<?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-12617143</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:13:44.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gratia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratianet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12617143/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratianet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>gratia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597600834867855144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12617143.post-111512224543766184</id><published>2005-05-03T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T12:45:18.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mãos do Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O que tens nas mãos? Força? Poder? Manipulação?&lt;br /&gt;Ou terias destreza, talento, aptidão?&lt;br /&gt;Terias dinheiro, as rédeas da tua própria vida, tua obstinação?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez terias mãos fracas, trêmulas e sem condição?&lt;br /&gt;Ou feridas, sujas e pedintes de pão?&lt;br /&gt;Terias pobreza, desgosto na vida, algemas, prisão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mãos que seguram o cetro, governam.&lt;br /&gt;As mãos que tocam o piano, fazem a música.&lt;br /&gt;As mãos que movimentam a espada, dão a vitória ao guerreiro.&lt;br /&gt;As mãos que possuem a paixão, acariciam.&lt;br /&gt;Mas somente as mãos que suportaram os pregos concedem perdão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que mãos diferentes são essas mãos! Mãos que alçaram vitória de onde&lt;br /&gt;não se enxerga nenhum triunfo. Em meio aos pregos e as dores, bebeu o cálice amargo da suprema e doce vitória. Vitória que provém não de ganhar, mas sim de perder a própria vida!&lt;br /&gt;Mãos submissas, mãos obedientes,Mãos do amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ronie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12617143-111512224543766184?l=gratianet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratianet.blogspot.com/feeds/111512224543766184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12617143&amp;postID=111512224543766184' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12617143/posts/default/111512224543766184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12617143/posts/default/111512224543766184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratianet.blogspot.com/2005/05/mos-do-amor.html' title='Mãos do Amor'/><author><name>gratia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597600834867855144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
