<?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-1314522785655126033</id><updated>2012-02-10T04:14:03.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALMA NUA</title><subtitle type='html'>Porque a Alma nasce nua, assim deve continuar. Transparente, fiel e verdadeira.
Partilhar, porque na partilha todos crescemos.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrigobelard.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314522785655126033/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrigobelard.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rod Belard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478526925799237379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZanmjX9uZls/Sh3W5arP94I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/N_yFuP6BmFE/S220/ddhfqss6_25djcs7ffm_b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314522785655126033.post-5623320667409845841</id><published>2009-06-24T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T15:00:09.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>»»» O sorriso «««</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZanmjX9uZls/SkKh1ZC6ANI/AAAAAAAAAKU/EtP2Afa0FE8/s1600-h/1150888954_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZanmjX9uZls/SkKh1ZC6ANI/AAAAAAAAAKU/EtP2Afa0FE8/s320/1150888954_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351017245897785554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;No outro dia a caminho da praia, enquanto me encontrava numa fila gigantesca olhava as pessoas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Adicionar imagem" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Adicionar imagem" class="gl_photo" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;que passavam. De repente, olho para a direita e vejo uma criança com os pais, a pé. Num momento, eu olho para esse rapazinho pequeno e ele esboça, sem me conhecer de lado nenhum, um sorriso aberto dos mais belos, puros e sinceros que alguma vez vi e senti. Num instante percebi o que o Universo me estava a transmitir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Revi em mim a criança espontânea, livre e "preparada para nada" que algures esqueci. Foi como olhar para todas as estrelas, luas, sois e marés que tão em sintonia nos colocam com o Todo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Algures pelo caminho tendemos a adoptar uma postura que nos retira a sintonia natural com a nossa essência. Engraçado como algo tão simples e com a duração de menos de 2 segundos, toca tão profunda e sublimemente. Há mesmo Anjos a caminhar entre nós...mesmo que não se sintam ou reconheçam como tal.&lt;br /&gt;Com tudo isto, cheguei à conclusão final que realmente nasci para dizer a mim próprio...que realmente me amo. E tu ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y1JNbMgZyLk&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y1JNbMgZyLk&amp;amp;feature=related   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314522785655126033-5623320667409845841?l=rodrigobelard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrigobelard.blogspot.com/feeds/5623320667409845841/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314522785655126033&amp;postID=5623320667409845841' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314522785655126033/posts/default/5623320667409845841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314522785655126033/posts/default/5623320667409845841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrigobelard.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-sorriso.html' title='»»» O sorriso «««'/><author><name>Rod Belard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478526925799237379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZanmjX9uZls/Sh3W5arP94I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/N_yFuP6BmFE/S220/ddhfqss6_25djcs7ffm_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZanmjX9uZls/SkKh1ZC6ANI/AAAAAAAAAKU/EtP2Afa0FE8/s72-c/1150888954_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314522785655126033.post-1170488067660972581</id><published>2009-05-29T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T15:41:07.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>»»» Talvez, só + uma vez «««</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZanmjX9uZls/SiBiLF-G4LI/AAAAAAAAAI4/sxndCyrI8bI/s1600-h/thenotebook9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZanmjX9uZls/SiBiLF-G4LI/AAAAAAAAAI4/sxndCyrI8bI/s320/thenotebook9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341377100782166194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Hoje decido voar nas palavras e escorregar em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Só por hoje acredito que sou o meu final, o recomeço daquele que sempre espreitou algures por cima do ombro da alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Talvez o paraíso more no brilho da escuridão que tanto acendo ou, quem sabe, algures no fechar dum olhar que teimo em querer manter aberto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;O céu ecoa de mim para mim...no seu silêncio cego, ajoelho-me rendido à areia que me molha os joelhos, e flutuo de mão dada com o vento sobre a água que me baptiza e grita : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;- "Este amor é inquebrável. Onde sorrires, eu estarei lá".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.youtube.com/watch?v=SA7d3BwOCek"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SA7d3BwOCek"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SA7d3BwOCek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314522785655126033-1170488067660972581?l=rodrigobelard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrigobelard.blogspot.com/feeds/1170488067660972581/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314522785655126033&amp;postID=1170488067660972581' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314522785655126033/posts/default/1170488067660972581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314522785655126033/posts/default/1170488067660972581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrigobelard.blogspot.com/2009/05/talvez-so-uma-vez.html' title='»»» Talvez, só + uma vez «««'/><author><name>Rod Belard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478526925799237379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZanmjX9uZls/Sh3W5arP94I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/N_yFuP6BmFE/S220/ddhfqss6_25djcs7ffm_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZanmjX9uZls/SiBiLF-G4LI/AAAAAAAAAI4/sxndCyrI8bI/s72-c/thenotebook9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314522785655126033.post-232869849672775047</id><published>2009-05-27T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T15:41:59.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>»»» Basta viver «««</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZanmjX9uZls/Sh3NzJA4_2I/AAAAAAAAAII/1pP_b3tRtvo/s1600-h/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+nuvem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZanmjX9uZls/Sh3NzJA4_2I/AAAAAAAAAII/1pP_b3tRtvo/s400/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+nuvem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340651011607953250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Com este sinal...de vida, de Amor, de sorrisos e magia, inicio a 3ª época do meu blog. É verdade, isto é como as séries de tv, há várias temporadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;A primeira foi em 2006 e a 2ª algures em 2007 e 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Há tanto para escrever e tão pouco para dizer...tanto para sentir e tão pouco para exprimir..no entanto semanalmente prometo que venho aqui fazer um pouco de rapél da alma e quem sabe um pouco de bunjing jumping do coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Por isso, neste 1º post, acho que vos vou mesmo deixar com esta música fantástica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Fala por mim, e como as palavras andam caras neste tempo de pseudo crise (de valores?), fico-me pelo link.&lt;br /&gt;Sejam felizes, porque amanhã pode ser tarde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lW8chXeHNqM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lW8chXeHNqM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314522785655126033-232869849672775047?l=rodrigobelard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrigobelard.blogspot.com/feeds/232869849672775047/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314522785655126033&amp;postID=232869849672775047' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314522785655126033/posts/default/232869849672775047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314522785655126033/posts/default/232869849672775047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrigobelard.blogspot.com/2009/05/basta-viver.html' title='»»» Basta viver «««'/><author><name>Rod Belard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478526925799237379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZanmjX9uZls/Sh3W5arP94I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/N_yFuP6BmFE/S220/ddhfqss6_25djcs7ffm_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZanmjX9uZls/Sh3NzJA4_2I/AAAAAAAAAII/1pP_b3tRtvo/s72-c/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+nuvem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
