tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74251610313355397542024-02-20T22:14:35.380-08:00Memórias (Mistérios) Maria Auxiliadora de Oliveira Amapolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01755747518688667006noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425161031335539754.post-47859816106622031932016-01-13T14:47:00.000-08:002016-01-13T14:52:17.167-08:00Memórias (Mistério)21 de Fevereiro de 2010<br />
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<span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="color: #555544; font-family: Arial; font-size: 18.0pt;"> Nesse blog, assim como nos
outros, eu relato episódios verdadeiros. Quis colocá-los num espaço específico,
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<span class="post-authorvcard"><i><span style="color: #555544; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10.0pt;">Postado por</span></i></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><i><span style="color: #555544; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10.0pt;"> <span itemprop="author" itemscope="itemscope" itemtype="http://schema.org/Person"></span></span></i></span><span class="fn"><i><span style="color: #555544; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10.0pt;"><a data-gapiattached="true" data-gapiscan="true" data-onload="true" href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/01755747518688667006" title="author profile"><b><span style="color: #669922; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span itemprop="name">Amapol</span></span></b><b><span style="color: #669922; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">a</span></b></a></span><a data-gapiattached="true" data-gapiscan="true" data-onload="true" href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/01755747518688667006" title="author profile"><span class="apple-converted-space"><b><span style="color: #669922; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"> </span></b></span></a></i></span><span class="post-timestamp"><i><span style="color: #555544; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10.0pt;">às</span></i></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><i><span style="color: #555544; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10.0pt;"> </span></i></span><span class="post-timestamp"><i><span style="color: #555544; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10.0pt;"><a href="http://acreditesepuder-amapola.blogspot.com.br/2010/02/memorias-misterios.html" title="permanent link"><b><span style="color: #669922; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><abbr class="published" itemprop="datePublished" style="border: none;" title="2010-02-21T08:37:00-08:00">08:3</abbr></span></b><b><span style="color: #669922; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">7</span></b></a></span></i></span><span class="item-controlblog-adminpid-1525940451"><i><span style="color: #555544; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10.0pt;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=7425161031335539754&postID=8803978645790481945&from=pencil" title="Editar postagem"><b><span style="color: #669922; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75"
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<cite><b><span style="color: #555544; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10.0pt; font-style: normal;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/06156236685293673860"><span style="color: #669922; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Pelos caminhos
da vida.</span></a></span></b></cite><span class="datetimesecondary-text"><span style="color: #555544; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10.0pt;"><a href="http://acreditesepuder-amapola.blogspot.com/2010/02/memorias-misterios.html?showComment=1266834864035#c639524304300617443"><b><span style="color: #669922; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">22 de fevereiro
de 2010 02:34</span></b></a></span></span><span style="color: #555544; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #555544; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10.0pt;">Começe a segunda feira fazendo uma limpeza!<br />
Varra de seu coração:<br />
a tristeza, a angústia, a aflição,<br />
<br />
Varra de sua vida:<br />
a inveja, a maledicência, a fofoca<br />
<br />
Varra do seu corpo:<br />
a preguiça, o tédio, os maus pensamentos<br />
<br />
Varra de seu caminho:<br />
o mau olhado, o mau agouro, o mau pressentimento<br />
<br />
Deixe fluir a alegria de sua alma<br />
Trabalhe seu corpo para o bem<br />
<br />
Agradeça por seu trabalho<br />
e acima de tudo<br />
começe sua semana com<br />
FELICIDADE no coração<br />
<br />
Pois novos horizontes se aproximam<br />
novas alegrias irão chegar<br />
e seu coração<br />
estará pronto pare receber tudo isso.<br />
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Desejo a você, uma linda semana!<br />
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beijooo.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<cite><b><span style="color: #555544; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10.0pt; font-style: normal;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994"><span style="color: #669922; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">meus instantes e
momentos</span></a></span></b></cite><span class="datetimesecondary-text"><span style="color: #555544; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10.0pt;"><a href="http://acreditesepuder-amapola.blogspot.com/2010/02/memorias-misterios.html?showComment=1266855080597#c2685091987139387980"><b><span style="color: #669922; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">22 de fevereiro
de 2010 08:11</span></b></a></span></span><span style="color: #555544; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #555544; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10.0pt;">vamos aguardar...<br />
maurizio<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<cite><b><span style="color: #555544; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10.0pt; font-style: normal;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/16301837531703367987"><span style="color: #669922; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Silvana Nunes
.'.</span></a></span></b></cite><span class="datetimesecondary-text"><span style="color: #555544; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10.0pt;"><a href="http://acreditesepuder-amapola.blogspot.com/2010/02/memorias-misterios.html?showComment=1266940878718#c35161684085325462"><b><span style="color: #669922; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">23 de fevereiro
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<span style="color: #555544; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10.0pt;">Opa, Amapola.<br />
Esse eu não conhecia. Vou tentar adicionar.<br />
Beijo.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<cite><b><span style="color: #555544; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10.0pt; font-style: normal;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/03788948944497205780"><span style="color: #669922; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">MUSICAL</span></a></span></b></cite><span class="datetimesecondary-text"><span style="color: #555544; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10.0pt;"><a href="http://acreditesepuder-amapola.blogspot.com/2010/02/memorias-misterios.html?showComment=1266964737033#c3941694887173605420"><b><span style="color: #669922; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">23 de fevereiro
de 2010 14:38</span></b></a></span></span><span style="color: #555544; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #555544; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10.0pt;">BOA TARDE.<br />
ESTOU AGUARDANDO.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /> Maria Auxiliadora de Oliveira Amapolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01755747518688667006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425161031335539754.post-10063512030204746622012-03-16T04:25:00.004-07:002012-03-16T04:36:23.841-07:00LIÇÕES<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCH0YZSDv16KUG_xyc5YiWSYkjN4UW0GreIuVBRfmwTFmJN22FvIOH_JFqseMdBGUkPy6AuO4RRZACvcNuNGLy4D08ahmAcSyhxAZ7PxN_xSpDmH6mdNTVE2BcuO_bsu6j8GAhuaL6Cx0/s1600/homem_de_preto.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCH0YZSDv16KUG_xyc5YiWSYkjN4UW0GreIuVBRfmwTFmJN22FvIOH_JFqseMdBGUkPy6AuO4RRZACvcNuNGLy4D08ahmAcSyhxAZ7PxN_xSpDmH6mdNTVE2BcuO_bsu6j8GAhuaL6Cx0/s200/homem_de_preto.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720455767927120738" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Arial">LIÇÕES</span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Arial"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Arial">Eu tinha dezenove anos e estava inconformada com uma tremenda coincidência que havia acontecido no meu trabalho. Na Telemig eu fazia ligações interurbanas, e o painel piscava quando alguém solicitava uma ligação.</span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Arial"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Arial">Eu já vivia um tormento, porque a minha mãe não me deixava namorar o Ronaldo. O meu primeiro namorado!<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Arial">Eu não o via há meses... e numa noite completei uma ligação dele, para uma moça de nome Cláudia, que morava em Sete Lagoas.</span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Arial"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Arial">Quando ele disse o seu nome, eu reconheci aquela voz rouca que mexia demais, comigo. A ligação foi demorada, e ao terminar, eu corri para o banheiro, desmanchando-me em lágrimas.</span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Arial"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Arial">Quando cheguei em casa, contei para a minha avó, e chorando muito eu repeti várias vezes, que dali em diante a minha meta seria dinheiro, já que no amor nada dava certo.</span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Arial"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Arial">Ela dizia com firmeza:<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Arial">__Isso é blasfêmia!!</span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Arial"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Arial">Dois dias depois, saí do trabalho às 23:hs. Ao passar na esquina da rua Tamoios com Rio de Janeiro, fui abordada por um homem alto, estranho, trajando uma enorme capa preta.</span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Arial"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Arial">Naquele tempo ainda havia inverno forte por esses lados, e as pessoas andavam muito encapotadas mesmo, mas esse era diferente.</span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Arial"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Arial">Um capuz cobria a sua cabeça, mas também, quase todo o seu rosto. Deu para ver um cafanhaque muito comprido e feio.</span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Arial"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Arial">Aquele trecho era meio escuro, eu não escondi o meu susto. Acelerei o passo, quando ele me pediu para parar e ouvi-lo.</span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Arial"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Arial">Quando parei, ele disse assim:<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Arial">__Eu posso fazer você ganhar muito, muito dinheiro!<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Arial">Tirou um cartão do bolso de sua capa, e me entregou, falando que ele era pintor e bastava eu posar pra ele, que eu ficaria rica.</span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Arial"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Arial">Eu peguei o cartão e saí quase correndo, sem olhar para trás.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Arial"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Arial">Em casa, contei pra todos, que ficaram abismados! No cartão não havia telefone. Só um nome e o endereço que era no bairro Santa Efigênia.</span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Arial"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Arial">No dia seguinte eu procurei no catálogo algum telefone próximo, e me disseram que ali por perto não havia nenhum ateliê e nem aquele número.</span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Arial"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Arial">Rasguei o cartão, mas nunca mais me esqueci desse episódio.</span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Arial"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Arial">16/03/2012<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Arial"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> Maria Auxiliadora de Oliveira Amapolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01755747518688667006noreply@blogger.com65tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425161031335539754.post-14226904183736337172011-04-28T15:34:00.001-07:002011-04-28T15:35:02.879-07:00CONSOLO<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 68); font-family: tahoma, 'Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 16px; ">Memórias (Mistério) CONSOLO</h3><div class="post-header"><div class="post-header-line-1"></div></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-4686417642503556533" style="line-height: 18px; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 1em; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5_-X1Lmd0WI9IxzL6_0_Tn_Z0uwldkWiY1hMUwL-RacrTDp-4tZ5RrsIn5inuc5fCK-ks0cu9s1CRMYxl_mOSuGTQi5fqBSOTJeIOhmZnL8YIvcFfhVNRsLr-YRh2Otn7sUGXdALnErU/s1600-h/TORNEIRA+ABERTA.jpg" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(102, 153, 34); background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5_-X1Lmd0WI9IxzL6_0_Tn_Z0uwldkWiY1hMUwL-RacrTDp-4tZ5RrsIn5inuc5fCK-ks0cu9s1CRMYxl_mOSuGTQi5fqBSOTJeIOhmZnL8YIvcFfhVNRsLr-YRh2Otn7sUGXdALnErU/s200/TORNEIRA+ABERTA.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447899648950274658" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 200px; " /></a><b><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">CONSOLO</span></div></b><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">Em 2002, quando o meu patrão foi morto e a família dele abriu o supermercado logo em seguida, foi muito difícil, estar ali, sem ele.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">O número de funcionários foi reduzido. Os poucos que continuaram, ficavam no primeiro andar, cuidando da liquidação das mercadorias.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">Eu trabalhava sozinha no segundo andar. Havia uma escada que terminava num depósito. Ao lado tinha uma pia, e logo depois, a porta da minha sala.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">Tavares tinha o costume de subir correndo aquelas escadas, lavava as mãos, e descia correndo, para ir almoçar.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">Minha tarefa agora, era organizar a papelada em caixas, para que o pai dele levasse tudo pra casa.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">Cada pasta que eu abria, era motivo para chorar. Xerox da identidade...agendas... lembretes.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">Abri um bilhete que ele havia colocado na minha mesa três dias antes, onde ele pedia para eu providenciar o restante da rescisão de contrato de uma ex-namorada, porque ele queria solucionar todas as pendências.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">Eu comecei a chorar de tal jeito, que nada me fazia parar. De repente...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">Aquela torneira começou a jorrar água, como se alguém a tivesse aberto, por inteiro.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">Eu parei de chorar e fiquei ouvindo.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">Era impossível alguém subir aquela escada, sem fazer barulho. Ela era de metal.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">Aquela água muita, jorrou durante uns trinta segundos. Depois, parou.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">Eu continuei quieta... aí senti do meu lado direito, o perfume que ele usava.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">30/01/2005</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "><br /></span></b></div></div></span> Maria Auxiliadora de Oliveira Amapolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01755747518688667006noreply@blogger.com60tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425161031335539754.post-5232647172753668322011-02-22T07:28:00.001-08:002011-02-22T07:29:18.095-08:00MOMENTO FANTÁSTICO<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 68); font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 16px; "><a href="http://mariamapola.blogspot.com/2010/06/memorias-momento-fantastico.html" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(102, 153, 34); background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">MEMÓRIAS (MOMENTO FANTÁSTICO)</a></h3><div class="post-header"><div class="post-header-line-1"></div></div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="line-height: 18px; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 1em; "><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; color: rgb(85, 85, 68); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbkyFsnC47_64tTHWq6n4D90vn7H6GxjtUWM9Lke-rVeMfiib8tdXqutTKbL9zHO1vdYKEoRhM9c6LxSz0StgMQclGlS7ge_USxU5FhTpQiqZ8I8xSv8Tn03GwqjiGaajMZZ_vKsfFx4Tn/s1600/AZUL+NEON.jpg" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(102, 153, 34); background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-repeat: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbkyFsnC47_64tTHWq6n4D90vn7H6GxjtUWM9Lke-rVeMfiib8tdXqutTKbL9zHO1vdYKEoRhM9c6LxSz0StgMQclGlS7ge_USxU5FhTpQiqZ8I8xSv8Tn03GwqjiGaajMZZ_vKsfFx4Tn/s200/AZUL+NEON.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478715763896073186" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; display: block; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-X6bhABCRg2-sZA50TaH2agiFJC_-J41uPC7H56W59vxT4SSMMOpWc1lyy1QIj6Ns1oYsDNNIh2oBNfQUC5vblCByi1_jFlRZn126-9p6PSe1PHq7owZH2OcTL9ULSbK6DgaU0C8QiULH/s1600/AURA+DAS+M%C3%83OS.jpg" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(102, 153, 34); background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-repeat: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-X6bhABCRg2-sZA50TaH2agiFJC_-J41uPC7H56W59vxT4SSMMOpWc1lyy1QIj6Ns1oYsDNNIh2oBNfQUC5vblCByi1_jFlRZn126-9p6PSe1PHq7owZH2OcTL9ULSbK6DgaU0C8QiULH/s200/AURA+DAS+M%C3%83OS.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478715331027362914" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; display: block; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 102px; " /></a><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">MOMENTO FANTÁSTICO</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">Em 1980, eu estava sozinha no quarto do pensionato onde morava. Era no centro de Belo Horizonte.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">As minhas colegas haviam saído; umas para a escola, outras pra namorar. Esse tipo de moradia pode também ser chamado de exílio familiar. Ali não tinha TV, nem rádio. A nossa distração era conversar. Cada uma contava as suas mazelas.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">Vendo-me sozinha, resolvi ir num templo Kardecista, que fica no bairro Floresta. Fui a pé, porque não tinha dinheiro pra condução.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">Quando atravessava a praça sete, começou a chover fininho e foi aumentando. Eu continuei caminhando debaixo da chuva, porque queria assistir aquela palestra linda, onde só se prega o bem. Lá, fala-se muito sobre a lei de causa e efeito, e o ponto principal é a caridade.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">Eles não só falam em Jesus, mas eles praticam Jesus.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">Cheguei ali com a roupa colada no corpo, os cabelos escorrendo água, e meus sapatos de salto, encharcados.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">Às dezenove horas, uma música clássica começou a tocar baixinho, enquanto o povo chegava. Ficou lotado. Depois, um coral masculino começou a cantar, intercalando com um coral feminino. Cantavam baixo, uma linda melodia.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">Ao terminarem, o palestrante rezou o Pai Nosso. Em seguida, falou para nos concentrarmos nos nossos problemas específicos. Nesse momento eu decidi não pensar em nada, porque eram tantos problemas, que eu não saberia escolher um. Preferi deixar Deus em paz!</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">Fiquei tão tranquila, que não sentia o desconforto daquela roupa molhada, nem de nada! Uma senhora muito gentil aproximou-se e me perguntou se eu queria tomar "passe". Entrei numa sala comprida, quase totalmente escura, e sentei-me.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">Um senhor chegou de mansinho e disse com ternura: __Pense em Jesus!</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">Eu não cheguei a pensar, porque quando ele aproximou as suas mãos da minha cabeça, fazendo com elas, um leve movimento para baixo, eu vi circundando todos os seus dedos, uma luz neon, azul claro.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">Era possível! Eu estava vendo a aura daquele servo de Deus. No primeiro instante eu não acreditei que estava realmente vendo uma coisa da qual se falava muito, nas revistas e na televisão.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">Arregalei meus olhos, e aquela luz maravilhosa continuava ali, na minha frente.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">Aquilo durou tantos minutos, que eu tive tempo de me lembrar do trecho de uma música do Gilberto Gil, que diz assim:</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">"MINHA AURA CLARA, SÓ QUEM É CLARIVIDENTE PODE VER... PODE VER..."</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">Então, eu tomei consciência de que se aquela luz estava visível pra mim, era porque naquele momento, eu estava acima da matéria! Era porque eu estava clarividente, assim como dizia a música.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">Quando eu me senti "a tal", </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">aquela luz se apagou para os meus olhos!</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">09/02/2005</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">(No dia seguinte eu telefonei pra lá, descrevendo aquele senhor, e perguntando qual era o seu nome. Me disseram que ele se chamava Jarbas. A minha intenção era procura-lo para relatar o fato. Porém, a vida corrida deixou o tempo passar tanto, que, em 2008 eu fui lá, mas me informaram que ele havia partido, em 2007)</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><br /></span></i></div></span></div></div></span> Maria Auxiliadora de Oliveira Amapolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01755747518688667006noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425161031335539754.post-18829300304990538932011-01-05T10:07:00.000-08:002011-01-05T10:12:56.736-08:00MEU SOBRINHO PARANORMAL<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; color: rgb(85, 85, 68); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "><div class="post hentry uncustomized-post-template"><div class="post-body entry-content" style="line-height: 18px; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 1em; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg99li8mDDyJR1jkflBmMFBaeAjFK4bl3HG_oHNz59KMZseHPmEp3eky65Pcd1hrm7CvgyfMBpL9FSrj-WxFag7sHoSb4BGJ29J8aZMsrQ-PUrjv7_uSGA5tH7mo-PEIgDrTLtiNq3oQ1Ne/s1600-h/PARANORMAL.jpeg" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(102, 153, 34); background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg99li8mDDyJR1jkflBmMFBaeAjFK4bl3HG_oHNz59KMZseHPmEp3eky65Pcd1hrm7CvgyfMBpL9FSrj-WxFag7sHoSb4BGJ29J8aZMsrQ-PUrjv7_uSGA5tH7mo-PEIgDrTLtiNq3oQ1Ne/s200/PARANORMAL.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428473596318483490" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; display: block; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></a><b><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">MEU SOBRINHO PARANORMAL (capítulo I)</span></div></b><div><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Meu irmão mais velho, casou-se no início dos anos sessenta. Uns três anos depois, nasceu um menino. No total, tiveram sete filhos, sendo quatro meninas e três meninos.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ele havia sonhado durante muitos anos, em ser padre. Mudou de idéia, quando se apaixonou. Continuou muito católico e era o funcionário padrão, da empresa onde trabalhou até se aposentar. Tinha o curso médio, que naquele tempo era chamado de científico.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Havia nutrido a esperança de se tornar advogado, estudando na faculdade de Ouro Preto, mas não conseguiu, por falta de lugar para se hospedar. Apesar de Mariana ficar pertinho de Ouro Preto, esse sonho tornou-se inviável.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">No fim dos anos sessenta, nos mudamos para Belo Horizonte, e ele continuou morando em Mariana, dedicando-se exclusivamente aos filhos e esposa.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Minha cunhada, sempre nos visitava.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Numa de suas visitas, no início dos anos setenta, ela mostrou-se preocupada e disse que o filho mais velho estava estranho e precisava de um médico.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Em Julho, ele estava de férias, e ela o levou lá em casa, onde ele ficaria por uns quinze dias.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Foi muito divertido... ele mesmo não sabia o que estava acontecendo, e queria nos mostrar as coisas estranhas que ele já havia tentado, e conseguido fazer.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Nos reuniu na sala. Pediu para alguém tirar a toalha da mesa e colocar um copo de vidro, numa das extremidades. Ficou afastado dela, para ninguém duvidar da sua proeza.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Cruzou seus braços... olhou para o copo, e fechou os olhos.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Aquele copo foi se arrastando sozinho sobre a mesa, em velocidade alternada, até chegar na outra ponta.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Alguém gritou: o copo vai cair! Nesse momento, o copo parou e ele abriu os olhos.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Minha avó, de mãos cruzadas, exclamou: Valha-me Deus!</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Então, ele nos levou até a porta, onde havia um vaso com folhagens grandes.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Disse assim: olhem para aquela folha ali... a folha curvou-se até se esbarrar no chão, depois levantou-se até se esbarrar na parede, depois, voltou ao normal.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Levou-nos até o portão e nos pediu silêncio. Esperou alguém passar no outro lado da rua, e disse assim: Querem ver uma coisa? Aquele rapaz, quando chegar na esquina, vai coçar a cabeça... ficar indeciso... e vai voltar, passando novamente por aqui.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ficamos observando... aconteceu tudinho, o que ele falou.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Morávamos num bairro bem próximo do centro de Belo Horizonte. O povo da redondeza ficou sabendo dos feitos dele, e nossa casa passou a ficar cheia de gente, que queria de todo jeito, que ele lhes falasse sobre seu futuro.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Uma universidade particular, queria estudar a cabeça dele, e para isso, ele teria que permanecer na capital.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Continua...</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="clear: both; 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color: rgb(85, 85, 68); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "><div class="post hentry uncustomized-post-template"><div class="post-body entry-content" style="line-height: 18px; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 1em; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqe3Qrd-MJPL9bnIVYzUycZ-SCzoUD9YfYnbJdhihLfucHfv4EuM1HfHHUQ4PB9OO-49Gx7VyoMzwdqZrgU87dhvj3g9AeSNw0pp_tLDfZCFYib8COndBOmmYiEuWRvpijBLgVpmXp_Y5y/s1600-h/PARANORMAL.jpeg" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(102, 153, 34); background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqe3Qrd-MJPL9bnIVYzUycZ-SCzoUD9YfYnbJdhihLfucHfv4EuM1HfHHUQ4PB9OO-49Gx7VyoMzwdqZrgU87dhvj3g9AeSNw0pp_tLDfZCFYib8COndBOmmYiEuWRvpijBLgVpmXp_Y5y/s200/PARANORMAL.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428834979873252210" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; display: block; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></a><b><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">MEU SOBRINHO PARANORMAL (Capítulo II)</span></div></b><div><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ele, por educação, atendia àquelas pessoas, chamando-as num cantinho da casa, para garantir a privacidade da situação. Era esquisito ve-lo agindo como uma pessoa adulta... vivida...</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Aquele menino de pouco mais de sete anos de idade, franzino... magrelinho, mesmo. Moreno, cabelos lisos e muito pretos... jeitinho do interior. (fazia-me lembrar o Mogli do desenho animado).</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ele não aceitava dinheiro de ninguém. Aquelas mesmas pessoas voltavam, dizendo que a profecia dele havia se concretizado, e com mais ansiedade ainda, queriam ser atendidas novamente.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Isso tudo, num espaço de poucos dias. Cada um, queria leva-lo aqui e ali, para mostra-lo em ambientes maiores.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Eu mesma, levei-o no meu trabalho. O meu patrão, o brilhante contador, Jarbas Estrella, ficou maravilhado... juntamente com os demais funcionários.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Num dia, ele me viu com um jornal rasgado na mão, e pediu para eu escolher algum texto, porque mesmo numa distancia de uns dois metros à minha frente, ele leria em voz alta, aquele artigo.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Eu escolhi um, cujo rasgado impedia a leitura das últimas palavras, em várias linhas.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ele ia lendo corretamente, até chegar no rasgado. Aí ele soletrava a palavra incompleta, acertando até a última letra.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A mãe dele era muito calma e simples. Olhava tudo, com um leve sorriso no rosto, mas sem entusiasmo... e com uma pontinha de medo.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Não vou relatar tudo que ele fez, porque esse texto ficaria muito grande.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ele não aceitou as propostas que a universidade teria, para estuda-lo.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Os dias foram se passando, e ele começou sentindo a necessidade de ficar só por alguns minutos.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">À tarde, quando o procurávamos, ele havia ido para o outro quarteirão, onde havia vários pés de eucalipto, para ali, se descansar.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Continua...</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div><br /></div><div style="clear: both; "></div></div><div class="post-footer" style="font-style: italic; "><div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1"><span class="post-author vcard">Postado por <span class="fn">Amapola</span> </span><span class="post-timestamp">às <a class="timestamp-link" href="http://amapolamaria.blogspot.com/2010/01/memorias-meu-sobrinho-paranormal_20.html" rel="bookmark" title="permanent link" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(102, 153, 34); background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; "><abbr class="published" title="2010-01-20T06:50:00-08:00" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; ">06:50</abbr></a></span><span class="reaction-buttons"></span><span class="star-ratings"></span><span class="post-comment-link"></span><span class="post-backlinks post-comment-link"></span><span class="post-icons"><span class="item-control blog-admin pid-1670288074" style="display: inline; 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position: relative; "><dt class="comment-author " id="c8687787320657687896" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; margin-top: 35px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 18px; background-image: url(http://www.blogblog.com/moto_son/commentbug.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: 0% 0%; "><a name="c8687787320657687896"></a><div class="avatar-image-container vcard" style="height: 37px; left: -45px; position: absolute; width: 37px; "><span dir="ltr"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007884923337500995" rel="nofollow" onclick="" class="avatar-hovercard" id="av-0-09007884923337500995" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(102, 153, 34); background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; 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Beijo</p></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="comment-timestamp"><a href="http://amapolamaria.blogspot.com/2010/01/memorias-meu-sobrinho-paranormal_20.html?showComment=1264006096611#c8687787320657687896" title="comment permalink" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(102, 153, 34); background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; ">20 de janeiro de 2010 08:48</a><span class="item-control blog-admin pid-1954093446" style="display: inline; "><a href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=8518982223138774690&postID=8687787320657687896" title="Excluir comentário" style="text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 153, 34); 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><p style="line-height: 18px; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 1em; ">Estou curiosa para saber como vai acabar essa história.<br />Beijo</p></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="comment-timestamp"><a href="http://amapolamaria.blogspot.com/2010/01/memorias-meu-sobrinho-paranormal_20.html?showComment=1264007390303#c2498140877819770519" title="comment permalink" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(102, 153, 34); background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; ">20 de janeiro de 2010 09:09</a><span class="item-control blog-admin pid-431616733" style="display: inline; 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text-decoration: none; color: rgb(102, 153, 34); background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj79OBBsl7clogi6L_dzZPqMjFrBs2cTmEsF1niONr72sqIC67tqPXtuGX8zpbjdatRiY7B6bpsFTHPiBTrgN0ukPMP0w61prQNwAInBbhQGfLaSFRdy5BU-uncv0BDXUo745phkOjOwoLf/s200/PARANORMAL.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428872315091761634" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; display: block; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></a><b>MEU SOBRINHO PARANORMAL (capítulo III)</b><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Numa tarde, ele voltou de lá, correndo... assustado!</b></div><div><b>Contou-nos que estava distraído, quando, de repente, apareceu diante dele um cachorro de tamanho normal, que foi crescendo... crescendo... até virar um monstro, quase do tamanho do pé de eucalipto. Ele disse que, tremendo de medo, abraçou-se ao tronco, e foi virando para o outro lado, para depois, correr.</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Já cansado de tanto assédio, somado agora, com a visão desse monstro, ele decidiu que iria embora junto com a sua mãe, que veio para ficar oito dias.</b></div><div><b>Dessa forma, dois dias depois, eles estariam de volta.</b></div><div><b>No lote dos eucaliptos, ele não voltou.</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Ficamos curiosas para saber como tudo havia começado.</b></div><div><b>Ele nos contou, que numa tarde, ao debruçar-se na janela da sua casa, ele olhou para o céu. Lá bem no alto, ele viu uma cruz bem grande, com Jesus crucificado. Mas não parecia escultura, era como se o corpo dele, fosse de carne e osso, e como se Cristo acabasse de morrer, naquele momento.</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Aí, dos pés da cruz, descia uma fonte de brilhantes brancos, que iam em direção à janela, caindo dentro da sala. Com as duas mãos, ele pegava os brilhantes no ar... mas eram tantos, que ele não sabia o que fazer.</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Nesse momento, meu irmão chegou na sala. Ao ve-lo com a expressão maravilhada, e fazendo movimentos com as mãos, ele chamou a minha cunhada, dizendo que precisavam leva-lo ao médico.</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Continua...</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b></b></div><div style="clear: both; "></div></div><div class="post-footer" style="font-style: italic; "><div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1"><span class="post-author vcard">Postado por <span class="fn">Amapola</span> </span><span class="post-timestamp">às <a class="timestamp-link" href="http://amapolamaria.blogspot.com/2010/01/memorias-meu-sobrinho-paranormal_72.html" rel="bookmark" title="permanent link" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(102, 153, 34); background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; "><abbr class="published" title="2010-01-20T09:15:00-08:00" style="border-top-style: none; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><p style="line-height: 18px; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 1em; ">Olá Ampola,<br /><br />obrigada pelas palavras sobre Santa Teresa. Realmente um testemunho para todos nós de amor ao próximo,<br /><br />beijinhos,<br /><br />Gisele</p></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="comment-timestamp"><a href="http://amapolamaria.blogspot.com/2010/01/memorias-meu-sobrinho-paranormal_72.html?showComment=1264017205064#c4908181750036765323" title="comment permalink" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(102, 153, 34); background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; ">20 de janeiro de 2010 11:53</a><span class="item-control blog-admin pid-1037533038" style="display: inline; "><a href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=8518982223138774690&postID=4908181750036765323" title="Excluir comentário" style="text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 153, 34); background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; "><img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/icon_delete13.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; display: block; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></a></span></span></dd></dl><p class="comment-footer" style="line-height: 18px; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 1em; "></p><div class="comment-form" style="max-width: 425px; clear: both; "><a name="comment-form"></a><h4 id="comment-post-message" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; ">POSTAR UM COMENTÁRIO</h4></div></div></span></div> Maria Auxiliadora de Oliveira Amapolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01755747518688667006noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425161031335539754.post-38564114715980658742011-01-05T09:52:00.000-08:002011-01-05T09:55:19.859-08:00MEU SOBRINHO PARANORMAL<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; color: rgb(85, 85, 68); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "><div class="post hentry uncustomized-post-template"><div class="post-body entry-content" style="line-height: 18px; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 1em; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxRTKvTRyCnpzlLrEk6Niwmi9s6Wmu6OfbR950jzArN-HPyyIVgZGid-arkDV3tVNmvn5q5w83tTRlwK_j7_kp0ze2RW6qMGA8E1j2raDi_X0_0Np14Bp_gwDkIxeZuPrYaq-L1Zuuw9TZ/s1600-h/PARANORMAL.jpeg" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(102, 153, 34); background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxRTKvTRyCnpzlLrEk6Niwmi9s6Wmu6OfbR950jzArN-HPyyIVgZGid-arkDV3tVNmvn5q5w83tTRlwK_j7_kp0ze2RW6qMGA8E1j2raDi_X0_0Np14Bp_gwDkIxeZuPrYaq-L1Zuuw9TZ/s200/PARANORMAL.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428926635849814242" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; display: block; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></a><b>MEU SOBRINHO PARANORMAL (Capítulo IV)</b><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Ele continuou relatando que:</b></div><div><b>Uns dez dias depois, à tarde, quando ele jogava baralhos com seu pai, percebeu que estava vendo todas as cartas que ele tinha nas mãos. Nesse dia, ele ganhou todas as partidas.</b></div><div><b>Ao terminar, abriu o jogo, contando o que tinha acontecido.</b></div><div><b>Seus pais resolveram, que deveriam leva-lo, para o padre benzer.</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Pouco tempo depois, era dia de prova na escola. Ele disse que a professora estava com uma folha de papel na mão, constando todas as respostas.</b></div><div><b>Ele ficou na dúvida se aproveitaria da situação ou não. Depois, decidiu deixar algumas questões sem resposta, para não ficar com a consciência pesada.</b></div><div><b>Foi assim que tudo começou.</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Enquanto ele falava, sua mãe, sentada no sofá, permanecia calada... no seu rosto, a expressão de calma... vez ou outra, com um sorriso pouco, demonstrava-se cansada.</b></div><div><b>Com a espontaneidade de criança, que era, de vez em quando, ele deixava alguém desconsertado, quando dizia assim: Oh... eu sei o que você está pensando...</b></div><div><b>Eles foram embora.</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Minha cunhada nunca deixou de nos visitar, mas os problemas de casa, ela omitia todos, para não importunar a minha mãe.</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Poucos anos depois, eles todos foram lá em casa. O menino mais novo, já havia apresentado um problema de retardamento mental. Não houve médico que desse jeito. Ele era atencioso...amoroso... mas os pais já sabiam que ele nunca seria independente. Isso os preocupava muito.</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Dessa vez, meu sobrinho havia decidido por uma pedra em cima dos "poderes", e todos respeitaram isso, não fazendo muitas perguntas. Era como se ele os tivesse perdido.</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Mesmo assim, num momento em que a sua mãe estava no banho, ele entrou na sala e disse assim: Vó... sabe o que eu acabei de ver? Vi que no futuro, eu é que vou cuidar do meu irmão, porque pai e mãe já vão estar mortos.</b></div><div><b>Minha mãe falou assustada: Não diga uma bobagem destas, meu filho...</b></div><div><b>Aí ele respondeu: Mas até lá, eu já serei adulto.</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Continua...</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><br /></div><div style="clear: both; "></div></div><div class="post-footer" style="font-style: italic; "><div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1"><span class="post-author vcard">Postado por <span class="fn">Amapola</span> </span><span class="post-timestamp">às <a class="timestamp-link" href="http://amapolamaria.blogspot.com/2010/01/memorias-meu-sobrinho-paranormal_5788.html" rel="bookmark" title="permanent link" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(102, 153, 34); background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; 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"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "><b>O tempo foi se passando...</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "><b>Num dia, minha cunhada disse que seus filhos haviam se tornado rebeldes, e ela não sabia mais o que fazer. Desanimada, comentou sobre a paranormalidade do mais velho, dizendo que aquilo, parecia coisa do mal. Eles eram adolescentes e todos pareciam ter enlouquecido de vez...</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "><b>Meu irmão, extremamente católico, rezava e assistia a missa todos os dias.Viu sua família inteira sair do seu contrôle, deixando-o decepcionado com a vida.</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "><b>Ele não gostava de visitas, queria viver somente cercado pelos filhos e sua esposa.</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b>O curioso, é que isto é uma característica de quase todos os meus irmãos homens. À medida que iam se casando, era como se enterrassem o passado, colocando uma pedra sobre nós.</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b>Demorava tanto para nos vermos, que, quando isso acontecia, era até engraçado.</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b>Eu nunca deixei de ama-los, apesar da esquisitisse e do descaso conosco.</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b>Meu sobrinho que, não fazia nada para provocar os seus poderes, passou a ter que suporta-los, toda vez que eles se manifestavam de forma aleatória, incoveniente e assustadora.</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b>Certa vez, no trabalho, ele conversava com seus colegas, no quarto do alojamento.De repente, a vidraça se explodiu. Outras vezes, eram pedradas nas janelas, que deixavam todos muito assustados. Esses fatos repetitivos iam afastando as pessoas dele.</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b>Ele saiu da empresa e se tornou autônomo.</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b>Aquele fantasma do cachorro, o incomodou várias vezes, lá no interior. Outros fantasmas também surgiram.</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b>Conquistar mulher bonita, nunca foi problema pra ele; porém, quando estava namorando, coisas terríveis aconteciam, obrigando-o à contar a sua história, que até naquele momento, ele havia omitido.</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b>Num dia, ele namorava dentro do carro, quando os dois ouviram o toca fitas ligar sozinho.Depois, o barulho da fita sendo colocada no aparelho... logo em seguida, ouviram uma música inteirinha, que foi sucesso na voz de uma cantora famosa, que se destacou nos anos setenta.</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b>Meu irmão ficou diabético e minha querida cunhada, cuidou dele com o maior carinho. Depois, ela apresentou problemas no coração. Fez alguns tratamentos, mas ao ficar diabética também, logo morreu.</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b>Meu irmão, além de doente, continuou enfrentando os desafios familiares, sozinho, e dessa vez, mais fragilizado ainda, porque havia perdido a sua amada.</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b>Aquele senhor viúvo, pai de sete filhos, era um homem inocente em vários aspectos. Não estava preparado, para a evolução daqueles dias sofridos.</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b>Quando a doença se agravou, nós nem ficamos sabendo. Havia um sigilo misterioso, esquisito...</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b>Meu irmão morreu, e nós só fomos saber, quase um mês depois.</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b>Quando os filhos homens vieram nos avisar, ficamos sabendo também, que meu irmão havia sido surrado pelas filhas, pouco antes da doença se agravar. Aí ele foi internado no hospital da cidade, onde nem chegou a esquentar o lugar.</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b>Depois, as brigas dos irmãos foi tanta, que cada um, foi pro seu canto.</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b>Meu sobrinho ficou cuidando daquele irmão, assim como ele havia previsto, lá... no passado.</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b>Vez ou outra ele vem nos visitar, mas vem como um cometa, deixando apenas o seu rastro.</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b>SE PARA BOM ENTENDEDOR</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b>POUCAS PALAVRAS BASTAM</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b>ELE FOGE DE SI MESMO</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b>CORRENDO DOS FANTASMAS AFINS</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b>NÃO SE PRIVANDO DOS RECURSOS</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b>QUE HÁ MUITO VIRARAM MODA, E FIM.</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b>22/01/2010</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; 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margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><p style="line-height: 18px; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 1em; ">AH... havia me esquecido de dizer:<br />Meu sobrinho, parece um lobo solitário.</p></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="comment-timestamp"><a href="http://amapolamaria.blogspot.com/2010/01/memorias-meu-sobrinho-paranormal_22.html?showComment=1264169325957#c857613518579325570" title="comment permalink" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(102, 153, 34); background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; ">22 de janeiro de 2010 06:08</a><span class="item-control blog-admin pid-1670288074" style="display: inline; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><p style="line-height: 18px; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 1em; ">Amapola, era para o teu sobrinho trabalhar toda esta força afim de ajudar a outros, para isso ele foi escolhido, não é todo mundo que pode dispor de tanta força interior. É uma pena que tudo tenha acabado assim. Poderia ter lhe valido tanto, mas a verdade é que, talvez, não estejamos preparados para lidar com algo, ao nosso ver, ainda tão desconcertante. Beijo, querida</p></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="comment-timestamp"><a href="http://amapolamaria.blogspot.com/2010/01/memorias-meu-sobrinho-paranormal_22.html?showComment=1264174525674#c2135085027831638657" title="comment permalink" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(102, 153, 34); background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; ">22 de janeiro de 2010 07:35</a><span class="item-control blog-admin pid-1954093446" style="display: inline; "><a href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=8518982223138774690&postID=2135085027831638657" title="Excluir comentário" style="text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 153, 34); background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; "><img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/icon_delete13.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; display: block; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></a></span></span></dd><dt class="comment-author " id="c4590314231977568833" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; margin-top: 35px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 18px; background-image: url(http://www.blogblog.com/moto_son/commentbug.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: 0% 0%; "><a name="c4590314231977568833"></a><div class="avatar-image-container vcard" style="height: 37px; left: -45px; position: absolute; width: 37px; "><span dir="ltr"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/16301837531703367987" rel="nofollow" onclick="" class="avatar-hovercard" id="av-3-16301837531703367987" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(102, 153, 34); background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxiIz4tGwy_SpLCDoeKkqViyEzZhbSfm0Df5aGQPtN0gB8fdOYOdzPBCUlwF0JLnzYidfYqx1D3CKEcS_zZsO7uzmulBQY2oBn0RE9MvZ46GE9oGF-5O383OGUbu21MaYyjxX-AS6kAYyz/s45/listen.jpg" width="35" height="35" alt="" class="delayLoad" longdesc="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxiIz4tGwy_SpLCDoeKkqViyEzZhbSfm0Df5aGQPtN0gB8fdOYOdzPBCUlwF0JLnzYidfYqx1D3CKEcS_zZsO7uzmulBQY2oBn0RE9MvZ46GE9oGF-5O383OGUbu21MaYyjxX-AS6kAYyz/s45/listen.jpg" title="Silvana Nunes .'." style="border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; display: block; float: right; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-right-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); " /></a></span></div><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/16301837531703367987" rel="nofollow" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(102, 153, 34); background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; ">Silvana Nunes .'.</a> disse...</dt><dd class="comment-body" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><p style="line-height: 18px; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 1em; ">Caramba, Amapola. É uma pena que tenha tido um final desses.<br />Beijo grande.</p></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="comment-timestamp"><a href="http://amapolamaria.blogspot.com/2010/01/memorias-meu-sobrinho-paranormal_22.html?showComment=1264246391286#c4590314231977568833" title="comment permalink" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(102, 153, 34); background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; ">23 de janeiro de 2010 03:33</a><span class="item-control blog-admin pid-431616733" style="display: inline; "><a href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=8518982223138774690&postID=4590314231977568833" title="Excluir comentário" style="text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 153, 34); background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; "><img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/icon_delete13.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; display: block; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></a></span></span></dd><dt class="comment-author " id="c7798275433729729365" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; margin-top: 35px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 18px; background-image: url(http://www.blogblog.com/moto_son/commentbug.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: 0% 0%; "><a name="c7798275433729729365"></a><div class="avatar-image-container vcard" style="height: 37px; left: -45px; position: absolute; width: 37px; "><span dir="ltr"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/13551199236223780992" rel="nofollow" onclick="" class="avatar-hovercard" id="av-4-13551199236223780992" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(102, 153, 34); background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzl_MATC2_dC0-IDqKHOX82G1vgpxjvV61HFu6Zta5-N7ZiUXM67AISkXPmUAt0y5I9UI4rnWGann8SN2-Z5xly1y0N0veLb-d7XWyyEO_4_JNunSYsXFc1UMYtpPVLDozg9gn255Zh0E/s45/ZC_blog_Image0,1.jpg" width="35" height="35" alt="" class="delayLoad" longdesc="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzl_MATC2_dC0-IDqKHOX82G1vgpxjvV61HFu6Zta5-N7ZiUXM67AISkXPmUAt0y5I9UI4rnWGann8SN2-Z5xly1y0N0veLb-d7XWyyEO_4_JNunSYsXFc1UMYtpPVLDozg9gn255Zh0E/s45/ZC_blog_Image0,1.jpg" title="Zé Carlos" style="border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; display: block; float: right; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-right-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); " /></a></span></div><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/13551199236223780992" rel="nofollow" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(102, 153, 34); background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; ">Zé Carlos</a> disse...</dt><dd class="comment-body" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><p style="line-height: 18px; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 1em; ">Oi minha menina, triste sua história familiar....<br /><br />Deus te conforte!!! Beijão do ZC</p></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="comment-timestamp"><a href="http://amapolamaria.blogspot.com/2010/01/memorias-meu-sobrinho-paranormal_22.html?showComment=1264427874910#c7798275433729729365" title="comment permalink" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(102, 153, 34); background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; ">25 de janeiro de 2010 05:57</a><span class="item-control blog-admin pid-1592512050" style="display: inline; "><a href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=8518982223138774690&postID=7798275433729729365" title="Excluir comentário" style="text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 153, 34); background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; "><img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/icon_delete13.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; display: block; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></a></span></span></dd><dt class="comment-author " id="c6440542715940746555" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; margin-top: 35px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 18px; background-image: url(http://www.blogblog.com/moto_son/commentbug.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: 0% 0%; "><a name="c6440542715940746555"></a><div class="avatar-image-container vcard" style="height: 37px; left: -45px; position: absolute; width: 37px; "><span dir="ltr"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483691475518932044" rel="nofollow" onclick="" class="avatar-hovercard" id="av-5-01483691475518932044" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(102, 153, 34); background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFMJSCCd2IGNwCcSf7Xi-e6rXpq3rvMVw8IDiYNWz9PCyRj3qVbt5zoE3OrrqeUXYhEFDgg77XMKnQqqIdudul-tfBhYxmXUcI_hKFnYqcvzu_8GNnfQ5hYnV17wvap0KDnZZ9CGSqiIs/s45/100_2567.JPG" width="35" height="35" alt="" class="delayLoad" longdesc="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFMJSCCd2IGNwCcSf7Xi-e6rXpq3rvMVw8IDiYNWz9PCyRj3qVbt5zoE3OrrqeUXYhEFDgg77XMKnQqqIdudul-tfBhYxmXUcI_hKFnYqcvzu_8GNnfQ5hYnV17wvap0KDnZZ9CGSqiIs/s45/100_2567.JPG" title="Juliana Galante" style="border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; display: block; float: right; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-right-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); " /></a></span></div><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/01483691475518932044" rel="nofollow" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(102, 153, 34); background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; ">Juliana Galante</a> disse...</dt><dd class="comment-body" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><p style="line-height: 18px; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 1em; ">Ainda não consegui vir ler tudo que quero e preciso, sim, ler o que vc escreve é preciso... Mas na minha correria de hoje eu precisava no minimo vir te contar o quanto vc tem sido importante nos meus dias... vc não pode imaginar o quanto...<br />Obrigada por entrar na minha vida assim...desse seu jeitinho tão especial<br />um beijo enorme da Ju</p></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="comment-timestamp"><a href="http://amapolamaria.blogspot.com/2010/01/memorias-meu-sobrinho-paranormal_22.html?showComment=1264437056492#c6440542715940746555" title="comment permalink" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(102, 153, 34); background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; ">25 de janeiro de 2010 08:30</a><span class="item-control blog-admin pid-292652652" style="display: inline; 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background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: 0% 0%; "><a name="c8359039730839413719"></a><div class="avatar-image-container vcard" style="height: 37px; left: -45px; position: absolute; width: 37px; "><span dir="ltr"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/16301837531703367987" rel="nofollow" onclick="" class="avatar-hovercard" id="av-6-16301837531703367987" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(102, 153, 34); background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxiIz4tGwy_SpLCDoeKkqViyEzZhbSfm0Df5aGQPtN0gB8fdOYOdzPBCUlwF0JLnzYidfYqx1D3CKEcS_zZsO7uzmulBQY2oBn0RE9MvZ46GE9oGF-5O383OGUbu21MaYyjxX-AS6kAYyz/s45/listen.jpg" width="35" height="35" alt="" class="delayLoad" longdesc="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxiIz4tGwy_SpLCDoeKkqViyEzZhbSfm0Df5aGQPtN0gB8fdOYOdzPBCUlwF0JLnzYidfYqx1D3CKEcS_zZsO7uzmulBQY2oBn0RE9MvZ46GE9oGF-5O383OGUbu21MaYyjxX-AS6kAYyz/s45/listen.jpg" title="Silvana Nunes .'." style="border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; display: block; float: right; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-right-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); " /></a></span></div><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/16301837531703367987" rel="nofollow" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(102, 153, 34); background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; ">Silvana Nunes .'.</a> disse...</dt><dd class="comment-body" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><p style="line-height: 18px; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 1em; ">Ontem eu passei pelo seu estado.<br />FOI DESSE JEITO QUE EU OUVI DIZER... deseja um BOM DIA !<br />Saudações Florestais !</p></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="comment-timestamp"><a href="http://amapolamaria.blogspot.com/2010/01/memorias-meu-sobrinho-paranormal_22.html?showComment=1264498972709#c8359039730839413719" title="comment permalink" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(102, 153, 34); background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; ">26 de janeiro de 2010 01:42</a><span class="item-control blog-admin pid-431616733" style="display: inline; 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border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; display: block; float: right; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-right-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); " /></a></span></div><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/13551199236223780992" rel="nofollow" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(102, 153, 34); background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; ">Zé Carlos</a> disse...</dt><dd class="comment-body" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><p style="line-height: 18px; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 1em; ">Maria, pq vc não responde ao meu e-mail? Estou aguardando.... Beijosssssssss ZC</p></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="comment-timestamp"><a href="http://amapolamaria.blogspot.com/2010/01/memorias-meu-sobrinho-paranormal_22.html?showComment=1264531414467#c6529505344293653012" title="comment permalink" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(102, 153, 34); background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; ">26 de janeiro de 2010 10:43</a><span class="item-control blog-admin pid-1592512050" style="display: inline; "><a href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=8518982223138774690&postID=6529505344293653012" title="Excluir comentário" style="text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; 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"><a name="c1150528095198379700"></a><div class="avatar-image-container vcard" style="height: 37px; left: -45px; position: absolute; width: 37px; "><span dir="ltr"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/13551199236223780992" rel="nofollow" onclick="" class="avatar-hovercard" id="av-8-13551199236223780992" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(102, 153, 34); background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzl_MATC2_dC0-IDqKHOX82G1vgpxjvV61HFu6Zta5-N7ZiUXM67AISkXPmUAt0y5I9UI4rnWGann8SN2-Z5xly1y0N0veLb-d7XWyyEO_4_JNunSYsXFc1UMYtpPVLDozg9gn255Zh0E/s45/ZC_blog_Image0,1.jpg" width="35" height="35" alt="" class="delayLoad" longdesc="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzl_MATC2_dC0-IDqKHOX82G1vgpxjvV61HFu6Zta5-N7ZiUXM67AISkXPmUAt0y5I9UI4rnWGann8SN2-Z5xly1y0N0veLb-d7XWyyEO_4_JNunSYsXFc1UMYtpPVLDozg9gn255Zh0E/s45/ZC_blog_Image0,1.jpg" title="Zé Carlos" style="border-top-width: 1px; 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margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><p style="line-height: 18px; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 1em; ">Maria, eu gosto de tal maneira dos seus comentários tão balizados, coerentes, bem escritos e lindos, que uma hora vou fazer uma coletânea deles e montar um post só seu!!!!<br /><br />Vc é um encanto. joseccm@terra.com.br<br /><br />Bjs do Zé Carlos</p></dd><dd class="comment-footer" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="comment-timestamp"><a href="http://amapolamaria.blogspot.com/2010/01/memorias-meu-sobrinho-paranormal_22.html?showComment=1264551630005#c1150528095198379700" title="comment permalink" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(102, 153, 34); background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; 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"></p><div class="comment-form" style="max-width: 425px; clear: both; "><a name="comment-form"></a><h4 id="comment-post-message" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; ">POSTAR UM COMENTÁRIO</h4></div></div></span></div> Maria Auxiliadora de Oliveira Amapolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01755747518688667006noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425161031335539754.post-75638891753644795012010-03-09T10:33:00.000-08:002010-03-09T12:29:09.212-08:00MEMÓRIAS (Mistério) (PEQUENAS TESTEMUNHAS)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWR8PVAd34JkPFZWBQlf98DP6cH23HWyHO-L5_z702xGhGZ_R2uH1I8EPKsCit8DTaD2gaXVHdj114ZGz3pncVtAbT72ns-SB8cDGYeJumUmF9R6wA15lzoQKl4u-vYGt13Unih75i62Y/s1600-h/CAVALEIRO.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWR8PVAd34JkPFZWBQlf98DP6cH23HWyHO-L5_z702xGhGZ_R2uH1I8EPKsCit8DTaD2gaXVHdj114ZGz3pncVtAbT72ns-SB8cDGYeJumUmF9R6wA15lzoQKl4u-vYGt13Unih75i62Y/s200/CAVALEIRO.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446704276828125714" /></a><b><div style="text-align: center;">PEQUENAS TESTEMUNHAS</div></b><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Na década de trinta, lá no triângulo mineiro, Luiz era um vaqueiro muito bonito, trabalhador e alegre. Depois de um dia de muito trabalho, antes de ir para a cama, gostava de tocar viola, sentado perto da varanda daquela imensa fazenda da sua família, à luz do luar.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Ali se reunia toda a família, alguns trabalhadores da fazenda, e até alguns vaqueiros da redondeza, que se espalhavam naquele terreiro de terra vermelha, onde acendiam uma pequena fogueira, e tomavam uma cachacinha, intercalando as bonitas canções que o Luiz tocava, com muitos casos, que entretia a todos.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Se não precisassem se levantar tão cedo, eles virariam a noite, ali.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Nessa fazenda, morava também o Roberto. Ele havia sido criado junto daquela família, que sempre o tratou como filho. Luiz tinha muitos irmãos, mas se identificava mais com o Roberto, que era o seu melhor amigo.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Ele chegou ali, onde foi adotado com três anos de idade, trazido pelas mãos do capataz. Sua mãe havia morrido, e ele não tinha outros parentes. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Nessa época, Luiz tinha cinco anos e já o recebeu de braços abertos. Cresceram juntos, sem nunca brigarem por nada.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Depois que se tornaram adultos, sempre iam se divertir, nos finais de semana, numa vila distante dali.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Num dia, sua mãe interrompeu a conversa deles, dizendo: A Rosinha, filha do compadre Joaquim, chegou hoje. Temos que ir lá, para fazer uma visita.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Ela havia passado quase três anos, fazendo companhia a uma tia, que morava na capital.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Logo que Luiz viu a Rosinha, o seu coração bateu mais forte! Ele nunca tinha pensado nela como mulher, porque quando viajou, ela era quase uma menina.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Agora, pouco tempo depois, ele viu diante de si, uma moça feita... bonita... alegre.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Ela também mostrou interesse, e depois de muita conversa, ela mesma se convidou para ouvi-lo tocar, naquela noite. Não demorou muito, os dois já estavam namorando. Rosinha tinha apenas quinze anos. Ele, vinte e três.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">A vida na fazenda, tornou-se ainda mais bonita para Luiz, que fez aquele namoro tornar-se mais sério, ficando noivo dela.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Ele estava apaixonado e marcou logo, a data do casamento. Para seu padrinho, convidou o Roberto.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Alguns meses se passaram e aproximava a data do enlace. Com isso, Luiz teve que ir várias vezes na vila, e sempre chamava o Roberto, para acompanha-lo.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Chegou o dia de buscar o terno. Foram no alfaiate, e quando estavam voltando, conversavam e sorriam como sempre.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Roberto quis parar para se descansar. Amarraram os cavalos no tronco de uma árvore, e sentaram ali perto, prosiando e preparando um cigarro de palha.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">De repente, Roberto jogou o seu cigarro no chão, aproximou-se do seu cavalo, e voltou, com uma espingarda na mão. Lentamente ele colocava a munição naquela arma, como se fosse caçar.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Luiz ficou observando e lhe perguntou: Que isso, Roberto! Não é hora de caçar... temos que chegar na fazenda, ainda claro.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Roberto aproximou-se dele e com os olhos brilhando de ódio respondeu: Luiz... a caça é você!</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Eu sempre fui apaixonado pela Rosinha, e não vou deixar, por nada, você se casar com ela.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Luiz arregalou os olhos... começou a tremer. Roberto estava quase apertando o gatilho, quando ironicamente disse: Ninguém vai desconfiar de mim, porque sou seu melhor amigo.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Olhe ao redor... não há nenhuma testemunha, ha! ha! ha!</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Nesse momento, Luiz viu uma mosca posar no cano da espingarda, e com a voz trêmula, lhe falou:</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Eu deixo as moscas, como minhas testemunhas!</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Roberto riu mais ainda, e disparou um tiro certeiro...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Amarrou o corpo do Luiz num dos cavalos, e montado no outro, cavalgou devagar, para a fazenda.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Ao entregar o Luiz para os seus pais, ele chorava muito, dizendo que aquilo foi um acidente.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">O enterro foi no cemitério da vila. As autoridades da redondeza estavam reunidas ali, prestando a última homenagem.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Roberto acompanhou tudo, fingindo um grande sofrimento. Na hora que o padre começou a rezar, veio uma chuva de moscas e grudou no corpo do Roberto, fazendo-o rolar-se pelo chão, dando berros que podiam ser ouvidos em toda a vila.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Enquanto ele se debatia, o povo ficou pasmado, e apenas o zumbido aterrorizante das moscas, misturava-se ao som dos seus gritos.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Roberto confessou aos berros, o seu crime, e nesse momento, as moscas partiram em retirada, fazendo um rastro escuro, que aos poucos, foi se dissipando naquele céu.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Ali mesmo, o delegado deu-lhe ordem de prisão!</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">02/02/2005</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i>Ouvi muitas e muitas vezes, a minha avó comentar essa história, com a minha mãe. Era engraçado, o jeito dela se referir ao Luiz, falando assim: Coitadinho do Luiz... moço bom... não merecia aquela traição.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> Maria Auxiliadora de Oliveira Amapolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01755747518688667006noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425161031335539754.post-6532194890503221432010-02-25T02:50:00.000-08:002010-02-25T04:29:00.060-08:00Memórias-Mistérios (ACREDITE SE PUDER)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ3ITAlB7XlmrthmJc68ew2Bqcf9CQZbPAzkj3Uhy6tkfvW5zVmlI71Oc1GnUCbH5xsLBeleykMmT94Dlun4UQxjtfISAWimqkY8RGz4MgfSHZ_MQMZKY5y9wGcrGAKPZFhFATH7rGWSU/s1600-h/pai+protetor.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ3ITAlB7XlmrthmJc68ew2Bqcf9CQZbPAzkj3Uhy6tkfvW5zVmlI71Oc1GnUCbH5xsLBeleykMmT94Dlun4UQxjtfISAWimqkY8RGz4MgfSHZ_MQMZKY5y9wGcrGAKPZFhFATH7rGWSU/s200/pai+protetor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442133603510037890" /></a><b><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">PAI PROTETOR</span></span></div></b><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Por volta de 1920, lá num cantinho da cidade de Vitória da Conquista, (Bahia), vivia o meu pai, cercado de muitos irmãos, pai e mãe. Família numerosa e pobre.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Ele tinha o costume de se juntar aos amiguinhos, logo pela manhã, para irem nadar nos lagos próximos do seu bairro.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Nesse dia, quando os colegas o chamaram, estavam entusiasmados porque haviam descoberto uma lagoa muito grande, que ficava bem longe das redondezas. Andaram... andaram... muitos queriam até desistir, porque tinham que chegar em casa, a tempo de tomarem um banho e seguirem para a escola.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Por fim, chegaram. O lugar era lindo... realmente, deslumbrante!</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">A água era parada e preta... a sua fundura, só Deus sabia onde ia chegar.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Todos, animadíssimos, tiraram as suas camisas, jogando-as no chão, ansiosos por darem um mergulho.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Meu pai tirou a sua, lentamente... e dirigiu-se até um pé de goiaba, para pendura-la ali.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Ao aproximar-se, deu de cara com um homem austero, raivoso... que olhava para ele, mostrando ira... muita ira! </span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Aquele menininho magrelo, assustou-se e nem quis pendurar a sua camisa. Apertou-a contra seu peito, e tremia, como ele só.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Encarou aquele homem de cima a baixo e exclamou: Pai... o que o senhor está fazendo aquí?</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Aquele senhor não perdeu tempo e lhe disse: Saia daqui agora! Essa lagoa é perigosa demais... Corra já pra casa, que sua mãe precisa muito de você! Jamais volte aqui, entendeu? jamais volte agui!</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Afonso vestiu apressadamente a sua camisa e disse aos colegas: Vamos correr daqui, já! Ninguém pula na água, por favor!</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">A turminha tentou resistir, mas ele, que era eloquente, os convenceu.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Todos o acompanharam de volta, e durante o trajeto, ele contou o que viu.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Ao aproximar-se de suas casas, cada um ia se dispersando... no fim da rua, só se via o magrelinho Afonso, dobrando a esquina. Dali mesmo, ele notou que havia uma aglomeração dos vizinhos, na porta de sua casa. Achou estranho... suas perninhas tremeram, seu coração se apertou.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Caminhou mais depressa... viu pessoas encostadas na parede, chorando e falando baixinho com as outras. Ao entrar na sala, ouviu alguém dizendo: Coitado... morreu dormindo!</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Seu pai, silenciosamente recepcionava seus visitantes, deitado sobre uma mesa de madeira, com suas mãos cruzadas e envoltas num têrço, onde ele rezava suas orações, até então.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">19/10/2003</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div> Maria Auxiliadora de Oliveira Amapolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01755747518688667006noreply@blogger.com5