Friday,Jan 4 2008, 04:04:02 PMYear New

One Year New, New Life. Dreams of better days, the peace reigning in the hearts, between the peoples. Children being born, stars that illuminate fortifying our ideals. Still I am I am a lost Odalisca in the desert, in search of its Sultão. A perpetual love, as the sky, moon, sun, stars, God do not exist differences between peoples, languages, customs or social inaquality when it happens, the Love speaks and everything is learned. A Goddess Atenas Greek, Egyptian Cleopatra for its beauty, a Indiana woman for its enchantments, one gueixa Japanese for its millenarian art, a Chinese for its legends at last women who had searched Love. The Man and the Woman "O man is raised of the creatures. Sublime The woman is most of the ideals. God made will be the man throne; Woman will be the an altar. The throne exalta; the santifica altar. The man is the brain; the woman the heart, the love. The fruitful light; the love revives. The man is the genius; the woman the angel. Imensurável The genius is; the indefinível angel. The aspiration of the man is the supreme glory; The aspiration of the woman, the distinguishes virtue. The glory translates largeness; the virtue translates deity. The man has the supremacy; the woman the preference. The supremacy represents forces. The preference represents the right. The man is strong will be the reason; the invincible woman will be the tears. The reason convinces; the sewing press comove. The man is capable of all the heroísmos; The woman of all the martyrdoms. The heroísmo enobrece; the martyrdoms sublima. The man is the code; the woman evangelho. The code corrects; evangelho perfects. The man is the temple; the woman, the sacrário. Before the temple, in we to discover them; Sacrário Before the we kneel ourselves. The man thinks; the woman dreams. You think is you have brain; You in dream is you have fronte an aureoles. The man is an ocean; the woman lake. The ocean has the pearl that embeleza; The lake has the poetry that it fascinates. The man is the eagle that flies; the woman rouxinol that she sings. You fly is you dominate the space; you sing is you conquer the soul. The man has the fanal; the conscience; The woman has to star: the hope. Fanal The guide, the disembarasses hope. At last... The man is placed where he finishes the land; The woman where the sky starts... Vitor Hugo

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Saturday,May 26 2007, 04:01:47 PMRETURNS

CLARICE LISPECTOR RETURNS. Of the things that I saw e, slowly, I was discovering the world of the causes, of where everything is initiated to appear in the world concrete of the transitory forms. I raised the eyes and I came across myself with the unusual full, insofismável, atordoante reality, calm and even so calm, but provoking an eddy of new ideas, questions without complete answers, therefore everything depends on my proper effort in penetrating this real dimension and widening my mental borders. I, am still the wild heart, a little domesticated ...

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Wednesday,May 23 2007, 07:41:11 PMSINTA, TO FEEL

Love X Passion If you think that passion is the same thing that love, confers some differences below: The passion makes you: To think about the person the entire day. To feel the will to be close to the people the entire time. To pass in the front of the house of person a thousand you leak, exactly knowing that it is not. To want to kiss, to hug and to be close to the person without stopping. To even feel jealousy of the air that the person breathes. To think that she goes to die to transfer one day without seeing the person. To feel the heart to jump ...

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