tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32882935462880274642011-07-07T22:24:12.418-07:00graçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08110498367433412095noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3288293546288027464.post-81954676644504254142009-08-08T11:03:00.000-07:002009-08-08T11:13:27.117-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7okxj7IQ8i4/Sn3AElva4nI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rogYYC_FnjU/s1600-h/clarice03.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367657515978515058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7okxj7IQ8i4/Sn3AElva4nI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rogYYC_FnjU/s320/clarice03.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify">De Ulisses ela aprendera a ter coragem de ter fé – muita coragem, fé em quê? Na própria fé, que a fé pode ser um grande susto, pode significar cair no abismo, Lóri tinha medo de cair no abismo e segurava-se numa das mãos de Ulissses enquanto a outra mão de Ulisses empurrava-a para o abismo - em breve ela teria que soltar a mão menos forte do que a que a empurrava, e cair, a vida não é de se brincar porque em pleno dia se morre. A mais premente necessidade de um ser humano era tornar-se um ser Humano.</div><br /><div align="justify">Clarice Lispector- Uma aprendizagem ou o Livro dos prazeres</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3288293546288027464-8195467664450425414?l=espacodevida2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>graçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08110498367433412095noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3288293546288027464.post-4844298809769541432009-08-08T10:51:00.000-07:002009-08-08T10:54:50.940-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7okxj7IQ8i4/Sn27ozJqy-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/OaBvhh0D6oY/s1600-h/sayo+dev.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367652640495422434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7okxj7IQ8i4/Sn27ozJqy-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/OaBvhh0D6oY/s320/sayo+dev.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">[sayo]<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3288293546288027464-484429880976954143?l=espacodevida2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>graçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08110498367433412095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3288293546288027464.post-92186958144611215922009-08-08T10:47:00.000-07:002009-08-08T10:51:13.558-07:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;">Ändo à procura de espaço para o desenho da <span style="color:#ff0000;">vida</span>." </span><br />[Cecília Meireles]</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3288293546288027464-9218695814461121592?l=espacodevida2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>graçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08110498367433412095noreply@blogger.com0