5432193253404996364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/5432193253404996364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/5432193253404996364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2009/03/lifes-melody.html' title='Life&apos;s melody'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-2387676425427498275</id><published>2009-03-03T22:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T10:45:56.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva por inteiro</title><content type='html'>Houve um dia um alguem, em algum lugar,&lt;br /&gt;que veio ate voce e te fez apaixonar,&lt;br /&gt;te fez ver a vida de outra forma,&lt;br /&gt;te mostrou coisas diferentes das que tinha&lt;br /&gt;visto ate entao.&lt;br /&gt;Alguem que sacudiu de alguma forma&lt;br /&gt;a sua existencia.&lt;br /&gt;Houve alguem, que talvez tenha ficado em sua vida&lt;br /&gt;ou que talvez tenha partido para um caminho&lt;br /&gt;diferente do seu.&lt;br /&gt;Mas a historia continua...&lt;br /&gt;A emocao nao acabou. Talvez tenha esfriado.&lt;br /&gt;Nao deixe ela acabar.&lt;br /&gt;Nao deixe de fazer a vida brilhar com seu modo&lt;br /&gt;mais simples de ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Nao deixe de reconhecer o que ha de bom&lt;br /&gt;e de perceber o que ainda ha para ser vivido.&lt;br /&gt;Deixe ser o seu ser.&lt;br /&gt;Deixe ser o que mais precisa ser na sua trajetoria.&lt;br /&gt;Que os dias que estao por vir, sejam dias&lt;br /&gt;nao necessariamente melhores, porem de&lt;br /&gt;motivos de reconhecimento e aprendizado.&lt;br /&gt;Que as lagrimas derramadas lavem a alma&lt;br /&gt;e proporcionem alivio.&lt;br /&gt;Que as gargalhadas sejam longas e prazerosas,&lt;br /&gt;e que as palavras sejam sinceras e significativas.&lt;br /&gt;Nao resuma sua vida. Viva por inteiro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-2387676425427498275?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/2387676425427498275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=2387676425427498275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/2387676425427498275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/2387676425427498275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2009/03/viva-por-inteiro.html' title='Viva por inteiro'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-8005794544102748702</id><published>2009-02-25T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:49:22.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The invisible truth</title><content type='html'>When nothing seems to make sense,&lt;br /&gt;then something will make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything may seem questionable,&lt;br /&gt;then something will bring an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we lose someone we love,&lt;br /&gt;be it a family member, a friend, a lover…&lt;br /&gt;Life gives us one of the biggest challenges&lt;br /&gt;to overcome…&lt;br /&gt;that we sometimes don’t know how to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we seek for strength, we may find it somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tend to stray, but we can’t…&lt;br /&gt;The world is calling for us, it’s needing us…&lt;br /&gt;And at that moment we feel that we need&lt;br /&gt;more than the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put so much energy into our losses…&lt;br /&gt;But we need to find the way back to the road…&lt;br /&gt;Life is just beginning,&lt;br /&gt;We are still crawling,&lt;br /&gt;forever trying to grow up,&lt;br /&gt;forever in search of something,&lt;br /&gt;forever learning lessons,&lt;br /&gt;forever dreaming new dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The invisible speaks louder,&lt;br /&gt;It gives us the truth.&lt;br /&gt;The unthinkable has the&lt;br /&gt;answers we are looking for,&lt;br /&gt;that we may find&lt;br /&gt;not in a simple quest or rational moment,&lt;br /&gt;But in the peace of our inner world.&lt;br /&gt;-  Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-8005794544102748702?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/8005794544102748702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=8005794544102748702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/8005794544102748702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/8005794544102748702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2009/02/invisible-truth.html' title='The invisible truth'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-9097944165954539727</id><published>2009-02-18T17:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T00:33:55.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The peace that we don’t...</title><content type='html'>In harsh times we may be our own enemies.&lt;br /&gt;Then we fight for our well being&lt;br /&gt;Because we know even with our human limitation&lt;br /&gt;We can overcome anything…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walls that separate our own people&lt;br /&gt;Are the same walls built by ourselves&lt;br /&gt;To create what was called self-defense…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The peace that we don’t want to keep…&lt;br /&gt;The peace that we DO want to follow to try to be happy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody, in their sane conscience would ever want to screw it up…&lt;br /&gt;No, they wouldn’t… we wouldn’t…&lt;br /&gt;As much as it goes beyond some of our actual comprehension&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is a coincidence…&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened for no-reason…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The peace that we don’t want to follow, admitting it…&lt;br /&gt;The peace that we DO want to follow to try to be happy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-9097944165954539727?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/9097944165954539727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=9097944165954539727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The end of a phase…&lt;br /&gt;It may have felt like a disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of another…&lt;br /&gt;It makes the mind broader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the comes and goes&lt;br /&gt;There were many events, metaphors.&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics were written,&lt;br /&gt;They made us cry and smite.&lt;br /&gt;decisions were taken,&lt;br /&gt;they made us pry and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behaviors were sometimes&lt;br /&gt;crude and unrefined.&lt;br /&gt;Behaviors were sometimes&lt;br /&gt;plausible and sublime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pride swallowed the nice gestures.&lt;br /&gt;The instinct caused the illicit actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It matters the Mind and the Soul.&lt;br /&gt;The body is just the dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unexpected&lt;br /&gt;made us grow.&lt;br /&gt;Some were predictable&lt;br /&gt;Some were just a role… (played and sold)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the groove,&lt;br /&gt;and the (in)sane move,&lt;br /&gt;Make us better for the next allure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey is endless.&lt;br /&gt;The perspective is under recreation.&lt;br /&gt;The king lost the crown&lt;br /&gt;Now he is just our pal,&lt;br /&gt;Humble and seeking a new vow.&lt;br /&gt; - Renata Lima&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-3537305180396808188?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/3537305180396808188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=3537305180396808188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/3537305180396808188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/3537305180396808188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-new-vow.html' title='To a new vow'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-983113447504004203</id><published>2009-02-03T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:00:57.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple poetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Life is poetry...&lt;br /&gt;Life is music...&lt;br /&gt;Life is made of good and bad moments...&lt;br /&gt;Life is the love that we share...&lt;br /&gt;Life is art...&lt;br /&gt;Life is a journey...&lt;br /&gt;We pass by it…&lt;br /&gt;It passes by us...&lt;br /&gt;Viva a Vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-983113447504004203?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/983113447504004203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=983113447504004203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/983113447504004203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/983113447504004203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-title.html' title='Simple poetry'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-1705091011722217081</id><published>2008-12-15T10:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T01:18:27.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In my life</title><content type='html'>In my life I have followed in someone’s footsteps…&lt;br /&gt;I have also left some footprints…&lt;br /&gt;There have been inspiring quotes…&lt;br /&gt;Inspiring people, inspiring behaviors.&lt;br /&gt;I have met people that I admire,&lt;br /&gt;People that appreciated me,&lt;br /&gt;People that for their own reasons rejected me,&lt;br /&gt;People that were kind to me,&lt;br /&gt;People that yelled at me,&lt;br /&gt;People that taught me new things,&lt;br /&gt;People that enjoyed hanging out with me,&lt;br /&gt;People that were there when I need comforting,&lt;br /&gt;People that surprised me,&lt;br /&gt;People that I hurt and that hurt me,&lt;br /&gt;People that I learned to forgive,&lt;br /&gt;People that I offered a sincere smile,&lt;br /&gt;People that loved me,&lt;br /&gt;People that I learned to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life I have tried the tasty flavor of coffee,&lt;br /&gt;Ice-cream, chocolate, and kisses.&lt;br /&gt;I have felt the rain in a hot summer day.&lt;br /&gt;Listened to the pleasant sound of birds chirping&lt;br /&gt;as I woke up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;I have seen a sunset and a sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;I have cooked a meal to someone special.&lt;br /&gt;I have whistled along with a favorite song.&lt;br /&gt;Learned a second language.&lt;br /&gt;Read books that were inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;I have been to a few countries and met people&lt;br /&gt;from different cultures.&lt;br /&gt;I have felt physical and emotional pain.&lt;br /&gt;I have cried in sad moments.&lt;br /&gt;Laughed unstoppably with good friends.&lt;br /&gt;I have felt fear and uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;I have challenged myself.&lt;br /&gt;Had days to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;Had dreams that came true.&lt;br /&gt;I have lost irreplaceable people.&lt;br /&gt;I have done things I regretted and things I would&lt;br /&gt;do again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything then summarizes in the present moment.&lt;br /&gt;The only certainty I have.&lt;br /&gt;This is my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- by Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-1705091011722217081?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/1705091011722217081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=1705091011722217081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/1705091011722217081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/1705091011722217081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-my-life.html' title='In my life'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-702023753910392417</id><published>2008-12-11T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:59:06.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Se goste</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Nenhuma opinião que emitam sobre você, deve provocar tristeza ou alegria em demasia. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Os elogios levianos não acrescentam nada além do que você é, e as críticas negativas não tornarão você pior. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Busque o autoconhecimento e aprenda a desenvolver a auto-estima. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mas lembre-se: seja exigente para consigo, e indulgente para com os outros. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eis uma fórmula segura para que você encontre a autoconfiança e a segurança necessárias ao seu bem-estar efetivo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E jamais esqueça que a verdadeira elegância é a do caráter, que procede da alma justa e nobre. Pense nisso, e liberte-se do jugo da opinião dos outros.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O importante mesmo, é que você se goste. Que você se respeite. Que se cuide e se sinta bem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Copiei essa mensagem de um email que recebi de uma amiga)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-702023753910392417?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/702023753910392417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=702023753910392417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/702023753910392417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/702023753910392417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2008/12/se-goste.html' title='Se goste'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-6376892838789370618</id><published>2008-12-04T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:52:34.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humanity</title><content type='html'>Can you think of something intriguing, right now?&lt;br /&gt;Can you say what people want to hear when it’s the right thing to say?&lt;br /&gt;Can you live in the now that inevitably flourishes in your hands?&lt;br /&gt;Here we are.&lt;br /&gt;One day after another.&lt;br /&gt;Experiences, facts.&lt;br /&gt;War.&lt;br /&gt;Global Warming.&lt;br /&gt;Love deceptions.&lt;br /&gt;Economic recessions.&lt;br /&gt;Floods, bloods.&lt;br /&gt;Earthquakes, hurricanes.&lt;br /&gt;Confusion.&lt;br /&gt;Acknowledgment.&lt;br /&gt;Amendment.&lt;br /&gt;Understanding.&lt;br /&gt;Caring.&lt;br /&gt;Apology.&lt;br /&gt;Spirituality.&lt;br /&gt;Respect.&lt;br /&gt;Creativity.&lt;br /&gt;Solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We repeat, and repeat.&lt;br /&gt;Lack of interpretation.&lt;br /&gt;Lack of interest.&lt;br /&gt;Lack of wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;Lack of courage.&lt;br /&gt;We keep on striving, hoping.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to read between the lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please tell us stories that we want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;Tell us solutions that we think we can follow through.&lt;br /&gt;The tears will dry, but they will shed from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;Humanity seeks and seeks, for something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever is the now that never ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- by Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-6376892838789370618?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/6376892838789370618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=6376892838789370618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/6376892838789370618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/6376892838789370618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2008/12/humanity.html' title='Humanity'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-9207834642726889625</id><published>2008-11-26T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T12:16:50.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I gotta</title><content type='html'>I gotta keep on moving&lt;br /&gt;I gotta keep singing&lt;br /&gt;Gotta keep my mind out of all the thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta keep it low&lt;br /&gt;going with the flow&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise my mind is just gonna blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta keep it going&lt;br /&gt;Feel that I am growing&lt;br /&gt;Letting transformation start showing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta keep it hot&lt;br /&gt;I gotta keep it cool&lt;br /&gt;and if you let me, I will amaze you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may sometimes be prying&lt;br /&gt;But I will keep rhyming&lt;br /&gt;Till the day that I feel like I am dying…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- by Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-9207834642726889625?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/9207834642726889625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=9207834642726889625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/9207834642726889625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/9207834642726889625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-gotta-rap-rap.html' title='I gotta'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-3140123724055700352</id><published>2008-11-26T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T14:04:11.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little poet is on vacation</title><content type='html'>I sent the little poet on vacation,&lt;br /&gt;going anywhere; no destination.&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is in charge,&lt;br /&gt;and wants to live life on the edge.&lt;br /&gt;The butterflies are flying high…&lt;br /&gt;I want to be crazier for a few days,&lt;br /&gt;and he is not asking me why!&lt;br /&gt;I will not worry; I will not cry.&lt;br /&gt;The little poet is relaxing, watching butterflies&lt;br /&gt;flying in the sky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-3140123724055700352?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/3140123724055700352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=3140123724055700352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/3140123724055700352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/3140123724055700352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2008/11/little-poet-is-on-vacation.html' title='Little poet is on vacation'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-1188973679980474139</id><published>2008-11-24T19:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:35:57.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What we have to offer</title><content type='html'>You cannot give everyone, everything they want.&lt;br /&gt;You can only give what you have…&lt;br /&gt;If you want to give more, then you need to build yourself up more…&lt;br /&gt;Some people give more than others,&lt;br /&gt;Some people just want to take from others…&lt;br /&gt;Maybe our character could be measured by how much we are willing to offer to others, taking from what life makes available, and turning that into possibilities to the world around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all part of the soul of the world.&lt;br /&gt;Each of us a drop that fills up the glass to kill the thirst, that is caused by life’s greatness.&lt;br /&gt;Our abilities are sometimes hidden…&lt;br /&gt;Hidden from ourselves…&lt;br /&gt;By our own fear of being defeated.&lt;br /&gt;There are people with vision, people with talent, people with passion, people with enough hope to keep going…&lt;br /&gt;All of them humans like any of us.&lt;br /&gt;We limit ourselves…&lt;br /&gt;but then one day, if we allow it, courage knocks on our door, possibilities come along, so does challenge…&lt;br /&gt;And we keep it all moving, without lost of enthusiasm;&lt;br /&gt;We may not succeed so easily, and some of us may not even succeed…&lt;br /&gt;But as long as we don’t stop, life will not stop…&lt;br /&gt;And we will pass by life with so much to remember, knowing we did the best we could and gave what we had to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- by Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-1188973679980474139?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/1188973679980474139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=1188973679980474139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/1188973679980474139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/1188973679980474139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-we-have-to-offer.html' title='What we have to offer'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-3804747397576703126</id><published>2008-11-21T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:56:35.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The little poet</title><content type='html'>My heart’s been broken...&lt;br /&gt;And many times my heart’s been broken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time it shatters&lt;br /&gt;The little poet jumps out from a crack of the scattered pieces.&lt;br /&gt;He walks over them and ponders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little poet has no name;&lt;br /&gt;He wears a black suspenders...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a hat…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tries to understand what the heart feels,&lt;br /&gt;and scratches his head thinking: “Again?”&lt;br /&gt;He takes a deep breath, and with a smile he says: “It’s OK”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little poet looks at the sky searching for a star, and he points at it,&lt;br /&gt;showing it to the heart.&lt;br /&gt;The heart then gets flashbacks from its childhood,&lt;br /&gt;when it used to look for a special star every time it was in love.&lt;br /&gt;It recalls a few moments and reminds itself that they all untangled…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little poet sits down, reaches out for a few poems&lt;br /&gt;and starts to read them to the heart, which listens and smiles.&lt;br /&gt;He stares at the heart and says:&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t be afraid.&lt;br /&gt;You only hurt because you shattered…&lt;br /&gt;You shattered because you loved, and something went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Love is good…&lt;br /&gt;It complements life…&lt;br /&gt;It inspires the poets…&lt;br /&gt;It’s in the children’s gestures…&lt;br /&gt;In the lovers’ crazyness…&lt;br /&gt;It’s in the Universes’s soul.&lt;br /&gt;Love is so powerful that it sometimes scares people.&lt;br /&gt;But love doesn’t hurt.&lt;br /&gt;What hurt are the losses, the deceptions, the lies,&lt;br /&gt;the angriness, the jealousy, the guiltiness, the indifference…&lt;br /&gt;mostly caused by the mind.&lt;br /&gt;The heart doesn’t fear love, it fears what the mind says, creates and had experienced…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the heart listens to the little poet,&lt;br /&gt;It drops a few tears and sighs.&lt;br /&gt;The little poet starts to pick up the heart’s pieces and slowly put them together;&lt;br /&gt;Then he writes another poem…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- by Renata Lima (4:08 AM - PST)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-3804747397576703126?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/3804747397576703126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=3804747397576703126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/3804747397576703126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/3804747397576703126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2008/11/little-poet.html' title='The little poet'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-8425370015341492583</id><published>2008-11-19T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T22:55:35.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love as a verb</title><content type='html'>Love complements life.&lt;br /&gt;Life needs love to be lived to its fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may express it in words....&lt;br /&gt;But it mostly reveals its meaning when expressed in actions.&lt;br /&gt;It moves people, my world, our world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many forms of love... parents' love, kids' love, partners' love, friends' love; love from beings that we may not even know ...but love is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So make it a verb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- by Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-8425370015341492583?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/8425370015341492583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=8425370015341492583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/8425370015341492583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/8425370015341492583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-is-action.html' title='Love as a verb'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-6906410289273975741</id><published>2008-10-31T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:40:02.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema do coração</title><content type='html'>Queria eu poder, descrever,&lt;br /&gt;tudo sobre você.&lt;br /&gt;Mas esse esforço seria em vão,&lt;br /&gt;então deixarei falar meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero rimar sua tristeza&lt;br /&gt;com um toque de pureza.&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentir sua alegria,&lt;br /&gt;com um toque de magia.&lt;br /&gt;Quero descrever sua beleza,&lt;br /&gt;como a expressão da natureza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração vaga, por ti se acaba.&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração reza, por ti regressa.&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração diz, que por ti é feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração chora, vai mundo afora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua existência traz esperança,&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me esquecer da vingança,&lt;br /&gt;Inspira aliança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro sentir seu perfume,&lt;br /&gt;meus olhos briham como vagalume.&lt;br /&gt;Por favor me conceda,&lt;br /&gt;a alegria de ser, sua eterna fortaleza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-6906410289273975741?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/6906410289273975741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=6906410289273975741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/6906410289273975741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/6906410289273975741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2008/10/poema-do-corao.html' title='Poema do coração'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-3278499183019547079</id><published>2008-10-02T14:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T09:59:41.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva a Vida!</title><content type='html'>(portugues version)&lt;br /&gt;Não quero que minha vida seja meramente uma vida comum...&lt;br /&gt;que passa por aqui e nada deixa.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Quero deixar marcas de alegria, de crescimento, de boas memorias.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Não quero abandonar o que faz bem para a alma.&lt;br /&gt;Há momentos tão intensos, tão especiais... tão signicantes.&lt;br /&gt;Há tanto e tanto para se descobrir e viver.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Não quero esperar que o destino traga tudo que estar por vir.&lt;br /&gt;Quero ir atrás do que a vida tem para oferecer.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hoje é um novo dia...  o passado já não mais importa, pois não posso muda-lo.&lt;br /&gt;O amanha trará momentos bons e ruins mas tambem nao posso controlar tudo que a vida traz.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Quero fazer diferenca, na vida daqueles que escolherem caminhar comigo, e na minha própria vida.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Viva a vida!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(english version)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my life to be a mere average life... that goes by and leave nothing behind.&lt;br /&gt;I want to leave marks of joy, growth and good memories.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to abandon what is good for the soul.&lt;br /&gt;There are moments that are so intense, so special... so significant.&lt;br /&gt;There are so much to discover and live.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to wait that destiny brings everything that is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go after what life has to offer.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Today is a new day... the past doesn't matter anymore, because I can't change it.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will bring good and bad moments, but also I can't control everything that is yet to happen.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I want to make a difference, in the lives of the ones that choose to walk with me, and in my own life.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Viva a vida!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-3278499183019547079?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/3278499183019547079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=3278499183019547079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/3278499183019547079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/3278499183019547079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2008/10/viva-vida.html' title='Viva a Vida!'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-6335584693545437872</id><published>2008-09-29T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T22:17:06.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the purpose</title><content type='html'>What is the purpose of this moment?&lt;br /&gt;Would it have such significance that I will remember it?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe for the fact that I am registering it with those words… &lt;br /&gt;Life is sometimes an enigma that makes us question what we don’t understand; but sometimes it’s so simple and unquestionable, which perhaps brings a balance to life itself.&lt;br /&gt;What triggers what will happen next? Is it mostly our actions and behavior before what is happening now?&lt;br /&gt;If “now” is a consequence of the “past” and the “future” is a consequence of “now”, wouldn’t this mean that our lives in the future will be pretty much like now if we don’t change our actions, behavior and thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;If others don’t appreciate our actions, our work, creativity, sincerity, etc, will we appreciate them ourselves and still pursue them?&lt;br /&gt;The world around us is many times a gauge that measures our accomplishments, our dreams, our “selves” that are exposed.&lt;br /&gt;We all could be judged differently by different cultures and different personalities. How much does that matter at the end of our lives? Or actually, how much does it matter during our journey in this life?&lt;br /&gt;If there is a place for everyone, should we remain where we fit in? And if we don’t fit in, we have choices of moving on, or staying and conquer our space.&lt;br /&gt;But life is not a battle, although in many situations it seems like it is. At times, life presents itself challenging, which makes us wonder its purpose again.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the purpose is, I have the present moment with me right now, and the future is still yet to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-6335584693545437872?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/6335584693545437872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=6335584693545437872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/6335584693545437872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/6335584693545437872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-is-purpose.html' title='What is the purpose'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-6550033085294278787</id><published>2008-09-23T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T15:51:06.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>When nostalgia hits... it could linger for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;It tries to stay in the present, although it's related to the past.&lt;br /&gt;Feelings that come and go, that make you experience the ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's easy to switch thoughts and let it go... &lt;br /&gt;but sometimes it's hard to get rid of it...&lt;br /&gt;You want to open the inside and pull that feeling out...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, human feelings! Why we yield ourselves to it ?&lt;br /&gt;Although they are tough at times, they can bring positive changes...&lt;br /&gt;It brings hope for the unknown future...&lt;br /&gt;It brings the will to abandon the desire for things we cannot have ...&lt;br /&gt;and (instead) the will to try to concentrate on what we can have (or that we think we can have).&lt;br /&gt;But nostalgia also brings the feeling of "wanting to feel the nostalgia", as much as we need to.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we try to fix things in a quick way, stepping over the healing process...&lt;br /&gt;and we end up going back to the phases that we tried to skip with our rush into the future.&lt;br /&gt;We can't hide ourselves from the sun under a strainer... &lt;br /&gt;We can change what is up to us, but only accept what is beyond our power to change.&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully we will know the difference...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-6550033085294278787?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/6550033085294278787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=6550033085294278787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/6550033085294278787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/6550033085294278787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2008/09/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-4847266801749110409</id><published>2008-09-05T10:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T15:51:42.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So be it</title><content type='html'>Selfishness is a bitch…...&lt;br /&gt;In most cases, pain is a consequence…&lt;br /&gt;We, humans, sometimes hide our devious actions from others, but we forget that the Universe is watching…&lt;br /&gt;As Newton's Law goes "For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction".&lt;br /&gt;Nothing that we do in this life goes unnoticed, it's all a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it good, be it bad, there will be different outcomes.&lt;br /&gt;We are given many opportunities to make it better, to ourselves and to others, but sometimes we ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all make mistakes, but repeating the same one is the problem. We become slaves of ourselves…&lt;br /&gt;But what is left to do ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cope with pain could be very hard. But trouble is not supposed to last forever. We are given the chance to learn and grow from it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-4847266801749110409?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/4847266801749110409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=4847266801749110409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/4847266801749110409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/4847266801749110409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-be-it.html' title='So be it'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-3312561241105185649</id><published>2008-09-05T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T01:01:19.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reborn...</title><content type='html'>Used?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we could use that word... but probably not the best word to describe it…&lt;br /&gt;Reborn… that would be more like it…&lt;br /&gt;A sense of being yourself again, after you had given yourself to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;A new era… a new phase, a new you.&lt;br /&gt;A person that lived the good and bad, and enjoyed all the great moments to whom it was given the opportunity to.&lt;br /&gt;The reward of doing your best is great… it may at times feel worthless, but it is not (really)… it gets paid off when you put your head on your pillow and with peace of mind say good night to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am greatful for everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-3312561241105185649?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/3312561241105185649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=3312561241105185649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/3312561241105185649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/3312561241105185649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2008/09/reborn.html' title='Reborn...'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-2120686153108982941</id><published>2008-08-05T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T00:43:25.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Feeling of feeling</title><content type='html'>Feelings, feelings, feelings !&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of doing, the feeling of not doing...&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of being, the feeling of not being...&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of belonging, the feeling of not knowing...&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of transforming, the feeling of growing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking the shell, that holds the hell, that burns inside.&lt;br /&gt;Breaking the vow, that holds the pal, near, beneath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life of the body, life of the soul, life of the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;Life as Art; &lt;br /&gt;Art as painting, as music making, as writing, as crying-smiling, &lt;br /&gt;as creating, participating…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respecting the will…&lt;br /&gt;We share the view,&lt;br /&gt;seal the deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, we don’t know, &lt;br /&gt;We want to know, but we want to let it flow…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-2120686153108982941?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/2120686153108982941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=2120686153108982941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/2120686153108982941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/2120686153108982941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2008/08/feeling-of-feeling.html' title='The Feeling of feeling'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-1009671099780967722</id><published>2008-06-12T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T13:33:25.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day goes by</title><content type='html'>A moment past by...&lt;br /&gt;A word not said...&lt;br /&gt;A tear dropped...&lt;br /&gt;A sincere smile...&lt;br /&gt;A heart full of emotions...&lt;br /&gt;A person like me, like us, like none of us...&lt;br /&gt;A reason to continue, to seeks changes, to stay not-the-same...&lt;br /&gt;A chance to perceive, to grow, to be ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;We talk about things, we think about more things, many things...&lt;br /&gt;Not everything has always to make sense to everyone...&lt;br /&gt;Not everything has always to be justified to the world... but yet, many times&lt;br /&gt;justified to ourselves, to the ones we love.&lt;br /&gt;How far can your imagination go? How far can the freedom of thinking take you in life?&lt;br /&gt;How far you want to go in life? And what motivates you?&lt;br /&gt;One thing leads to another, thoughts, feelings, actions.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts lead to other thoughts, reasons become different reasons...&lt;br /&gt;People change -- some to a certain extent, some are always seeking for change in many aspects...&lt;br /&gt;Positive changes are good for the soul, good for what lies in the present, and ahead in the future...&lt;br /&gt;Creation, mutation, representation, inspiration, contemplation, imagination...&lt;br /&gt;We can rhyme, we can define, we can choose to walk the line (or not)...&lt;br /&gt;The clock is ticking, the clothes are shrinking, the brain does the thinking...&lt;br /&gt;And another day goes by... I am living life a little, so that's the reason why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-1009671099780967722?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/1009671099780967722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=1009671099780967722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/1009671099780967722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/1009671099780967722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-day-goes-by.html' title='Another day goes by'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-3376702438861623444</id><published>2008-05-15T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T16:13:25.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scared of love</title><content type='html'>I am scared of love, now...&lt;br /&gt;Scared because it takes over you, your life, your everything… &lt;br /&gt;And when you think you have not to worry about it, love slaps you on the face.&lt;br /&gt;It betrays what is precious, that it seemed unique.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it’s still unique. Still precious, still wonderful, but it’s scary somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Life brings no certainty; what we have is the moment, with the ones we love, until it’s time to depart and to go after other momentary certainties.&lt;br /&gt;We are scared of ourselves, scared of having and scared of not having.&lt;br /&gt;We are scared that we will miss what will be gone, scared that we may not find ¬what we hope to find.&lt;br /&gt;But when we least expect things happen. And they happen in way that is magic, like life, like love.&lt;br /&gt;The cycle somehow returns to the center, that caused it all, and it then gives us strength to go on, and to find other reasons to be.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the same reasons, but in a different time and place.&lt;br /&gt;So many times we wish certain things lasted forever, how silly we are!&lt;br /&gt;So many times we thought the sorrow would never end, or so many times we thought that nothing could be better than that moment. &lt;br /&gt;The past has brought us joy, inspiration, perspiration, sadness, hope, emotions, experience, and you name it…. But the present moment has it all, in a big bucket, waiting for more, from the future.&lt;br /&gt;A future that seems so distant, but sometimes so close to our hearts, to our soul.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we just want to be nowhere, and at the same time belong deeply to something within, that we still seek for.&lt;br /&gt;We come to realize that we learn so much from others, from their feelings and struggles. We learn about ourselves, and we appreciate the good and the bad.&lt;br /&gt;But our hearts at times feel squeezed, as if it didn’t fit in the left side of our chest. Then it makes our eyes watery, as a way to let the (momentary) pain out.&lt;br /&gt;We cry until our hearts feel relieved and our eyes are puffy. Then we eventually realize that life is more than that, and that we can’t stop, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;We know we will continue to love, someone, somewhere. We know it may hurt again, but we also know that it’s so fucking good to feel loved, and to give love. &lt;br /&gt;So we never stop….&lt;br /&gt;…Because life would lose its purpose if we stopped sharing love…&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-3376702438861623444?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/3376702438861623444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=3376702438861623444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/3376702438861623444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/3376702438861623444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2008/05/scared-of-love.html' title='Scared of love'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-992707130788052721</id><published>2008-03-19T22:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T12:10:02.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...and love...</title><content type='html'>Life sometimes is this package of weird and uncomfortable moments that gets thrown at us when we least expect.&lt;br /&gt;Life sometimes is this beautiful thing that just happens, and “living” feels like the best sensation in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Love brings joy, happiness to the heart,&lt;br /&gt;but it also brings pain, questions, disappointments.&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn’t it be just perfect?&lt;br /&gt;No, it cannot. And unfortunately we can’t find answers for everything.&lt;br /&gt;But not everything is set on stone.&lt;br /&gt;We can change, so does life…&lt;br /&gt;But do we want to?&lt;br /&gt;Can we try to be more flexible and still be ourselves,&lt;br /&gt;and still love and be loved, happily?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to hurt who I love.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like being hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Why do we still do it?&lt;br /&gt;What other paths can we take to make it better?&lt;br /&gt;What is the limit that we can go without making things bad?&lt;br /&gt;Being good to someone, it’s just not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;Can two minds understand and accept each other, &lt;br /&gt;and co-exist around each other, even if they think &lt;br /&gt;differently about certain matters?&lt;br /&gt;What’s the next step beyond “loving someone”?&lt;br /&gt;What does it take to learn?&lt;br /&gt;How long and how far do we have to go?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we can’t communicate our true feelings.&lt;br /&gt;What burns inside, that many times we keep it in…&lt;br /&gt;Or many times we don’t know how to fix it&lt;br /&gt;or how to handle it.&lt;br /&gt;Can we face all the hurdles positively?&lt;br /&gt;What is missing?&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t we be part of each other’s world without&lt;br /&gt;crossing each other’s boundaries?&lt;br /&gt;How important this boundary becomes when we &lt;br /&gt;don’t want to hurt or get hurt?&lt;br /&gt;Life is again (and will always be) teaching us a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;May we have the power and the wisdom to fix and change&lt;br /&gt;what can be improved…&lt;br /&gt;May we be humble enough to accept what we can’t change&lt;br /&gt;or understand, and still consider ourselves happy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-992707130788052721?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/992707130788052721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=992707130788052721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/992707130788052721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/992707130788052721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2008/03/lifeand-love.html' title='Life...and love...'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-5817862297545248961</id><published>2008-02-12T00:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T08:21:39.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons to amuse</title><content type='html'>Life is the beautiful thing that blooms, everyday, with every sun rise, or a rain drop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want, we need, we ask, we get, we don't get...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk, we run, a vibe, survive, like never, or ever, forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that a dance, a trance, a chance, a love game or romance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is part of the center, the center that despairs, the unique that strays, the weird that becomes common, and the common that becomes weird, and invade the mystical shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places that bring the sense of belonging, poets that bring the idea of transforming, music that bring the feeling of daring, comparing, sharing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amuse me ! don't confuse me; show me you love me, grab it all, the best, the nest and all the rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the lyrics, get the concept, can you pass the test? Listen to the bird, the word, the crowd that speaks loud...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play your favorite song, sing along ! Dance, with content !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you find a use? What do you have to lose?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-5817862297545248961?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/5817862297545248961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=5817862297545248961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/5817862297545248961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/5817862297545248961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2008/02/reasons-to-amuse.html' title='Reasons to amuse'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-7141183617155106011</id><published>2008-01-17T17:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T17:03:54.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking...</title><content type='html'>I was thinking...&lt;br /&gt;And by thinking I realized things,&lt;br /&gt;Things that make sense, and things that do not.&lt;br /&gt;Wondering about the emotions that were triggered by the thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Bad unnecessary thoughts. Aren’t they?&lt;br /&gt;If they can’t make me feel better, why have them in mind?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we just happen to think too much.&lt;br /&gt;And by doing so, many different emotions are brought out.&lt;br /&gt;Over-thinking, over-analyzing, over-talking, over-complaining, over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t it exhausting?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You, me, us, them: all connected by the emotions, thoughts, facts, incidents.&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of words that not necessarily make sense, together. But could make sense if not over analyzed.&lt;br /&gt;When we don’t know answers, either we ask someone else, or we search for answers ourselves, or we just live without finding them out.&lt;br /&gt;Is it really essential to know it all? Would we live longer? Or happier?&lt;br /&gt;Or more worried, because we would know too much and knowledge triggers the need for more knowledge. &lt;br /&gt;We are curious. That’s why we seek for answers.&lt;br /&gt;We have the urge to learn and grow, and feel smarter, and important somehow, to ourselves, to our society, to our loved ones.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We are average when we think like most of the people, most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;Is that a choice? Or something we are born with ?&lt;br /&gt;I think it could be both. There are choices. We have the right to make them.&lt;br /&gt;One may struggle more than others to accomplish something, whatever it is, but we have the right of choice, and by making choices we need to add effort. Then we have results.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Easy to say...&lt;br /&gt;But true fact.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And I was thinking... about it, once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-7141183617155106011?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/7141183617155106011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=7141183617155106011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/7141183617155106011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/7141183617155106011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2008/01/thinking.html' title='Thinking...'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-6486486656738035811</id><published>2007-11-20T22:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T22:46:48.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conquistar</title><content type='html'>Quero conquistar&lt;br /&gt;o que seu coração esconde,&lt;br /&gt;e só Deus sabe onde,&lt;br /&gt;coisas que o instinto responde.&lt;br /&gt;Me deixa entrar,&lt;br /&gt;e abalar,&lt;br /&gt;o que foi feito&lt;br /&gt;pra compatilhar;&lt;br /&gt;E com alegria amar&lt;br /&gt;o que você &lt;br /&gt;tem pra dar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 de Novembro, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-6486486656738035811?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/6486486656738035811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=6486486656738035811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/6486486656738035811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/6486486656738035811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2007/11/conquistar.html' title='Conquistar'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-1188474661007428388</id><published>2007-09-26T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T16:15:30.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambling...</title><content type='html'>What kind of unique character are we?&lt;br /&gt;What do we bring with us?&lt;br /&gt;What is the method to do it right?&lt;br /&gt;What is right, what is wrong? &lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it depend of the point of view and circunstances ? &lt;br /&gt;Or certain things are just wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Let it go,&lt;br /&gt;Let it flow,&lt;br /&gt;Let it blow,&lt;br /&gt;Let it fade, shape, scape;&lt;br /&gt;Let it burn, the concern;&lt;br /&gt;Let it speak up, the pride, the rhyme; &lt;br /&gt;the prude, crude, rude intrude;&lt;br /&gt;What is the use? To amuse? Accuse? Abuse? Confuse?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-1188474661007428388?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/1188474661007428388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=1188474661007428388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/1188474661007428388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/1188474661007428388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2007/09/rambling.html' title='Rambling...'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-2852485940592585596</id><published>2007-09-10T10:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T10:33:59.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons</title><content type='html'>It’s all because of a reason.  &lt;br /&gt;A good reason, bad reason, no reason!&lt;br /&gt;The truth that hits you and it feels right.&lt;br /&gt;The facts that happen and you don’t know why, &lt;br /&gt;but do we really need to know why?&lt;br /&gt;The words that come out when you dont expect&lt;br /&gt;and makes the moment, the day, the week, &lt;br /&gt;the magic that is the amazing feeling of being alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all because of a reason.&lt;br /&gt;A reason that some of us seek to understand,&lt;br /&gt;A reason that just is, as it is.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need all the answers to my questions right now,&lt;br /&gt;I need the courage, I need the soberness,&lt;br /&gt;I need the right words at the right moment,&lt;br /&gt;I need the freedom, I need that a reason exists&lt;br /&gt;so that things could make sense, even though I don’t need to know&lt;br /&gt;what sense it makes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let anyone take that moment away from you.&lt;br /&gt;The moment that is yours, and only you can have it, your way.&lt;br /&gt;The reason of being here, the reason of doing what you do, &lt;br /&gt;and wanting what you want... &lt;br /&gt;I may find my reasons, the reasons to have reason to proceed,&lt;br /&gt;or not to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-2852485940592585596?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/2852485940592585596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=2852485940592585596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/2852485940592585596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/2852485940592585596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2007/09/reasons.html' title='Reasons'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-921928276830142121</id><published>2007-07-22T00:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T00:33:36.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How can we</title><content type='html'>How can we let go of strong and intense feelings?&lt;br /&gt;How can we let go of the people we love?&lt;br /&gt;How can we accept circunstances that life brings without questioning why?&lt;br /&gt;How can we accept endings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time brings a lot of answers, and heals us from the pain inside.&lt;br /&gt;But our willingness to change and become better to ourselves and to others is also a key that will allow us to be successful in our future experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we feel we wasted the moment, we wasted the energy, we wasted people's time, but unfortunally we didn't know better. However is not too late to change going forward. It's not set on the stone that has to be this way. We learn so much with time and experiences, and with our own mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;We learn how to apreciate little things in life. We learn how to better love someone and to accept our mate as he/she is.&lt;br /&gt;We learn how to be less controlling, and if we really allow ourselves, we can even learn how to share a positive energy with the ones we love, because it is good to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life consists of moments of joy and sadness. &lt;br /&gt;Let's appreciate both. &lt;br /&gt;Let's get the best out of both. &lt;br /&gt;Let's forgive. &lt;br /&gt;Let's give chances. &lt;br /&gt;Let the soul heal and grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renata - 07/22/2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-921928276830142121?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/921928276830142121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=921928276830142121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/921928276830142121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/921928276830142121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-can-we_22.html' title='How can we'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-5799525757913053560</id><published>2007-07-19T22:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T22:34:23.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing....</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I don't post anything on my own blog.&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to keep myself busy, and mostly doing something good for myself, and avoiding staying in the computer too much if I am not at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those phases that you need to make changes in your life ? And either continue something you've done before, but doing it better now, or moving on to something totally new. That's the way to go if you feel stuck in a moment, or stuck in a situation that you can't get out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make decisions in our lives all the time. Sometimes we make good decisions, sometimes we make mistakes by choosing what we thought was right for the moment but realizing later that it was not really the best, but oh well, we didn't know better.&lt;br /&gt;We learn with our mistakes, if we allow ourselves to.&lt;br /&gt;We become more mature after going through the same situation over and over, and we definitely learn something from it.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to have all answers whenever we need them, but they come at their due time.&lt;br /&gt;Even though we have our breakdowns, we cry, we think is the end of the road, if we allow ourselves then we still can find hope and reasons to be happy again and to go on with our lives, and make it more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am speaking for myself, my own experiences, my own sorrows, my own way of getting myself out of the bad days.&lt;br /&gt;I guess nobody is really guilty, we are all part of the cause. There is no-one to blame, but yet there is a few we can be thankful for being there and making us see life differently, and opening our eyes for more possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a great journey. We can learn how to live it better and better.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;Renata - 07/19/2007 10:30 PM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-5799525757913053560?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/5799525757913053560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=5799525757913053560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/5799525757913053560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/5799525757913053560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2007/07/growing.html' title='Growing....'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-4244081055373041702</id><published>2007-06-09T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T20:39:40.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling blue</title><content type='html'>Today there is not much to say, and so much to feel...&lt;br /&gt;Feelings that try to tear the heart apart. &lt;br /&gt;That makes me feel like things cannot always be the way we want them, or moments cannot always be of joy.&lt;br /&gt;The sorrow of the heart, make us think, make us grow.&lt;br /&gt;We get what we asked for, even though we dont know what is involved in the outcome of our actions.&lt;br /&gt;Past hopes, past dreams, all at sudden changed by the different course that life takes.&lt;br /&gt;I feel blue, but I will get by. We always do, don't we?&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on, no matter what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-4244081055373041702?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/4244081055373041702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=4244081055373041702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/4244081055373041702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/4244081055373041702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2007/06/feeling-blue.html' title='Feeling blue'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-5741358220270922406</id><published>2007-05-19T01:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T01:48:47.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cadê? (P 83)</title><content type='html'>Uma esperança...&lt;br /&gt;Uma ação...&lt;br /&gt;Um pensamento sem reação...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo está dentro da vontade&lt;br /&gt;de sermos ou termos.&lt;br /&gt;Se a indefinição de todas&lt;br /&gt;nossas idéias se definissem,&lt;br /&gt;talvez não nos seria&lt;br /&gt;necessário tentar entendê-las.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, às vezes, não sabemos&lt;br /&gt;o que dizemos.&lt;br /&gt;Queremos ser normais...&lt;br /&gt;no mundo, na vida,&lt;br /&gt;em nós mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;Tantas coisas pensamos&lt;br /&gt;e falamos e, nem sempre&lt;br /&gt;somos aceitos&lt;br /&gt;ou compreendidos.&lt;br /&gt;De que adianta saber demais&lt;br /&gt;quando o que sabemos só&lt;br /&gt;está dentro de nós ?&lt;br /&gt;Nos perguntamos milhares&lt;br /&gt;de coisas diante de&lt;br /&gt;situações que passamos.&lt;br /&gt;Queremos buscar o porquê&lt;br /&gt;de tudo !&lt;br /&gt;Onde está nossa consciência&lt;br /&gt;além do lugar que sabemos&lt;br /&gt;talvez onde ela sempre&lt;br /&gt;possa estar ?&lt;br /&gt;Quando isso passar,&lt;br /&gt;vai acabar...&lt;br /&gt;é normal.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo passa, um dia...&lt;br /&gt;e geralmente leva&lt;br /&gt;algo de nós,&lt;br /&gt;ou deixa algo&lt;br /&gt;em nós.&lt;br /&gt;Somos atualmente alguém&lt;br /&gt;que não é tudo&lt;br /&gt;que realmente somos.&lt;br /&gt;Temos mais do que&lt;br /&gt;podemos perceber...&lt;br /&gt;Perceber ?&lt;br /&gt;É o que mais fazemos&lt;br /&gt;quando queremos que&lt;br /&gt;algo seja diferente&lt;br /&gt;do que tem sido.&lt;br /&gt;Amamos sem perceber,&lt;br /&gt;sem entender;&lt;br /&gt;simplesmente amamos&lt;br /&gt;porque o amor&lt;br /&gt;não precisa ser explicado !&lt;br /&gt;Nossas atitudes nem sempre&lt;br /&gt;são próprias de nós...&lt;br /&gt;por isso, talvez,&lt;br /&gt;nem sempre entendemos&lt;br /&gt;tudo que fazemos,&lt;br /&gt;pensamos ou queremos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, acabamos nos&lt;br /&gt;entregando à vida,&lt;br /&gt;à nós mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;E o destino vem;&lt;br /&gt;porém, cadê nossa&lt;br /&gt;lucidez ?&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima (1995)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-5741358220270922406?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/5741358220270922406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=5741358220270922406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/5741358220270922406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/5741358220270922406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2007/05/cad-p-83.html' title='Cadê? (P 83)'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-4982859540810020200</id><published>2007-05-19T01:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T01:27:31.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nossos dias (P 127)</title><content type='html'>Há dias em que não queremos pensar em nada.&lt;br /&gt;Há dias em que queremos estar fora de nós.&lt;br /&gt;Há dias em que queremos estar em todos&lt;br /&gt;os lugares que pudermos.&lt;br /&gt;Há dias em que choramos.&lt;br /&gt;Há dias em que sorrimos.&lt;br /&gt;Há dias em que fazemos boas ações.&lt;br /&gt;Há dias em que nos trancamos.&lt;br /&gt;Há dias em que nos sentimos o máximo.&lt;br /&gt;Há dias em que não sabemos ser nós mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;E esses dias são apenas dias consecutivos,&lt;br /&gt;"desenhados" pelas nossas atitudes.&lt;br /&gt;São amostras do que somos capazes de ser &lt;br /&gt;e fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Nenhum dia se repete,&lt;br /&gt;talvez sim os tipos de situações...&lt;br /&gt;Não sabemos o que exatamente irá acontecer&lt;br /&gt;nos próximos dias de nossas vidas,&lt;br /&gt;nem mesmo daqui há algumas horas...&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente temos que viver os momentos&lt;br /&gt;que passam por nós,&lt;br /&gt;e deixar que eles sejam o que têm que ser.&lt;br /&gt;Não é sempre que os deixamos ser como devem ser;&lt;br /&gt;às vezes tentamos manipulá-los para que&lt;br /&gt;atendam nossas vontades, nos esquecendo que&lt;br /&gt;as pessoas envolvidas também têm&lt;br /&gt;suas vontades e formas de pensar.&lt;br /&gt;Nossos dias são nossos, mas não são vividos sozinhos. &lt;br /&gt;Nossos caminhos são individuais, mas podem cruzar&lt;br /&gt;diversos tipos de caminhos durante nossa jornada.&lt;br /&gt;Alguns caminhos se cruzam por um tempo, e depois se separam;&lt;br /&gt;outros seguem juntos por toda a vida, para o mesmo destino...&lt;br /&gt;Não podemos querer dominar o mundo,&lt;br /&gt;cada coisa deve ser deixada livre&lt;br /&gt;para ser o que tem que ser.&lt;br /&gt;Mas nem sempre conseguimos isso...&lt;br /&gt;Por isso sofremos;&lt;br /&gt;Pois queremos mudar coisas que&lt;br /&gt;não podem ser mudadas por nós,&lt;br /&gt;apenas devemos aceitá-las.&lt;br /&gt;Mudemos o que nos cabe mudar !&lt;br /&gt;Deixemos o que devemos deixar !&lt;br /&gt;Nossos dias são especiais todos os dias, &lt;br /&gt;e podem ser melhores quando aprendermos realmente&lt;br /&gt;que só nós podemos fazer isso por nós !&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima (1999)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-4982859540810020200?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/4982859540810020200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=4982859540810020200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/4982859540810020200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/4982859540810020200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2007/05/nossos-dias-p-127.html' title='Nossos dias (P 127)'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-2146843667138013255</id><published>2007-05-19T01:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T01:01:43.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enigma</title><content type='html'>Life is an enigma.&lt;br /&gt;If there was a straight answer to every problem, the problems wouldn’t be necessary, and the enigma wouldn’t be an enigma.&lt;br /&gt;Answers were probably locked somewhere in the Universe when a problem was created. Instead, we were given strength and wisdom to seek and find our answers.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes answers won’t be found, because they were not meant to be. But you will still be given the strength to go on and overcome the problems, even without an answer.&lt;br /&gt;And when you overcome the situation, you no longer need an answer. Then you get left with an additional experience, which you can use to overcome future problems, and help other people to overcome theirs.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that was the intension, when certain problems were created. &lt;br /&gt;If it makes sense to think that way, than is easier than bang our heads looking for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;One of the keys for questionable things in life is peace of mind. Once you have it, it is likely that you will not lose your mind for disappointing, disturbing and upsetting situations that comes your way.&lt;br /&gt;But the enigma is not so simple. It requires much more, many pieces to be put together, enlightenment moments, and life skills that we learn along the way, from ourselves, from others.&lt;br /&gt;People that cross our way, even when considered bad, are part of the key, which we could use as stepping-stones for our own growth.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams, many times are the fuel that keep us going with hope and reason to achieve something in life.&lt;br /&gt;Friends, lovers and family: all those people that had the chance to meet us someday, somehow, chosen by the Universe among billions of other people.&lt;br /&gt;What links all of us? What determines the beginning and the end of every relationship? What makes some of them last forever?&lt;br /&gt;It all compiles as part of the enigma. And sometimes no matter what you plan along with someone else, the paths may change someday. &lt;br /&gt;At the end of your actual life, is when you may have the chance to look back and see how much you did and how much you lived.&lt;br /&gt;But we never know when will be the end. So perhaps the answer lies in the “now”: that we should try to live the moment as if it was the last.&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-2146843667138013255?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/2146843667138013255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=2146843667138013255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/2146843667138013255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/2146843667138013255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2007/05/enigma.html' title='Enigma'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-7043712259520408186</id><published>2007-05-19T00:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T00:57:02.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Equilibrium point</title><content type='html'>People constantly need us, and we constantly need them, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we get so immersed in our routine&lt;br /&gt;that we don’t realize what’s really happening&lt;br /&gt;in our lives or with the people we love.&lt;br /&gt;We fail to realize that what we are having might be the best for now,&lt;br /&gt;but it’s up to us to make it get better or even go in a different direction.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many factors that affect our decisions and behaviors.&lt;br /&gt;The things that hold us back, and things that pushes us forward.&lt;br /&gt;What is really a mistake, if we are not perfect?&lt;br /&gt;What does it take to learn the lesson we are longing for?&lt;br /&gt;If we haven’t yet figured out our purpose, lived our dreams, then what are we still waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we are just being patient, since we don’t know what to do, who to follow, or what to believe in.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there is a point on waiting and let the time tells when it’s time to act.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there is no point to rush things if we haven’t learned our lesson yet.&lt;br /&gt;We all have our own pace and stages of development.&lt;br /&gt;We all grow somehow through different meanings.&lt;br /&gt;But, we can’t just sit and wait forever.&lt;br /&gt;We can also do something about it; we can go after it and find our answers;&lt;br /&gt;Or even if there are no answers, at least we will live knowing that we are always trying and believing in something bigger than us, looking for that applause and satisfaction that comes from within.&lt;br /&gt;Can we have what we want without compromising other people’s feelings?&lt;br /&gt;Can we find a way around it?&lt;br /&gt;Or can we switch our feelings and thoughts to something less painful to others and to ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;What is the equilibrium point?&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-7043712259520408186?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/7043712259520408186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=7043712259520408186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/7043712259520408186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/7043712259520408186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2007/05/equilibrium-point.html' title='Equilibrium point'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-8611545923161848643</id><published>2007-05-17T22:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T00:44:38.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>We make choices, all the time,&lt;br /&gt;whether we want it or not;&lt;br /&gt;choices leads us to different paths in life.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes keep us in the same path,&lt;br /&gt;but dealing with situations with a different approach&lt;br /&gt;than we used to.&lt;br /&gt;At some point we need to become stronger, wiser, more 'ourselves'.&lt;br /&gt;At some point we realize things will always change and&lt;br /&gt;will never remain the same way forever.&lt;br /&gt;Feelings will be feelings, always; but they may become&lt;br /&gt;other type of feelings.&lt;br /&gt;People will move – some of them to somewhere far – &lt;br /&gt;Friends may become lovers and lovers may become just friends;&lt;br /&gt;We will change jobs, eventually; &lt;br /&gt;we will learn other languages, or perhaps new words&lt;br /&gt;on our primary language.&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, day-by-day, in a way, something will change.&lt;br /&gt;We are left with the choice of keeping making choices that&lt;br /&gt;we believe best fits our lives, our present and our future;&lt;br /&gt;until the point that there is no more choices to make,&lt;br /&gt;but to accept the choice that life made for all of us,&lt;br /&gt;and that there is nothing we could do about it.&lt;br /&gt;Let’s live our best, every single day.&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-8611545923161848643?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/8611545923161848643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=8611545923161848643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/8611545923161848643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/8611545923161848643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2007/05/choices_17.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-4770989644621627911</id><published>2007-05-17T22:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T22:42:56.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thought</title><content type='html'>The explanation for the feelings can reside in the thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;in the past behaviors and incidents.&lt;br /&gt;But what drives it all ?&lt;br /&gt;What defines when we had enough and when it’s time to move on?&lt;br /&gt;Is it our heart? Our soul? The time? The Universe?&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the answers, the purpose, the reasons... &lt;br /&gt;an eternal search.&lt;br /&gt;The day-by-day journey, that we all go through,&lt;br /&gt;and some of us love to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is an art.&lt;br /&gt;And period.&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-4770989644621627911?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/4770989644621627911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=4770989644621627911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/4770989644621627911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/4770989644621627911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2007/05/random-thought.html' title='Random thought'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-2610221588479527281</id><published>2007-05-17T22:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T23:53:14.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impact</title><content type='html'>Trying to make an impact on someone else’s life&lt;br /&gt;can be challenging.&lt;br /&gt;It can be risky, but it can be worthed.&lt;br /&gt;Reasons that only we know are there,&lt;br /&gt;somewhere inside of us.&lt;br /&gt;It could come to a point where the reasons change,&lt;br /&gt;take a new route.&lt;br /&gt;We find reasons to leave other reasons behind.&lt;br /&gt;The impact has been made, &lt;br /&gt;it may not have succeeded with all its intent,&lt;br /&gt;but it may have made through to a point&lt;br /&gt;where it had to stop.&lt;br /&gt;That’s fate.&lt;br /&gt;That’s life. And it’s good that way.&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-2610221588479527281?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/2610221588479527281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=2610221588479527281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/2610221588479527281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/2610221588479527281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2007/05/impact.html' title='Impact'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-4177441398789963044</id><published>2007-05-17T22:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T22:34:57.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love me</title><content type='html'>Love me for who I am when I am with you;&lt;br /&gt;Love me for who I become when I am not around you;&lt;br /&gt;Love me for knowing who I am, near or far, &lt;br /&gt;brief, detailed, &lt;br /&gt;happy, blue, &lt;br /&gt;tough, soft, &lt;br /&gt;smart, slow, &lt;br /&gt;quiet, talkitive,&lt;br /&gt;me, and myself,&lt;br /&gt;everywhere, anytime&lt;br /&gt;for all the reasons!&lt;br /&gt;Just love me!&lt;br /&gt;- Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-4177441398789963044?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/4177441398789963044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=4177441398789963044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/4177441398789963044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/4177441398789963044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2007/05/love-me.html' title='Love me'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-5365605242629763513</id><published>2007-05-16T22:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T22:47:14.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy or Right ?</title><content type='html'>It is interesting that we usually don’t see things as they are...&lt;br /&gt;But mostly “we see things as we are”.&lt;br /&gt;The same fact, the same opportunity, the same words, &lt;br /&gt;could have a totally different meaning to different people;&lt;br /&gt;it may cause different expectations and lead to different bahaviors and reactions.&lt;br /&gt;We usually think “we are right” in situations where other people &lt;br /&gt;have a different point of view; until we realize that we may be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Some people will perhaps try to learn something out of it, but others&lt;br /&gt;may never admit they were wrong and insist on carrying the same “baggage” &lt;br /&gt;for the rest of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes your could ask youself: “What can I really learn from this situation?”&lt;br /&gt;Or even if we don’t learn something from it, what could be improved in our personality and attitude? How to let go?&lt;br /&gt;Does it really make difference to prove that you are right,&lt;br /&gt;even if you are not really right?&lt;br /&gt;Does it matter more to be right, or to be happy?&lt;br /&gt;In some cases, those two words may mean two different path we need to take.&lt;br /&gt;And the choice is ours.&lt;br /&gt;You could go on your whole life not really caring&lt;br /&gt;about being nice, about respecting people’s feelings and thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;But you also have the choice of being the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of what choice you make, you may still be questioned&lt;br /&gt;why you do it.&lt;br /&gt;And then you also could make another choice on your answer.&lt;br /&gt;Life always presents us with choices...&lt;br /&gt;All the time we are caught in situations that we have &lt;br /&gt;to decide between important things, small things, stupid things, all things!&lt;br /&gt;“Should I get married or buy a bike?”&lt;br /&gt;“Should I travel the world or buy a house?”&lt;br /&gt;“Should I apologize to someone I hurted or leave it like that?”&lt;br /&gt;“Should I invest on a higher school degree or save the money?”&lt;br /&gt;“Should I be nice to people or treat them as if I don’t really care?”&lt;br /&gt;And those questions could go on and on and on.... &lt;br /&gt;Life seems to be made of choices... &lt;br /&gt;and if even you don’t make any choice, you are, in a way,&lt;br /&gt;making the choice of not making a choice;&lt;br /&gt;But you would be carried away, going with the flow, without knowing where you may be heading to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-5365605242629763513?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/5365605242629763513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=5365605242629763513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/5365605242629763513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/5365605242629763513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2007/05/choices.html' title='Happy or Right ?'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-5915112763453010422</id><published>2007-05-16T16:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T16:58:58.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A linguagem da leitura</title><content type='html'>Usar truques da linguagem...&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja essa a expectiva que se tenha ao se escrever tentando convencer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usar a verdade em palavras... usar enigmas, conotações, expressões, sentimentos...&lt;br /&gt;Todos os artificios disponiveis, tudo que a imaginação conseguir expressar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual é o limite? Nao há.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diversas vezes nos pegamos intertidos por uma leitura, um texto ou artigo que nos chama a atenção, que nos interessa, que nos permite adquirir um novo conhecimento ou acrescentar alternativas ao nosso modo de pensar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é esse algo que atrai cada um de um modo diferente?&lt;br /&gt;Quem são esses que sabem escrever o que queremos ler?&lt;br /&gt;E quanto aos que nao gostam de ler, sabem eles o que estão a perder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos dias de hoje, encontra-se de tudo para se ler. Todos os tipos de assunto, de crenças, descobertas, emoções e aprendizados expressados em palavras escritas.&lt;br /&gt;Desde que haja recursos, alguem há de publicar ou divulgar algo para se ler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemos o que nos desperta interesse, talvez atraidos pela invisibilidade da linguagem da leitura. &lt;br /&gt;A linguagem que fala a nós sem que nem sempre percebamos.&lt;br /&gt;É a linguagem muda....mas de que alguma forma nos atrai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voce pode escrever um monte de palavras e elas chamarem a atenção de alguém, mesmo sem ter significado para todos que as lêem. O mistério talvez esteja na interpretação, na busca do desconhecido, na vontade de acrescentar algo dentro de si mesmo, ou simplesmente na vontade de se interter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só pelo fato de chegar até esse ponto da leitura desse texto, já prova que voce teve algum interesse por ele, ou pelo menos certa curiosidade de saber como se desfecha, ou apenas encontrar parametros para enviar suas criticas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas algo te trouxe até aqui...&lt;br /&gt;A linguagem da leitura.... o mistério das entrelinhas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renata Lima - 2003&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-5915112763453010422?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/5915112763453010422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=5915112763453010422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/5915112763453010422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/5915112763453010422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2007/05/linguagem-da-leitura.html' title='A linguagem da leitura'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-7788038646885070092</id><published>2007-05-16T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T21:50:05.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O que importa</title><content type='html'>Faça o que quiser, &lt;br /&gt;o que me importa...&lt;br /&gt;o que te importa...&lt;br /&gt;pra que esperar&lt;br /&gt;pra que sofrer&lt;br /&gt;pra que tentar ser &lt;br /&gt;o que nao é pra ser.&lt;br /&gt;Loucuras de um novo mundo&lt;br /&gt;de um mundo antigo&lt;br /&gt;que um dia se renovou&lt;br /&gt;e criou novas expectativas&lt;br /&gt;novas idéias&lt;br /&gt;novos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;novos mundos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas de que adianta a mágoa&lt;br /&gt;de que adianta o esforço abandonado&lt;br /&gt;de que adianta o céu sem as estrelas&lt;br /&gt;se o infinito existe para ser explorado.&lt;br /&gt;E o que nao fizer sentido,&lt;br /&gt;que sentido não faça,&lt;br /&gt;pois nos importa é o resultado&lt;br /&gt;ainda que a causa não seja entendida.&lt;br /&gt;Se as palavras consumem nosso ser&lt;br /&gt;de forma que não sabemos explorar o &lt;br /&gt;seu melhor conteúdo, &lt;br /&gt;então deixe as palavras serem silenciosas&lt;br /&gt;na ação do dia a dia.&lt;br /&gt;Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-7788038646885070092?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/7788038646885070092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=7788038646885070092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/7788038646885070092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/7788038646885070092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2007/05/o-que-importa.html' title='O que importa'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-679616675141621999</id><published>2007-05-14T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T13:47:09.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Certezas (P 135)</title><content type='html'>Temos muitas incertezas na vida...&lt;br /&gt;Assim como, também, podemos dizer &lt;br /&gt;que temos algumas certezas.&lt;br /&gt;Alguns de nós poderiam dizer que &lt;br /&gt;não têm certeza de nada.&lt;br /&gt;Mas com certeza, ao menos uma certeza temos:&lt;br /&gt;a de que temos incertezas.&lt;br /&gt;Fatos que decorrem em nossas vidas;&lt;br /&gt;cada um tem sua explicação, motivo, &lt;br /&gt;e provavelmente consequência.&lt;br /&gt;Eles não vêm simplesmente por &lt;br /&gt;mera força do acaso, &lt;br /&gt;mas por vontade do destino,&lt;br /&gt;ou como decorrência de nossas atitudes.&lt;br /&gt;Os fatos são como o vento...&lt;br /&gt;sopram de diversas maneiras, &lt;br /&gt;em diversos lugares, para diversas pessoas...&lt;br /&gt;Somos os barcos a vela;&lt;br /&gt;ao mesmo tempo que impulsionados pelo vento,&lt;br /&gt;temos arbitrariedade de mudar a direção.&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos em busca de respostas às questões&lt;br /&gt;que nos importam.&lt;br /&gt;Discutimos o que sabemos, e alguns, &lt;br /&gt;também discutem o que não sabem...&lt;br /&gt;Podemos aprender com os livros,&lt;br /&gt;com as pessoas, com os acontecimentos;&lt;br /&gt;Podemos transformar algumas incertezas&lt;br /&gt;em certezas;&lt;br /&gt;Podemos mais do que somos atualmente.&lt;br /&gt;Adquirimos conhecimentos à medida que&lt;br /&gt;estudamos ou lidamos com determinados&lt;br /&gt;assuntos no cotidiano.&lt;br /&gt;Adquirimos sabedoria à medida que&lt;br /&gt;aprendemos a encarar com serenidade&lt;br /&gt;os problemas, e a tirar bom proveito&lt;br /&gt;do que parece ruim.&lt;br /&gt;A sabedoria estimula o intelecto;&lt;br /&gt;estimula a importância de se aprender&lt;br /&gt;o que é bom e útil para nossas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;O intelecto pode atingir seu limite, &lt;br /&gt;se não acompanhado de sabedoria.&lt;br /&gt;Cada um de nós vê a vida sob &lt;br /&gt;determinado ângulo, e o que parece óbvio&lt;br /&gt;para alguns, não o é para outros.&lt;br /&gt;A obviosidade de alguma coisa está &lt;br /&gt;relacionada ao que se conhece sobre ela, &lt;br /&gt;ainda que inconscientemente.&lt;br /&gt;Algumas pessoas são realmente óbvias,&lt;br /&gt;e podemos ter certezas sobre elas,&lt;br /&gt;até o instante em que nos provem ao contrário.&lt;br /&gt;A incerteza que podemos ter é: por quanto tempo&lt;br /&gt;durará a certeza...&lt;br /&gt;Mas sobre isso não precisamos nos preocupar,&lt;br /&gt;porque cada dia é um dia, e devemos&lt;br /&gt;vivê-los um de cada vez.&lt;br /&gt;Podemos ter certeza de que um dia não mais&lt;br /&gt;estaremos aqui, da maneira que estamos agora.&lt;br /&gt;Com certeza, todos nós, vamos querer estar&lt;br /&gt;num lugar melhor, ainda que fisicamente distante...&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja necessário dizer que isso dependerá&lt;br /&gt;de como vivemos e de como encaramos os fatos;&lt;br /&gt;afinal, não parece ser tão óbvio para todos,&lt;br /&gt;para aqueles que não têm certeza,&lt;br /&gt;ou para aqueles que acham que têm certeza&lt;br /&gt;quando na verdade não a têm.&lt;br /&gt;Seguimos nossos caminhos, &lt;br /&gt;conhecemos novas pessoas,&lt;br /&gt;reencontramos outras...&lt;br /&gt;rimos e choramos com algumas delas,&lt;br /&gt;amamos ou sofremos por elas,&lt;br /&gt;ensinamos e aprendemos com elas.&lt;br /&gt;É como se tudo estivesse envolvido e coligado,&lt;br /&gt;esbarrando-se e separando-se no momento&lt;br /&gt;certo e necessário.&lt;br /&gt;Estamos preparados para ter certeza disso ?&lt;br /&gt;Podemos ter certeza que sim.&lt;br /&gt;A incerteza não é necessária, quando o "bom"&lt;br /&gt;está determinado...&lt;br /&gt;Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-679616675141621999?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/679616675141621999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=679616675141621999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/679616675141621999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/679616675141621999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2007/05/certezas-p-135.html' title='Certezas (P 135)'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-4824368253997622796</id><published>2007-05-14T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T12:08:51.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inexplicáveis definições indefinidas (P 137)</title><content type='html'>Infindáveis são os momentos…&lt;br /&gt;Indescritiveis são algumas situações…&lt;br /&gt;Questionáveis são nossas transições, &lt;br /&gt;nossos pensamentos, nossos sentimentos,&lt;br /&gt;nosso verdadeiro “eu”.&lt;br /&gt;E cada dia passa;&lt;br /&gt;Passa por nós ou passamos por eles.&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo de definições e &lt;br /&gt;de indefinições supostamente definidas.&lt;br /&gt;Sabemos de todas as coisas &lt;br /&gt;que gostariamos de ter.&lt;br /&gt;De coisas que vem e se vão;&lt;br /&gt;E sabemos o quanto tudo isso &lt;br /&gt;significa para nós.&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que não vê o mundo&lt;br /&gt;da mesma forma que você vê,&lt;br /&gt;provavelmente não irá entender&lt;br /&gt;sobre todas as coisas&lt;br /&gt;que lhe importam &lt;br /&gt;ainda que não importem&lt;br /&gt;para o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Ligado a transitoriedade&lt;br /&gt;de tudo que há na vida,&lt;br /&gt;desliga-se de toda essência&lt;br /&gt;supostamente definida&lt;br /&gt;por todos que a consideram.&lt;br /&gt;Parece um ciclo em que entramos&lt;br /&gt;e ao mesmo tempo não sabemos&lt;br /&gt;que pertencemos a ele.&lt;br /&gt;Ou as vezes sabemos&lt;br /&gt;e não nos encontramos o suficiente&lt;br /&gt;conosco mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;para sair dele.&lt;br /&gt;E os dias passam,&lt;br /&gt;alguns levam algo de nós,&lt;br /&gt;outros deixam algo em nós.&lt;br /&gt;Mas em nenhum momento&lt;br /&gt;algo deixou de acontecer,&lt;br /&gt;ainda que esse algo seja desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;pela maior parte dos seres humanos.&lt;br /&gt;Novamente, os fatos não se explicam&lt;br /&gt;suficientemente o bastante&lt;br /&gt;para nos fazer perceber onde estamos&lt;br /&gt;errando.&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente acontecem…&lt;br /&gt;E repetidamente irão acontecer,&lt;br /&gt;atá a instância em que a não compreensão&lt;br /&gt;deixe de assim sê-la, &lt;br /&gt;e encontremos uma forma &lt;br /&gt;de nao fazer “assim”.&lt;br /&gt;Também não sabemos quando…&lt;br /&gt;Alguma razão há de ter.&lt;br /&gt;E se não houver razao ?&lt;br /&gt;E se não houver necessidade&lt;br /&gt;de explicação para algo&lt;br /&gt;que nao sabemos porque acontece ?&lt;br /&gt;Daí começa a questão de onde&lt;br /&gt;devemos parar.&lt;br /&gt;E começam todas as outras &lt;br /&gt;que nos levaram a pensar&lt;br /&gt;no “por que”,&lt;br /&gt;nas razões,&lt;br /&gt;nas explicações…&lt;br /&gt;Por que sempre queremos&lt;br /&gt;explicações para o que ainda&lt;br /&gt;não sabemos “porque e pra que” ?&lt;br /&gt;Se há explicação,&lt;br /&gt;nao necessariamente deve&lt;br /&gt;haver necessidade de questionarmos…&lt;br /&gt;E sabe porque o fazemos ?&lt;br /&gt;Porque nao aprendemos ainda&lt;br /&gt;o suficiente sobre o que precisamos&lt;br /&gt;saber sobre nos mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas algo que há de ser como é,&lt;br /&gt;também há de haver um bom motivo.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que não saibamos o motivo,&lt;br /&gt;ainda que nos percamos em nós mesmos,&lt;br /&gt;não há outra alternativa a não ser seguir.&lt;br /&gt;Seguir e aprender a suportar e a vencer.&lt;br /&gt;Um problema não deixa de existir se for&lt;br /&gt;ignorado…&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente fica la, em algum lugar,&lt;br /&gt;ate que alguem o queira carregar.&lt;br /&gt;E se o mundo nao suportaria nossos problemas,&lt;br /&gt;por que haveriamos de suporta-los tambem ?&lt;br /&gt;Por que tentamos fazê-los nossos, quando &lt;br /&gt;na verdade só os estamos carregando ?&lt;br /&gt;Nossas mentes estão conectadas o suficiente&lt;br /&gt;para percebemos o que sentimos&lt;br /&gt;em relação uns aos outros,&lt;br /&gt;basta queremos…&lt;br /&gt;E todas as dúvidas deixam de ser dúvidas&lt;br /&gt;quando algo se prova&lt;br /&gt;por questões que determinamos &lt;br /&gt;que deveriam ser &lt;br /&gt;para nos fazer acreditar.&lt;br /&gt;Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-4824368253997622796?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/4824368253997622796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=4824368253997622796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/4824368253997622796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/4824368253997622796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2007/05/inexplicveis-definies-indefinidas-p-137.html' title='Inexplicáveis definições indefinidas (P 137)'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-994129425956591912</id><published>2007-05-14T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T02:00:55.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idealização (P 138)</title><content type='html'>Mais do que a instancia…&lt;br /&gt;Mais do que a esperança…&lt;br /&gt;Mais do que o viver…&lt;br /&gt;O que mais há de ser ?&lt;br /&gt;Insinuações que a conjectura&lt;br /&gt;do momento implica sobre nós.&lt;br /&gt;Revelações que a insolência&lt;br /&gt;da vida aplica sobre nosso &lt;br /&gt;modo de viver.&lt;br /&gt;E simplesmente podemos&lt;br /&gt;fazer a vida ser&lt;br /&gt;como seria a vida&lt;br /&gt;por ela mesma.&lt;br /&gt;O “agora” é tao diferente&lt;br /&gt;de todos os “agoras”&lt;br /&gt;que já tivemos…&lt;br /&gt;Parece uma mágica da vida&lt;br /&gt;disposta a nos dar o que&lt;br /&gt;as vezes nao percebemos.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo hoje parece “novo”&lt;br /&gt;e sem uma nova razão para sê-lo;&lt;br /&gt;apenas se dá pela razão&lt;br /&gt;de estar sendo visto por&lt;br /&gt;um ângulo diferente,&lt;br /&gt;por uma disposição&lt;br /&gt;para com o “momento”.&lt;br /&gt;Realisticamente podemos&lt;br /&gt;nos deparar com o que ainda&lt;br /&gt;nao conheciamos.&lt;br /&gt;A experiencia e a vivência&lt;br /&gt;nos faz mudar ou ganhar&lt;br /&gt;diferentes pontos de vista;&lt;br /&gt;diferentes modos de ver a vida.&lt;br /&gt;E o maravilhoso nisso está&lt;br /&gt;no fato de que realmente&lt;br /&gt;as experiências nos fazem crescer.&lt;br /&gt;Elas tem o objetivo de melhorar&lt;br /&gt;algo em nós,&lt;br /&gt;mas contribuem em parte para&lt;br /&gt;nossa mudança e crescimento.&lt;br /&gt;A outra parte depende de nós.&lt;br /&gt;Chega-se uma hora em que a&lt;br /&gt;complicação já nao se faz mais&lt;br /&gt;necessaria, ou simplesmente&lt;br /&gt;deixa de ser complicada porque&lt;br /&gt;mudamos a forma de vê-la.&lt;br /&gt;Nao importa onde você está agora,&lt;br /&gt;importa que esteja preparado &lt;br /&gt;para o que está por vir.&lt;br /&gt;Porque o futuro nos reserva coisas&lt;br /&gt;grandiosas, nos reserva o que queremos&lt;br /&gt;realizar.&lt;br /&gt;Utopicamente falando, esse seria um ponto&lt;br /&gt;de vista para o que esperamos de bom&lt;br /&gt;para o futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Mas esse utópico deixa de sê-lo se&lt;br /&gt;mudarmos a interpretação e o modo&lt;br /&gt;de ver o futuro.&lt;br /&gt;A idealização é importante,&lt;br /&gt;é necessaria,&lt;br /&gt;mas nao é tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Isso seria muito vago&lt;br /&gt;para quem realmente aguarda&lt;br /&gt;algo de bom pela frente.&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, a diferença entre&lt;br /&gt;os que idealizam e os que concretizam&lt;br /&gt;é que os que concretizam deram um&lt;br /&gt;passo a mais alem da idealização.&lt;br /&gt;E portanto, idealizar deixa de ser vago&lt;br /&gt;quando acompanhado de algo mais.&lt;br /&gt;Renata Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-994129425956591912?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/994129425956591912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=994129425956591912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/994129425956591912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/994129425956591912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2007/05/idealizao-p-138.html' title='Idealização (P 138)'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-9106441234319923079</id><published>2007-05-11T00:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:26:15.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What really matters</title><content type='html'>There are facts that matter. There are moments that pass by us, unnoticed. They may also matter.&lt;br /&gt;The simple fact that something makes itself unnoticeable might matter for the reason of bringing the uniqueness of being noticed by who has the ability to perceive what is unnoticeable by all others.&lt;br /&gt;If you question what you don’t understand, there is still a possibility that you will continue not understanding even if someone gives you the best explanation ever. If an explanation makes it understandable, then you may be skipping the challenge of finding out what is behind the mystery of not knowing what you could have found out by living the experience.&lt;br /&gt;But does it matter? Could you actually perceive the unperceivable by words, that are only perceived by circumstances and facts?&lt;br /&gt;Should life give you a reason to make your doubts understandable by your way of thinking?&lt;br /&gt;Or should your way of thinking adjust to what life brings you, although it may not be understandable?&lt;br /&gt;Could we, for once, accepts things as they come, and acknowledge the fact that we need to do so for our own good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renata Lima - October 15, 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-9106441234319923079?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/9106441234319923079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=9106441234319923079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/9106441234319923079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/9106441234319923079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2007/05/sem-titulo.html' title='What really matters'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-3015635741351750872</id><published>2007-05-11T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T00:28:03.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundo Utópico</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Eu queria que quando se falasse do amor, o amor ideal nao fosse tao utópico.&lt;br /&gt;Que amar quem amamos, mesmo sem ser correspondido, nao fosse apenas uma emoção que vai em apenas uma direção.&lt;br /&gt;Mas querer isso é utópico.&lt;br /&gt;É utópico se apaixonar por alguem que voce sabe que nunca vai te querer, mesmo que na sua cabeça aquela utopia nao seja utopica, e uma possibilidade remota e eventualmente provável.&lt;br /&gt;O que te leva a pensar e sentir diferente de outras pessoas?&lt;br /&gt;O que te leva a gostar de alguem que nao te gosta da mesma forma?&lt;br /&gt;Por que estamos tao distantes emocionalmente ao mesmo tempo que proximos fisicamentes, ou ate mesmo proximos emocionalmente mas com sentimentos diferentes ?&lt;br /&gt;Por que nos colocamos em tais situaçoes?&lt;br /&gt;Por que é tao dificil para alguns e tao facil para outros?&lt;br /&gt;Onde está o centro da conexão que nos liga ao todo? Onde está a razão de encontrar e realizar o que queremos, contra a razão de nao se conseguir o que se quer por um motivo que o destino achou melhor ser assim?&lt;br /&gt;O que determina?&lt;br /&gt;O que custa ao Universo mudar o rumo de certas coisas?&lt;br /&gt;Por diversas vezes nao custa, e entao o rumo muda. Os sentimentos mudam.&lt;br /&gt;Queremos que as pessoas se adaptem aos nossos sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Queremos que elas se sintam do jeito que melhor nos agrada, que nos faça feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Mas e elas? O que realmente sentem? O que buscam?&lt;br /&gt;Talvez nao busquem o mesmo que nós. E se não buscam o mesmo que nós, entao o que nos fez criar aquele sentimento utopico de que seria perfeito te-las da forma que gostariamos?&lt;br /&gt;Por que somos tao egoistas? Onde esta’a explicação que muitos de nós busca e nao encontra. Ou se encontramos, raramente aceitamos a verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Verdade essa que no fundo acreditamos na possibilidade de ser mudada, e finalmente ser ajustada ao nosso jeito de ver o mundo, e a situação que queremos mudar.&lt;br /&gt;Se complicar fosse mais fácil que facilitar o complicado, entao o complicado seria fácil e o fácil se complicaria e ambos perderiam a razão de ser.&lt;br /&gt;Voce analiza o que nao entende, e pode ser que passe a entender.&lt;br /&gt;Quem entende por natureza, nao precisa analizar.&lt;br /&gt;Analize você, analize o agora, analize se o que você quer agora é compativel com o que voce quer para o futuro. E se não for ?  Entao por isso nao deverá mais fazer o que quer agora só porque isso nao é compativel com o que voce quer no futuro?&lt;br /&gt;E se o futuro nao chegar? Entao deixará de ser o que mais quer ser agora?&lt;br /&gt;Deixará que a influencia do mundo ao seu redor tome rédias do seu proprio destino?&lt;br /&gt;Seria tao mais facil que tudo mudasse de acordo.... porém no fundo munda.&lt;br /&gt;Em algum lugar do Universo, algo está mudando relacionado ao que está passando com voce agora. Nao é questao de crença unicamente. Crença muitas vezes se torna algo vago, se voce crer no que nao é compativel com o que está predeterminado.&lt;br /&gt;Podemos nós mudar o predeterminado? Podemos mudar nossos sentimentos?&lt;br /&gt;Mas será que queremos buscar uma razao forte o suficiente para mudarmos nossos sentimentos?&lt;br /&gt;Talvez sofrer menos. Talvez se apaixonar menos. Talvez entender a linha de equilibrio entre ter e pensar na possibilidade de ter, e fazer acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo são rumos que a vida toma. Caminhos que em alguma etapa da vida se encontram mas depois tomam rumos diferentes, ou não.&lt;br /&gt;A ilusão de acreditar que o mundo está aqui para nos servir e não ao contrário.&lt;br /&gt;A ilusão de querer que a vida se transforme do dia para a noite, e acordemos diferentes, deixando para tras tudo que não queremos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas independente do que é ilusão e do que é real, a realidade as vezes é tão utópica, real apenas em nossas mentes, mas diferente do que está idealizado para nossas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;E infinitamente essa forma de pensar entra em contradição, buscando uma resposta, que provavelmente nao vai ser encontrada facilmente. Mas que pode ser vivida, que pode ser experimentada, que pode trazer a melhor emoção que ja vivemos em toda nossa vida.&lt;br /&gt;E assim é a vida. Todos nós responsaveis por nos mesmos e ao mesmo tempo uns pelos outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Renata Lima - 10 de Maio, 2007&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-3015635741351750872?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/3015635741351750872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=3015635741351750872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/3015635741351750872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/3015635741351750872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2007/05/mundo-utpico.html' title='Mundo Utópico'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-6570827750661665307</id><published>2007-05-11T00:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T13:34:46.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva por inteiro</title><content type='html'>Houve um dia um alguem, em algum lugar,&lt;br /&gt;que veio ate voce e te fez apaixonar,&lt;br /&gt;te fez ver a vida de outra forma,&lt;br /&gt;te mostrou coisas diferentes das que tinha&lt;br /&gt;visto ate entao.&lt;br /&gt;Alguem que sacudiu de alguma forma&lt;br /&gt;a sua existencia.&lt;br /&gt;Houve alguem, que talvez tenha ficado em sua vida&lt;br /&gt;ou que talvez tenha partido para um caminho&lt;br /&gt;diferente do seu.&lt;br /&gt;Mas a historia continua...&lt;br /&gt;A emocao nao acabou. Talvez tenha esfriado.&lt;br /&gt;Nao deixe ela acabar.&lt;br /&gt;Nao deixe de fazer a vida brilhar com seu modo&lt;br /&gt;mais simples de ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Nao deixe de reconhecer o que ha de bom&lt;br /&gt;e de perceber o que ainda ha para ser vivido.&lt;br /&gt;Deixe ser o seu ser.&lt;br /&gt;Deixe ser o que mais precisa ser na sua trajetoria.&lt;br /&gt;Que os dias que estao por vir, sejam dias&lt;br /&gt;nao necessariamente melhores, porem de&lt;br /&gt;motivos de reconhecimento e aprendizado.&lt;br /&gt;Que as lagrimas derramadas lavem a alma&lt;br /&gt;e proporcionem alivio.&lt;br /&gt;Que as gargalhadas sejam longas e prazerosas,&lt;br /&gt;e que as palavras sejam sinceras e significativas.&lt;br /&gt;Nao resuma sua vida. Vida-a por inteiro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renata Lima -  Junho/2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-6570827750661665307?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/6570827750661665307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=6570827750661665307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/6570827750661665307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/6570827750661665307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2007/05/viva-por-inteiro.html' title='Viva por inteiro'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-5421527204342699626</id><published>2007-05-11T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T00:26:01.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Constante mudança</title><content type='html'>E’ uma daquelas fases em que&lt;br /&gt;voce se pergunta se esta’&lt;br /&gt;fazendo de sua vida realmente&lt;br /&gt;aquilo que acha que vale a pena....&lt;br /&gt;Um daqueles momentos em que&lt;br /&gt;se encontra a perguntar se deve&lt;br /&gt;proceder da forma atual ou&lt;br /&gt;fazer uma grande mudanca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, e’ normal nós passarmos por isso.&lt;br /&gt;Nós seres-humanos estamos aqui para&lt;br /&gt;aprender, e aprendemos com os erros,&lt;br /&gt;aprendemos com as experiencias,&lt;br /&gt;aprendemos por termos vontade de aprender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E esse aprendizado nos faz ver&lt;br /&gt;as coisas diferentes. Muitas vezes as&lt;br /&gt;mesmas coisas que um dia lutamos&lt;br /&gt;para provar que tinhamos razao,&lt;br /&gt;e de repente, percebemos que&lt;br /&gt;realmente existem outras formas&lt;br /&gt;de ver a mesma causa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece dar um alivio, quando sentimos&lt;br /&gt;que nos encontramos, em certo ponto de&lt;br /&gt;nossas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;E’ como se tivessemos descoberto um&lt;br /&gt;novo jeito de viver ou de ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida continua....&lt;br /&gt;Diversidades sempre existirao.&lt;br /&gt;mas o importante e’ tirarmos&lt;br /&gt;nossa lição.&lt;br /&gt;E’ fazer do caminho algo&lt;br /&gt;espiritualmente mais prazeroso&lt;br /&gt;e significante.&lt;br /&gt;E’ sabermos que tudo passa,&lt;br /&gt;bom ou ruim;&lt;br /&gt;tudo passa...&lt;br /&gt;porque a vida esta’ em&lt;br /&gt;constante mudanca,&lt;br /&gt;e nós estamos aqui&lt;br /&gt;para provar isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renata Lima - 11/19/2004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-5421527204342699626?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/5421527204342699626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=5421527204342699626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/5421527204342699626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/5421527204342699626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2007/05/constante-mudana.html' title='Constante mudança'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-7926376533214343852</id><published>2007-05-11T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:05:47.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purpose</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;While you are here, somewhere, there are millions of others out there, somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;The location may not totally matter, but how we act and feel may be the biggest determinant of what is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;There is something deep inside our minds urging to be noticed, asking for attention,&lt;br /&gt;begging to be put in action.&lt;br /&gt;There is something peculiar to each one of us, that maybe nobody else can really tell us, but perhaps warn (alert) us that it exists.&lt;br /&gt;Our purpose needs to be found; our goals need to be pursued; our contentment needs to be spread.&lt;br /&gt;We wait for something to come, something to happen, or someone to take the first step.&lt;br /&gt;Why wait for so long and for someone else’s actions when our lives depend a lot on the actions and beliefs of our own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if people don’t understand our reasons and beliefs?&lt;br /&gt;Many times and many of them will not. But the perfect world is yet to be reached or realized.&lt;br /&gt;However it could exist in our minds, and that is good enough to make us proceed.&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of your existence is to find the purpose.&lt;br /&gt;The existence of the purpose makes life worth it and the purpose makes people find themselves.&lt;br /&gt;There are infinite states of mind, everywhere, beyond many thoughts we could imagine, beyond any knowledge we may have.&lt;br /&gt;The more we pursue teachings, the more we discover beyond our little world.&lt;br /&gt;It may take months, years, decades to realize ideas and dreams, but it all relies on the first step we take.&lt;br /&gt;No reaction happens without an action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Renata Lima - 10/13/2004&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-7926376533214343852?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/7926376533214343852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=7926376533214343852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/7926376533214343852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/7926376533214343852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/2007/05/purpose.html' title='Purpose'/><author><name>Renata Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04975203014066950688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVdkMks3iOc/SYlKxQ50bVI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VHMb2AKf34M/S220/eu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29793851.post-3449256175855399327</id><published>2007-05-11T00:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T00:24:37.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vias da Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Pelas vias as quais passa a vida,&lt;br /&gt;a vida mostra as vias por que passamos.&lt;br /&gt;Vias que levam a outras vias,&lt;br /&gt;vias que se encalham sem mostrar saida,&lt;br /&gt;vias diversas que escolhemos com o passar por outras vias.&lt;br /&gt;Nominamos cada via ao nosso jeito,&lt;br /&gt;da forma que a percebemos, e as vezes&lt;br /&gt;da forma que nao a percebemos,&lt;br /&gt;porque percepcoes sao diferentes&lt;br /&gt;para cada um de nós,&lt;br /&gt;ainda que a via seja a mesma&lt;br /&gt;para alguns dentre nós.&lt;br /&gt;Se julgamos demais ou tolimos demais&lt;br /&gt;nossas escolhas e as formas que gostariamos&lt;br /&gt;de viver, estreitamos as vias aos quais passamos&lt;br /&gt;e nao nos deixamos ser capazes de passar&lt;br /&gt;por vias maiores, ou ainda de compreender&lt;br /&gt;diferentes vias escolhidas por outros.&lt;br /&gt;Por certas vezes, nos deixamos estagnar&lt;br /&gt;na mesma via,&lt;br /&gt;sem buscar saida ou encontrar alternativas&lt;br /&gt;para descobrir o que pode ser a vida&lt;br /&gt;fora dessa via.&lt;br /&gt;Vias, vias e vias...&lt;br /&gt;Há possibilidade de vivermos fora delas?&lt;br /&gt;Poderiamos nos dar a chance de construir&lt;br /&gt;diferentes passagens e paisagens?&lt;br /&gt;Será que queremos com verdadeira&lt;br /&gt;força de vontade, a fim de ultrapassar as&lt;br /&gt;vias padroes e criarmos nossas proprias?&lt;br /&gt;Temos a possibilidade, as vezes falta açao,&lt;br /&gt;as vezes falta determinacao e planejamento,&lt;br /&gt;e muitas vezes apenas falta coragem de ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;e deixar pra tras as vias que nos dao amargas&lt;br /&gt;lembranças.&lt;br /&gt;Se as vias as quais passamos,&lt;br /&gt;nos fazem amadurecer, entao que as usemos&lt;br /&gt;para encontrar outras vias.&lt;br /&gt;Se as vias que nos trouxeram aborrecimentos&lt;br /&gt;e sofrimentos ainda se encontram abertas atras&lt;br /&gt;de nós, que nos esforcemos pra talvez deixá-las&lt;br /&gt;onde estao, e continuemos nossa caminhada&lt;br /&gt;encontrando outras que nos tragam&lt;br /&gt;melhores experiencias e buscas que valham a pena.&lt;br /&gt;Revoltas dentro de nós mesmos, contra pessoas&lt;br /&gt;ou fatos, apenas nos tornam mais amargos e&lt;br /&gt;descrentes.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, muitos de nós passam por essas vias,&lt;br /&gt;e para alguns de nós nao eh fácil se livrar delas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas sabemos porém que conseguiremos ser mais&lt;br /&gt;felizes quando essas vias passadas nao nos&lt;br /&gt;incomodarem mais.&lt;br /&gt;E se é assim, todo e qualquer esforço com a intençao&lt;br /&gt;de deixá-las para tras, será parte da nossa mudança&lt;br /&gt;e para a busca do melhor que ainda podemos&lt;br /&gt;fazer por nós mesmos ou por aqueles que&lt;br /&gt;fazem parte de nossas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Renata Lima - 18 de junho, 2003 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29793851-3449256175855399327?l=renata-nata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renata-nata.blogspot.com/feeds/3449256175855399327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29793851&amp;postID=3449256175855399327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/3449256175855399327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29793851/posts/default/3449256175855399327'/><link 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