<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959</id><updated>2012-01-29T17:54:28.712-08:00</updated><category term='Provérbios'/><category term='Animais'/><category term='Faquir'/><category term='Horóscopo indiano'/><category term='Dança'/><category term='Deuses'/><category term='Vestuário'/><category term='Especiarias'/><category term='Tagore'/><category term='Vídeos'/><category term='Mantras'/><category term='Rejeb ben Sahli'/><category term='Amor'/><category term='Frutas'/><category term='Orações'/><category term='Incensos'/><category term='Receitas'/><category term='Lendas'/><category term='Omar Khayyam'/><category term='Curiosidades'/><category term='Ano novo'/><category term='Vocabulário'/><category term='Culinária'/><category term='Kama Sutra'/><category term='Gandhi'/><category term='Templos'/><category term='Hino'/><category term='Lótus'/><category term='Jóias'/><category term='Poemas'/><category term='Mudras'/><category term='Pássaros'/><category term='Citações'/><category term='Mehendi'/><category term='Chá'/><category term='Festas'/><category term='Histórias'/><category term='Kabir'/><category term='Adereços'/><category term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>Segredos da India</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>289</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-4398843701774741317</id><published>2012-01-29T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T17:53:58.215-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curiosidades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chá'/><title type='text'>Túlasi , O Manjericão Sagrado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y3CuOZkBgDs/TyX4KOLLXlI/AAAAAAAAUQo/bi4ZycW4BfA/s1600/mukta_carita_tulasi_face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y3CuOZkBgDs/TyX4KOLLXlI/AAAAAAAAUQo/bi4ZycW4BfA/s400/mukta_carita_tulasi_face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703237357621960274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Túlasi é uma variedade de manjericão medicinal reverenciado como uma das plantas mais sagradas da cultura indiana. A tradição antiga proclama que a Mãe Divina se manifestou na Terra como a Túlasi Sagrada para o benefício de toda criação.&lt;br /&gt;Em Sânscrito, tulanaa naasti athaiva tulasi – aquilo que é incomparável .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seus benefícios medicinais seriam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proteção e redução do estresse&lt;br /&gt;Melhora resistência e a perseverança&lt;br /&gt;É usada também em tratamentos como câncer, doenças cardíacas, artrite, diabetes e a demência neurológica.&lt;br /&gt;Chá de Túlasi pode ser feito de folhas vivas, secas ou pó.&lt;br /&gt;É uma forma poderosa de tratar doenças do corpo físico.&lt;br /&gt;É PRECISO FERVER A ÁGUA E DESPEJÁ-LA SOBRE AS FOLHAS.&lt;br /&gt;Cubra e deixe esta infusão pelo menos 20 minutos ( e até 2 horas) para liberar as propriedades curadoras da erva.&lt;br /&gt;Pode se deixar a Túlasi várias horas num jarro de vidro no sol.&lt;br /&gt;Beba e desfrute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segundo a tradição antiga , honrar a planta Túlasi desperta o amor puro e a devoção, traz paz e a felicidade á vida familiar, e cria harmonia na natureza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-4398843701774741317?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/4398843701774741317/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2012/01/tulasi-o-manjericao-sagrado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/4398843701774741317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/4398843701774741317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2012/01/tulasi-o-manjericao-sagrado.html' title='Túlasi , O Manjericão Sagrado'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y3CuOZkBgDs/TyX4KOLLXlI/AAAAAAAAUQo/bi4ZycW4BfA/s72-c/mukta_carita_tulasi_face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-5367774106208856656</id><published>2011-12-11T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T06:56:27.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natal na Índia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.myangelcardreadings.com/images/lantern.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 250px;" src="http://www.myangelcardreadings.com/images/lantern.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Exótico. Esta palavra descreve bem o Natal indiano. Mangueiras e bananeiras são decoradas na Índia durante o Natal. Ainda, os indianos usam as folhas destas árvores para decorar suas casas, além de lamparinas de óleo nas beiradas dos telhados e folhas de plantas tropicais e velas para decorar as igrejas.&lt;br /&gt;O Natal na Índia é extremamente rigoroso em termos de respeito aos rituais sagrados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saudação: Krismas ki subhkamna (Hindi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-5367774106208856656?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/5367774106208856656/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/12/natal-na-india.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/5367774106208856656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/5367774106208856656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/12/natal-na-india.html' title='Natal na Índia'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-2817198221507036718</id><published>2011-12-08T13:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T12:35:13.891-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Citações'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6U1d07aK0x0/TuEv-YITtmI/AAAAAAAATsQ/eaYQQoYF-H8/s1600/ragagopi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6U1d07aK0x0/TuEv-YITtmI/AAAAAAAATsQ/eaYQQoYF-H8/s400/ragagopi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683876953393968738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"A música é como um tapete, feito com muitos fios e fibras entrelaçados, de cores variadas, que formam desenhos geométricos no espaço antes de darem lugar ao silêncio. Um músico é como um tecelão que desenha sons no espaço vazio, e nos comove."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swami Dayananda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-2817198221507036718?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/2817198221507036718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/12/musica-e-como-um-tapete-feito-com.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/2817198221507036718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/2817198221507036718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/12/musica-e-como-um-tapete-feito-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6U1d07aK0x0/TuEv-YITtmI/AAAAAAAATsQ/eaYQQoYF-H8/s72-c/ragagopi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-5255195786647389781</id><published>2011-11-29T14:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T07:29:38.228-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gandhi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Citações'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-psFIo59QWpA/TvyHPR3ggBI/AAAAAAAAT_w/JjQWnjT-J1g/s1600/453px-Saraswati_with_Vitarka_Mudra.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-psFIo59QWpA/TvyHPR3ggBI/AAAAAAAAT_w/JjQWnjT-J1g/s400/453px-Saraswati_with_Vitarka_Mudra.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691572725653471250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Quando quiser doar alguma coisa, dê o que há de melhor em você".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gandhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-5255195786647389781?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/5255195786647389781/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/11/quando-quiser-doar-alguma-coisa-de-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/5255195786647389781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/5255195786647389781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/11/quando-quiser-doar-alguma-coisa-de-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-psFIo59QWpA/TvyHPR3ggBI/AAAAAAAAT_w/JjQWnjT-J1g/s72-c/453px-Saraswati_with_Vitarka_Mudra.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-2338473118067545383</id><published>2011-11-29T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T06:54:31.893-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gandhi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Citações'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mkb0sdAUlPE/TuTEHijGtkI/AAAAAAAATyc/JbZl7h0cjRI/s1600/flordopessegueiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 336px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mkb0sdAUlPE/TuTEHijGtkI/AAAAAAAATyc/JbZl7h0cjRI/s400/flordopessegueiro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684884263460582978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A verdade é dura como o diamante e macia como a flor do pessegueiro".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gandhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-2338473118067545383?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/2338473118067545383/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/11/verdade-e-dura-como-o-diamante-e-macia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/2338473118067545383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/2338473118067545383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/11/verdade-e-dura-como-o-diamante-e-macia.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mkb0sdAUlPE/TuTEHijGtkI/AAAAAAAATyc/JbZl7h0cjRI/s72-c/flordopessegueiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-8180557878577892713</id><published>2011-11-29T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T06:21:15.236-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Citações'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NBN4oIhFICY/TuIZTmJOnwI/AAAAAAAATv0/0Iev4U_z-Pw/s1600/jl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NBN4oIhFICY/TuIZTmJOnwI/AAAAAAAATv0/0Iev4U_z-Pw/s400/jl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684133504142450434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" Não arranques flores para guardá-las, continua caminhando e as flores alegrarão o teu caminho ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-8180557878577892713?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/8180557878577892713/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/11/nao-arranques-flores-para-guarda-las.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/8180557878577892713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/8180557878577892713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/11/nao-arranques-flores-para-guarda-las.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NBN4oIhFICY/TuIZTmJOnwI/AAAAAAAATv0/0Iev4U_z-Pw/s72-c/jl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-8275280232252298219</id><published>2011-11-19T10:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T13:53:27.129-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Citações'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://files.felizj.webnode.com.br/200000516-f234bf32ea/vela%20s%C3%B3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 458px; height: 342px;" src="http://files.felizj.webnode.com.br/200000516-f234bf32ea/vela%20s%C3%B3.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"A chama da sabedoria queima as impurezas. Na verdade, não há neste mundo purificante que se iguale à sabedoria."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhagavad-Gita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-8275280232252298219?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/8275280232252298219/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/11/chama-da-sabedoria-queima-as-impurezas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/8275280232252298219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/8275280232252298219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/11/chama-da-sabedoria-queima-as-impurezas.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-9176682643861287175</id><published>2011-11-19T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T13:43:09.022-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>De Amaru – Poesia Clássica Hindu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i8-jIrJtvfY/TuEvX43whzI/AAAAAAAATsE/5D7dnEjTClw/s1600/4caminho-musicas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i8-jIrJtvfY/TuEvX43whzI/AAAAAAAATsE/5D7dnEjTClw/s400/4caminho-musicas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683876292168025906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(trecho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;– Aonde vais pela alta noite adentro?&lt;br /&gt;– Encontrar-me com quem me é vida e morte.&lt;br /&gt;– E não tens medo de sair tão só?&lt;br /&gt;– Sozinha? Eu? Se vai comigo o amor!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;Eu disse "Deixa-me em paz",&lt;br /&gt;a atormentá-lo de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Levantou-se o meu amado,&lt;br /&gt;e foi-se embora enfadado.&lt;br /&gt;Que jeito com os homens ter?&lt;br /&gt;Tão duro, sem coração,&lt;br /&gt;e eu ardo em baixos desejos&lt;br /&gt;do falso ardor dos seus beijos.&lt;br /&gt;Minha amiga, que fazer?&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;Ao ver sua boca ao pé da minha boca,&lt;br /&gt;desviei o olhar. E as mãos pus nos ouvidos,&lt;br /&gt;quando as palavras dele retiniam.&lt;br /&gt;Também escondi com as mãos o suor de enleio&lt;br /&gt;que a fronte me perlava. Tentei tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas que fazer, quando senti que as vestes&lt;br /&gt;por si caíam por meu corpo abaixo?&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;Esmagados no abraço os seios dela,&lt;br /&gt;a pele tremia-lhe, e entre as suas ancas&lt;br /&gt;do amor a seiva oleosa transbordou.&lt;br /&gt;"Não, meu querido, outra vez... não... oh, deixa-me&lt;br /&gt;descansar", pedia num suspiro.&lt;br /&gt;E dorme? Ou morre? Ou se desvaneceu&lt;br /&gt;dentro em meu peito? Ou não é mais que um sonho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte:&lt;br /&gt;Poesia de 26 Séculos. Tradução de Jorge de Sena. Porto, Ed. Inova, 1971.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-9176682643861287175?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/9176682643861287175/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/11/de-amaru-poesia-classica-hindu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/9176682643861287175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/9176682643861287175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/11/de-amaru-poesia-classica-hindu.html' title='De Amaru – Poesia Clássica Hindu'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i8-jIrJtvfY/TuEvX43whzI/AAAAAAAATsE/5D7dnEjTClw/s72-c/4caminho-musicas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-5264880284191972186</id><published>2011-11-19T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T03:40:48.824-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provérbios'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-84777DTVXdQ/Ttytt6CUMrI/AAAAAAAAToI/FCmoN0uK72s/s1600/monge.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-84777DTVXdQ/Ttytt6CUMrI/AAAAAAAAToI/FCmoN0uK72s/s400/monge.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682607834019410610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se você remover pedra por pedra até mesmo uma montanha será demolida.&lt;br /&gt;Provérbio Hindu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-5264880284191972186?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/5264880284191972186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/11/se-voce-remover-pedra-por-pedra-ate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/5264880284191972186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/5264880284191972186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/11/se-voce-remover-pedra-por-pedra-ate.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-84777DTVXdQ/Ttytt6CUMrI/AAAAAAAAToI/FCmoN0uK72s/s72-c/monge.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-439914244298522794</id><published>2011-11-19T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T02:38:39.695-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provérbios'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jGrHG063jj0/TszNJRgvcwI/AAAAAAAATVI/mEaAOKremZ8/s1600/bindi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 379px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jGrHG063jj0/TszNJRgvcwI/AAAAAAAATVI/mEaAOKremZ8/s400/bindi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678138789410599682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aquele que tem&lt;br /&gt;Olhos para ver&lt;br /&gt;Ouvidos para escutar&lt;br /&gt;Coração para sentir&lt;br /&gt;Razão para compreender&lt;br /&gt;Saberá plenamente viver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provérbio hindu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-439914244298522794?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/439914244298522794/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/11/aquele-que-tem-olhos-para-ver-ouvidos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/439914244298522794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/439914244298522794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/11/aquele-que-tem-olhos-para-ver-ouvidos.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jGrHG063jj0/TszNJRgvcwI/AAAAAAAATVI/mEaAOKremZ8/s72-c/bindi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-4462252234928358729</id><published>2011-11-19T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T10:36:12.577-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Um poema da India antiga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJz3apcPUVo/TsvriXlUMlI/AAAAAAAATTQ/1aPj04xSckM/s1600/rekha_003_ks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJz3apcPUVo/TsvriXlUMlI/AAAAAAAATTQ/1aPj04xSckM/s400/rekha_003_ks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677890730909250130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta mesma lua ilumina a minha amada&lt;br /&gt;O vento acariciou já o seu rosto&lt;br /&gt;A lua impregnou-se da sua beleza&lt;br /&gt;e o vento do seu perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem ama de verdade pouco lhe basta&lt;br /&gt;para suportar a separação.&lt;br /&gt;Que ela e eu respiremos o mesmo ar&lt;br /&gt;e que os nossos pés pisem o mesmo céu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Autor anónimo) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-4462252234928358729?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/4462252234928358729/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/11/um-poema-da-india-antiga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/4462252234928358729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/4462252234928358729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/11/um-poema-da-india-antiga.html' title='Um poema da India antiga'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJz3apcPUVo/TsvriXlUMlI/AAAAAAAATTQ/1aPj04xSckM/s72-c/rekha_003_ks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-1911801530570008049</id><published>2011-11-18T03:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T03:20:35.642-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mudras'/><title type='text'>Mudrás</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-REcH5kMVRXw/TjYD_1hFKjI/AAAAAAAASEc/GnuEz1Ze6M4/s269/indiana3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-REcH5kMVRXw/TjYD_1hFKjI/AAAAAAAASEc/GnuEz1Ze6M4/s269/indiana3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Os Mudrás são  gestos simbólicos feito com as mãos, significando, literalmente, gesto, selo, senha ou chave. Provém da raiz mud, alegrar-se, gostar. Deve ser pronunciado sempre com o “a” tônico, e é palavra do gênero masculino (O Mudrá).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Mudra no budismo está sempre relacionado a um Mantra e um Mandala. Juntos eles formam os três segredos do universo, pensamento, verbo e ação (jap. Sanmitsu).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-1911801530570008049?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/1911801530570008049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/11/mudras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/1911801530570008049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/1911801530570008049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/11/mudras.html' title='Mudrás'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-REcH5kMVRXw/TjYD_1hFKjI/AAAAAAAASEc/GnuEz1Ze6M4/s72-c/indiana3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-8091573951805055058</id><published>2011-11-16T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T00:46:46.960-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Poema da Índia Antiga...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-llHqMeFP7xQ/TsRMVZJjmVI/AAAAAAAATNE/mSSoId61lVA/s1600/wolf-rayet-star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-llHqMeFP7xQ/TsRMVZJjmVI/AAAAAAAATNE/mSSoId61lVA/s400/wolf-rayet-star.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675745360805599570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esta mesma lua ilumina a minha amada&lt;br /&gt;O vento acariciou já o seu rosto&lt;br /&gt;A lua impregnou-se da sua beleza&lt;br /&gt;E o vento do seu perfume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem ama de verdade pouco lhe basta&lt;br /&gt;Para suportar a separação&lt;br /&gt;Que ela e eu respiremos o mesmo ar&lt;br /&gt;E que os nossos pés pisem o mesmo chão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-8091573951805055058?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/8091573951805055058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/11/poema-da-india-antiga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/8091573951805055058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/8091573951805055058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/11/poema-da-india-antiga.html' title='Poema da Índia Antiga...'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-llHqMeFP7xQ/TsRMVZJjmVI/AAAAAAAATNE/mSSoId61lVA/s72-c/wolf-rayet-star.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-8830982698800088267</id><published>2011-11-15T02:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T02:33:40.111-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zeFukg0WJM0/TsI_8YDZHgI/AAAAAAAATBo/Od1Na8TZbQM/s1600/pearl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zeFukg0WJM0/TsI_8YDZHgI/AAAAAAAATBo/Od1Na8TZbQM/s400/pearl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675168786921627138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ó mulher, não és apenas a obra-prima de Deus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas também a dos homens. Estes te enfeitam com a beleza&lt;br /&gt;do seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Os poetas tecem os teus véus com os fios de ouro da sua fantasia; os pintores imortalizam a forma de teu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Dá suas pérolas o mar, as minas dão seu ouro, dão suas flores os jardins estivais - para que sejas mais linda e mais preciosa.&lt;br /&gt;O desejo do homem coroa de glória tua mocidade.&lt;br /&gt;És metade mulher, metade sonho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-8830982698800088267?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/8830982698800088267/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-mulher-nao-es-apenas-obra-prima-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/8830982698800088267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/8830982698800088267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-mulher-nao-es-apenas-obra-prima-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zeFukg0WJM0/TsI_8YDZHgI/AAAAAAAATBo/Od1Na8TZbQM/s72-c/pearl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-1089521233867563618</id><published>2011-11-14T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T08:04:58.556-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gandhi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t5RVrJzRqpg/TsUwYqzWZbI/AAAAAAAATOk/U_KE_MYlvhE/s1600/hindiana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t5RVrJzRqpg/TsUwYqzWZbI/AAAAAAAATOk/U_KE_MYlvhE/s400/hindiana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675996105735038386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aquele que busca a verdade&lt;br /&gt;e obedece à lei do amor&lt;br /&gt;não pode estar preocupado com o amanhã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gandhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-1089521233867563618?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/1089521233867563618/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/11/aquele-que-busca-verdade-e-obedece-lei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/1089521233867563618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/1089521233867563618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/11/aquele-que-busca-verdade-e-obedece-lei.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t5RVrJzRqpg/TsUwYqzWZbI/AAAAAAAATOk/U_KE_MYlvhE/s72-c/hindiana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-1698741385912979749</id><published>2011-11-14T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T02:40:56.585-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gandhi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qYYWgejBOV0/TsJBrc95klI/AAAAAAAATC8/YkyCZOOnPzA/s1600/Digitalizar5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qYYWgejBOV0/TsJBrc95klI/AAAAAAAATC8/YkyCZOOnPzA/s400/Digitalizar5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675170695206244946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Quando vocês discutirem, não deixem que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seus corações se afastem, não digam palavras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que os distanciem mais, pois chegará um dia em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que a distância será tanta que não mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;encontrarão o caminho de volta".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mahatma Gandhi) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-1698741385912979749?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/1698741385912979749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/11/quando-voces-discutirem-nao-deixem-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/1698741385912979749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/1698741385912979749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/11/quando-voces-discutirem-nao-deixem-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qYYWgejBOV0/TsJBrc95klI/AAAAAAAATC8/YkyCZOOnPzA/s72-c/Digitalizar5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-6858141279745032519</id><published>2011-11-14T11:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T11:41:50.852-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bIJPlEosEjQ/TsFu0vGyjYI/AAAAAAAAS-c/AUty-h1sdlw/s1600/1191811_fotoboa300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bIJPlEosEjQ/TsFu0vGyjYI/AAAAAAAAS-c/AUty-h1sdlw/s400/1191811_fotoboa300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674938857740733826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Embora não tenham limites as minhas conquistas&lt;br /&gt;para mim há apenas uma cidade&lt;br /&gt;e nessa cidade um palácio&lt;br /&gt;e nesse palácio um quarto&lt;br /&gt;e nesse quarto uma cama&lt;br /&gt;e nessa cama uma mulher&lt;br /&gt;adormecida&lt;br /&gt;a jóia mais valiosa&lt;br /&gt;de toda a minha coroa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anónimo, Índia,&lt;br /&gt;In O vinho e as rosas&lt;br /&gt;Trad. de Jorge Sousa Braga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-6858141279745032519?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/6858141279745032519/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/11/embora-nao-tenham-limites-as-minhas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/6858141279745032519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/6858141279745032519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/11/embora-nao-tenham-limites-as-minhas.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bIJPlEosEjQ/TsFu0vGyjYI/AAAAAAAAS-c/AUty-h1sdlw/s72-c/1191811_fotoboa300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-4403015372230550829</id><published>2011-11-12T11:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T13:35:17.105-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hino'/><title type='text'>Hino da Índia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VqsCugePyiM/Tr7mjOxLcdI/AAAAAAAAS2Y/FdupJiS1rrs/s1600/india.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 372px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VqsCugePyiM/Tr7mjOxLcdI/AAAAAAAAS2Y/FdupJiS1rrs/s400/india.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674226073467580882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jana gana mana adhinayak jay he Bharat bhagya vidhata&lt;br /&gt;Punjab Sindh Gujarat Maratha Dravid Utkal Vang&lt;br /&gt;Vindhya Himachal Yamuna Ganga uchhal jaldhitarang&lt;br /&gt;Tava shubhaname jage, tava shubha ashish mage&lt;br /&gt;Gaye tava jay gatha&lt;br /&gt;Jana gana mangal dayak jay he Bharat bhagya vidhata&lt;br /&gt;Jay he, jay he, jay he&lt;br /&gt;Jay jay jay, jay he.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-4403015372230550829?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/4403015372230550829/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/11/hino-da-india.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/4403015372230550829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/4403015372230550829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/11/hino-da-india.html' title='Hino da Índia'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VqsCugePyiM/Tr7mjOxLcdI/AAAAAAAAS2Y/FdupJiS1rrs/s72-c/india.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-480006908745728753</id><published>2011-10-18T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T04:33:54.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curiosidades'/><title type='text'>Aarti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HhJs25QcbNQ/Tp1kCe6ATeI/AAAAAAAASa8/DhePE8hSGvA/s1600/aarti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HhJs25QcbNQ/Tp1kCe6ATeI/AAAAAAAASa8/DhePE8hSGvA/s400/aarti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664793900120821218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É arranjado numa bandeja de metal circular, com cinco lâmpadas de ghi, chamadas de nirañjanas, dispostas ao redor e untadas com ghi ou óleo. Quando acesas estas lâmpadas são usadas em movimentos circulares, da esquerda para a direita, diante da deidade enquanto são realizados sons ou cantos devocionais. Aarti é um ato de veneração e amor. Eles são feitos para as crianças nos dias dos seus aniversários, para um casal recém casado, ou como sinal de boas vindas para os convidados, e para os membros da família em ocasiões especiais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-480006908745728753?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/480006908745728753/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/10/aarti.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/480006908745728753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/480006908745728753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/10/aarti.html' title='Aarti'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HhJs25QcbNQ/Tp1kCe6ATeI/AAAAAAAASa8/DhePE8hSGvA/s72-c/aarti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-1306450477848726265</id><published>2011-08-22T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T03:55:36.239-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festas'/><title type='text'>Diwali</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vRpR0wwuYGE/TljNHe6oP1I/AAAAAAAASN8/yaNAbm9WPNY/s1600/diwali.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vRpR0wwuYGE/TljNHe6oP1I/AAAAAAAASN8/yaNAbm9WPNY/s400/diwali.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645487661350666066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Diwali é uma celebração de luzes. É uma ocasião para comemorar a vitória do bem contra o mal e da luz sobre a escuridão.&lt;br /&gt;É o mais importante festival indiano. Nesse dia, todos saem às ruas, afim de comemorar com fogos, dança, música, cores e muitas luzes a vitória do bem sobre o mal, em uma impressionante festa para a deusa da abundância e prosperidade, Lakshmi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;O mantra do Diwali:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayôdhyavasi Rám, Rám, Rám&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dasharathánandana Rám&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathita pavana janaki jívana Sítá môhana Rám&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i2MbeHmf3F4/TlMOJc-HqjI/AAAAAAAASNc/Yumcu2zLk9I/s1600/diwali.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i2MbeHmf3F4/TlMOJc-HqjI/AAAAAAAASNc/Yumcu2zLk9I/s400/diwali.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643870313583716914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-1306450477848726265?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/1306450477848726265/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/08/diwali.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/1306450477848726265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/1306450477848726265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/08/diwali.html' title='Diwali'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vRpR0wwuYGE/TljNHe6oP1I/AAAAAAAASN8/yaNAbm9WPNY/s72-c/diwali.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-2710105058794850678</id><published>2011-08-07T09:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T19:36:20.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gandhi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HGgbFyQbc64/TlW1FNObs8I/AAAAAAAASNs/_Uask-1PZPg/s1600/sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HGgbFyQbc64/TlW1FNObs8I/AAAAAAAASNs/_Uask-1PZPg/s400/sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644616809032954818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No mundo há riqueza suficiente para satisfazer as necessidades de todos, mas não para alimentar a ganância de cada um."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gandhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-2710105058794850678?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/2710105058794850678/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-mundo-ha-riqueza-suficiente-para.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/2710105058794850678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/2710105058794850678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-mundo-ha-riqueza-suficiente-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HGgbFyQbc64/TlW1FNObs8I/AAAAAAAASNs/_Uask-1PZPg/s72-c/sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-999615280551764453</id><published>2011-08-07T08:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T19:05:59.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gandhi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Citações'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6wujUwCghRs/TlMK7okieDI/AAAAAAAASNU/QUuvURbppdc/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 175px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6wujUwCghRs/TlMK7okieDI/AAAAAAAASNU/QUuvURbppdc/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643866777644595250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A felicidade é alcançada quando&lt;br /&gt;o que você pensa,&lt;br /&gt;o que se diz e&lt;br /&gt;o que você faz&lt;br /&gt;estão em harmonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gandhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-999615280551764453?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/999615280551764453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/08/felicidade-e-alcancada-quando-o-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/999615280551764453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/999615280551764453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/08/felicidade-e-alcancada-quando-o-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6wujUwCghRs/TlMK7okieDI/AAAAAAAASNU/QUuvURbppdc/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-8669930222075751208</id><published>2011-08-02T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T13:45:15.759-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curiosidades'/><title type='text'>Neem, Árvore da Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uLvfoNPtUW0/TjgrCrRYLII/AAAAAAAASFk/t7lGHwtNH-s/s1600/neem_%2Bflowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uLvfoNPtUW0/TjgrCrRYLII/AAAAAAAASFk/t7lGHwtNH-s/s400/neem_%2Bflowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636302258629520514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na Índia é considerada a Árvore Sagrada, por sua folhagem sempre verde, pela resistência de sua madeira, por seus benefícios profiláticos e terapêuticos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A "Farmácia da Aldeia" , é assim que a árvore Neem é reconhecida e reverenciada pelo povo hindu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inseticidade natural, repelente de insetos, fugicida, antiparasitária, bactericida e anti-sséptica, há mais de 3 mil anos essas propriedades do Neem são usadas pelos indianos, na higiene pessoal, na profilaxia e terapêutica humana, animal e vegetal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As flores da árvore NEEM, são de cor branca, pequenas e bissexuais. Nascem em cachos e seu aroma se assemelha ao do mel,  razão pela qual atraem  abelhas, sendo interessante para apicultura. Seu sabor é amargo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahatma Gandhi era um dos partidários mais convictos dos beneficios do Neem: fazia as suas preces à sobra de um Neem e consumia diariamente um chutney de folhas de Neem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-8669930222075751208?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/8669930222075751208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/08/neem-arvore-da-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/8669930222075751208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/8669930222075751208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/08/neem-arvore-da-vida.html' title='Neem, Árvore da Vida'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uLvfoNPtUW0/TjgrCrRYLII/AAAAAAAASFk/t7lGHwtNH-s/s72-c/neem_%2Bflowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-7178305076289626908</id><published>2011-08-02T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T04:25:34.396-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>O jardineiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLHv-MB3bMM/TlI8l17m47I/AAAAAAAASM8/BUNMWcKHm5A/s1600/figueira%2Bda%2Bindia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLHv-MB3bMM/TlI8l17m47I/AAAAAAAASM8/BUNMWcKHm5A/s400/figueira%2Bda%2Bindia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643639903878570930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostaria de falar as palavras mais profundas que tenho para ti, mas não me atrevo, porque poderias rir de mim. Então eu me rio de mim mesmo e diluo o meu segredo em brincadeiras. Caçôo da minha dor, para que não caçoes tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostaria de te dizer as palavras mais verdadeiras que tenho para ti; mas não me atrevo, porque poderias não me acreditar. Então eu as disfarço em mentiras, dizendo o contrário do que eu gostaria. Torno absurda a minha dor, para que não o faças tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostaria de usar as palavras mais preciosas que eu tenho para ti, mas não me atrevo, porque poderias me pagar com palavras de igual valor. Então eu te falo com rudeza e caçôo de ti com a minha força endurecida. Eu te maltrato, para que jamais conheças minha dor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostaria e sentar ao teu lado, em silêncio, mas não me atrevo, para que o meu coração não me saia pela boca. Então eu fico tagarelando e brincando, escondendo o meu coração por trás das palavras. Controlo duramente a minha dor, para que não a controles tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostaria de sair do teu lado; mas não me atrevo, pois temo que assim ficarias conhecendo minha covardia. Então eu levanto a cabeça e chego distraído à tua presença. E tu, com os insistentes golpes dos teus olhos, sempre renovas a minha dor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabindranath Tagore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-7178305076289626908?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/7178305076289626908/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-jardineiro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/7178305076289626908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/7178305076289626908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-jardineiro.html' title='O jardineiro'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLHv-MB3bMM/TlI8l17m47I/AAAAAAAASM8/BUNMWcKHm5A/s72-c/figueira%2Bda%2Bindia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-2055463293858898482</id><published>2011-08-02T09:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T04:14:33.664-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Histórias'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vDSgvHQssfI/TlDoi1mpAuI/AAAAAAAASMk/KNPntHPmTgI/s1600/turbantes-indianos01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vDSgvHQssfI/TlDoi1mpAuI/AAAAAAAASMk/KNPntHPmTgI/s400/turbantes-indianos01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643266018297578210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma história indiana conta que um homem estava fazendo um tour por todo o país quando chegou a uma cidadezinha e viu um ancião debaixo de uma árvore. Então lhe perguntou: quem são as grandes pessoas que nasceram nesta vila?E o ancião respondeu: apenas crianças nascem nesta cidadezinha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A grande sabedoria dessa história é que ninguém é importante logo que nasce. Nossa grandeza vem do que fazemos e construímos para as nossas vidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-2055463293858898482?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/2055463293858898482/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/08/uma-historia-indiana-conta-que-um-homem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/2055463293858898482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/2055463293858898482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/08/uma-historia-indiana-conta-que-um-homem.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vDSgvHQssfI/TlDoi1mpAuI/AAAAAAAASMk/KNPntHPmTgI/s72-c/turbantes-indianos01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-3113260439429099352</id><published>2011-08-02T09:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T10:25:48.863-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lendas'/><title type='text'>Lenda indiana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KzMJ-l47Y9A/Tkv5fupF5NI/AAAAAAAASMU/8T5bGHhZ4vY/s1600/Almofada_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KzMJ-l47Y9A/Tkv5fupF5NI/AAAAAAAASMU/8T5bGHhZ4vY/s400/Almofada_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641877281703322834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma vez, um homem estava viajando e, acidentalmente entrou no paraíso, sentou-se embaixo de uma das árvores-dos-desejos. Sem saber do poder delas e vencido pelo cansaço, ele pegou no sono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando despertou estava com muita fome, então disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Estou com tanta fome que desejaria poder conseguir alguma comida em algum lugar. E imediatamente apareceu comida, vinda do nada, simplesmente uma deliciosa comida, flutuando no ar. Ele estava tão faminto que não prestou atenção de onde viera aquela comida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começou a comê-la assim que a viu. Somente depois que sua fome foi saciada é que voltou a olhar ao redor. Outro pensamento seguiu em sua mente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Se ao menos conseguisse algo para beber... E, imediatamente apareceu excelentes sucos e néctares. Bebendo e relaxando na brisa fresca , sob a sombra da árvore, começou a pensar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O que está acontecendo? O que está havendo? Estou sonhando ou existem espíritos ao meu redor que estão fazendo truques comigo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E espíritos apareceram. O homem, então, começou a tremer e um pensamento lhe veio à mente: - Agora seguramente vou morrer! E zaz !!! Assim aconteceu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta história tem apenas um significado: sua mente é a árvore-dos-desejos, e o que você pensa, mais cedo ou mais tarde, há de se realizar. Ás vezes o intervalo entre o pensamento e o acontecimento é tão grande que nos esquecemos completamente que, de alguma maneira, desejamos o ocorrido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, se prestarmos atenção, verificaremos que todos os nossos pensamentos, medos e receios é que estão criando nossas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos nós somos um pouco "mágicos". E todos estamos fiando e tecendo um mundo ao nosso redor, sem mesmo tomarmos conta disso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fontes consultadas:  www.grandefraternidadebranca.com.br/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-3113260439429099352?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/3113260439429099352/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/08/lenda-indiana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/3113260439429099352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/3113260439429099352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/08/lenda-indiana.html' title='Lenda indiana'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KzMJ-l47Y9A/Tkv5fupF5NI/AAAAAAAASMU/8T5bGHhZ4vY/s72-c/Almofada_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-8849810291096807653</id><published>2011-08-02T09:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T12:16:08.740-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provérbios'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gV4TYR7jseE/TjgkKiKGxGI/AAAAAAAASFU/n6-oIsct78o/s1600/indiana3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gV4TYR7jseE/TjgkKiKGxGI/AAAAAAAASFU/n6-oIsct78o/s400/indiana3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636294697040659554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Se estamos em um quarto escuro e dizemos que não há luz,&lt;br /&gt;é porque alguma vez vimos a luz. Algo parecido ocorre com a felicidade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provérbio hindu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-8849810291096807653?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/8849810291096807653/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/08/se-estamos-em-um-quarto-escuro-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/8849810291096807653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/8849810291096807653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/08/se-estamos-em-um-quarto-escuro-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gV4TYR7jseE/TjgkKiKGxGI/AAAAAAAASFU/n6-oIsct78o/s72-c/indiana3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-7654023824868700020</id><published>2011-08-01T06:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T08:32:24.661-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Não posso oferecer-lhe uma única flor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uruPxuJgrPE/Tkfqd0JRqeI/AAAAAAAASLs/p_6Sb_6tHG0/s1600/06%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uruPxuJgrPE/Tkfqd0JRqeI/AAAAAAAASLs/p_6Sb_6tHG0/s400/06%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640734856239491554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não posso oferecer-lhe uma única flor&lt;br /&gt;Dentre todos os tesouros da primavera,&lt;br /&gt;Nem um único raio de luz do ouro destas nuvens.&lt;br /&gt;Abre a sua porta e olha&lt;br /&gt;E, dentre as flores de teu jardim,&lt;br /&gt;Colhe a lembrança do perfume das flores&lt;br /&gt;Que há cem anos já morreram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oxalá possas sentir na alegria de teu coração&lt;br /&gt;A alegria viva que nesta manhã de abril te envio&lt;br /&gt;Atravessando cem anos e cantando sempre venturosa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-7654023824868700020?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/7654023824868700020/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/08/nao-posso-oferecer-lhe-uma-unica-flor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/7654023824868700020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/7654023824868700020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/08/nao-posso-oferecer-lhe-uma-unica-flor.html' title='Não posso oferecer-lhe uma única flor'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uruPxuJgrPE/Tkfqd0JRqeI/AAAAAAAASLs/p_6Sb_6tHG0/s72-c/06%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-5315160532795522572</id><published>2011-08-01T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T05:17:22.865-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagore'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ve7ewHwRB5A/Tke8wewsQiI/AAAAAAAASLk/QvH5s39YB9Y/s1600/bf79.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ve7ewHwRB5A/Tke8wewsQiI/AAAAAAAASLk/QvH5s39YB9Y/s400/bf79.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640684599381869090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que é isto que aperta meu peito?&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma quer sair para o infinito ou a alma do mundo quer entrar em meu coração?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-5315160532795522572?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/5315160532795522572/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/08/que-e-isto-que-aperta-meu-peito-minha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/5315160532795522572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/5315160532795522572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/08/que-e-isto-que-aperta-meu-peito-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ve7ewHwRB5A/Tke8wewsQiI/AAAAAAAASLk/QvH5s39YB9Y/s72-c/bf79.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-284209065282119818</id><published>2011-08-01T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T02:54:00.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Citações'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q872m8ig90I/TkOmo6Lsz3I/AAAAAAAASLc/KaDKGUKAHuo/s1600/3566938003_3642b077e6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q872m8ig90I/TkOmo6Lsz3I/AAAAAAAASLc/KaDKGUKAHuo/s400/3566938003_3642b077e6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639534380141301618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O poder infinito de Deus não está na tempestade, mas na brisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabindranath Tagore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-284209065282119818?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/284209065282119818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-poder-infinito-de-deus-nao-esta-na.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/284209065282119818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/284209065282119818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-poder-infinito-de-deus-nao-esta-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q872m8ig90I/TkOmo6Lsz3I/AAAAAAAASLc/KaDKGUKAHuo/s72-c/3566938003_3642b077e6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-412209869704251611</id><published>2011-08-01T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T08:31:37.099-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Citações'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8L7rTDe899g/TkKkPgwN3yI/AAAAAAAASLU/52e49qAH8ZI/s1600/india5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8L7rTDe899g/TkKkPgwN3yI/AAAAAAAASLU/52e49qAH8ZI/s400/india5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639250269818445602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida de um poeta é como uma flauta na qual Deus entoa sempre melodias novas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabindranath Tagore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-412209869704251611?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/412209869704251611/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/08/vida-de-um-poeta-e-como-uma-flauta-na.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/412209869704251611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/412209869704251611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/08/vida-de-um-poeta-e-como-uma-flauta-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8L7rTDe899g/TkKkPgwN3yI/AAAAAAAASLU/52e49qAH8ZI/s72-c/india5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-7470142929282247822</id><published>2011-08-01T05:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T08:28:24.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagore'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MrPju0sdha8/TkKjew3o0MI/AAAAAAAASLM/BP94gMbHlGw/s1600/espelho2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MrPju0sdha8/TkKjew3o0MI/AAAAAAAASLM/BP94gMbHlGw/s400/espelho2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639249432330948802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Formosura, procura encontrar-te no amor, não na adulação do espelho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabindranath Tagore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-7470142929282247822?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/7470142929282247822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/08/formosura-procura-encontrar-te-no-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/7470142929282247822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/7470142929282247822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/08/formosura-procura-encontrar-te-no-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MrPju0sdha8/TkKjew3o0MI/AAAAAAAASLM/BP94gMbHlGw/s72-c/espelho2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-1892257246255231668</id><published>2011-08-01T05:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T05:26:40.179-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagore'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFC7mdh9jyo/TkJ48ucBV0I/AAAAAAAASLE/6GqGWd69Kg0/s1600/nadia-davdas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFC7mdh9jyo/TkJ48ucBV0I/AAAAAAAASLE/6GqGWd69Kg0/s400/nadia-davdas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639202668074325826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O amor é um mistério sem fim, já que não há nada que o explique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabindranath Tagore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-1892257246255231668?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/1892257246255231668/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-amor-e-um-misterio-sem-fim-ja-que-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/1892257246255231668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/1892257246255231668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-amor-e-um-misterio-sem-fim-ja-que-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFC7mdh9jyo/TkJ48ucBV0I/AAAAAAAASLE/6GqGWd69Kg0/s72-c/nadia-davdas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-6076890828757921375</id><published>2011-08-01T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T10:01:53.309-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>A Mulher Inspiradora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YcCXloyIvzU/TkFn8ZWAshI/AAAAAAAASIU/IBzLKYJ_i-Q/s1600/ba58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YcCXloyIvzU/TkFn8ZWAshI/AAAAAAAASIU/IBzLKYJ_i-Q/s400/ba58.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638902495737590290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulher, não és só obra de Deus;&lt;br /&gt;os homens vão-te criando eternamente&lt;br /&gt;com a formosura dos seus corações,&lt;br /&gt;e os seus anseios&lt;br /&gt;vestiram de glória a tua juventude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por ti o poeta vai tecendo&lt;br /&gt;a sua imaginária tela de oiro:&lt;br /&gt;o pintor dá às tuas formas,&lt;br /&gt;dia após dia,&lt;br /&gt;nova imortalidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para te adornar, para te vestir,&lt;br /&gt;para tornar-te mais preciosa,&lt;br /&gt;o mar traz as suas pérolas,&lt;br /&gt;a terra o seu oiro,&lt;br /&gt;sua flor os jardins do Verão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulher, és meio mulher,&lt;br /&gt;meio sonho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabindranath  Tagore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-6076890828757921375?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/6076890828757921375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/08/mulher-inspiradora.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/6076890828757921375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/6076890828757921375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/08/mulher-inspiradora.html' title='A Mulher Inspiradora'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YcCXloyIvzU/TkFn8ZWAshI/AAAAAAAASIU/IBzLKYJ_i-Q/s72-c/ba58.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-7090745656557625743</id><published>2011-08-01T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T12:57:53.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Citações'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PYKa6nJ4YIU/TkA_sQ0nUbI/AAAAAAAASIM/KRmOsEvU0OA/s1600/056%2Bbrahma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PYKa6nJ4YIU/TkA_sQ0nUbI/AAAAAAAASIM/KRmOsEvU0OA/s400/056%2Bbrahma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638576763130302898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Adormeci e sonhei que a vida era alegria; despertei e vi que a vida era serviço; servi e vi que o serviço era alegria."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-7090745656557625743?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/7090745656557625743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/08/adormeci-e-sonhei-que-vida-era-alegria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/7090745656557625743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/7090745656557625743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/08/adormeci-e-sonhei-que-vida-era-alegria.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PYKa6nJ4YIU/TkA_sQ0nUbI/AAAAAAAASIM/KRmOsEvU0OA/s72-c/056%2Bbrahma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-6932289872355138071</id><published>2011-08-01T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T06:00:04.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QPeqAKBwyNQ/TjvoznqeUQI/AAAAAAAASGc/EBJnGOssGE8/s1600/india2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QPeqAKBwyNQ/TjvoznqeUQI/AAAAAAAASGc/EBJnGOssGE8/s400/india2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637355332102410498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Tu enches os meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Dia após dia;&lt;br /&gt;Saúdo-te na solidão&lt;br /&gt;Fora do mundo;&lt;br /&gt;Tu tomaste posse&lt;br /&gt;Da minha vida e da minha morte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como o sol ao nascer&lt;br /&gt;A minha alma contempla-te&lt;br /&gt;Com um único olhar.&lt;br /&gt;És como o alto céu,&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou como o mar infinito&lt;br /&gt;Com a lua cheia no meio;&lt;br /&gt;Estás sempre em paz,&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou sempre inquieto,&lt;br /&gt;Embora no horizonte distante&lt;br /&gt;Nos encontremos sempre."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-6932289872355138071?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/6932289872355138071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/08/tu-enches-os-meus-pensamentos-dia-apos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/6932289872355138071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/6932289872355138071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/08/tu-enches-os-meus-pensamentos-dia-apos.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QPeqAKBwyNQ/TjvoznqeUQI/AAAAAAAASGc/EBJnGOssGE8/s72-c/india2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-1715464910498178720</id><published>2011-08-01T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T18:49:25.137-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Citações'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CxVScKGCwvQ/Tjn6nN7l7wI/AAAAAAAASGU/-6XXakzNhwU/s1600/voo8hw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CxVScKGCwvQ/Tjn6nN7l7wI/AAAAAAAASGU/-6XXakzNhwU/s400/voo8hw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636811960292339458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O silêncio saberá proteger-te a voz, como o ninho protege as aves adormecidas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-1715464910498178720?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/1715464910498178720/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-silencio-sabera-proteger-te-voz-como.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/1715464910498178720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/1715464910498178720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-silencio-sabera-proteger-te-voz-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CxVScKGCwvQ/Tjn6nN7l7wI/AAAAAAAASGU/-6XXakzNhwU/s72-c/voo8hw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-3837306562868619937</id><published>2011-08-01T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T18:43:37.389-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagore'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LR8bBAOy_aE/Tjn5LKEQr1I/AAAAAAAASGM/6Q28_ozTE28/s1600/bharathanatyam_Y1_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LR8bBAOy_aE/Tjn5LKEQr1I/AAAAAAAASGM/6Q28_ozTE28/s400/bharathanatyam_Y1_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636810378706988882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Há alegria no jogo eternamente variado dos seus matizes, na música das suas vozes, na dança dos seus movimentos. A morte não pode ser verdade enquanto não desaparecer a alegria do coração do ser humano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabindranath Tagore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-3837306562868619937?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/3837306562868619937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/08/ha-alegria-no-jogo-eternamente-variado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/3837306562868619937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/3837306562868619937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/08/ha-alegria-no-jogo-eternamente-variado.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LR8bBAOy_aE/Tjn5LKEQr1I/AAAAAAAASGM/6Q28_ozTE28/s72-c/bharathanatyam_Y1_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-1148138664780562563</id><published>2011-08-01T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T19:57:06.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Amor pacífico e fecundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8pF7pbkXSJw/TjytcMBo_0I/AAAAAAAASGs/EIeHX-qqr_E/s1600/053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 363px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8pF7pbkXSJw/TjytcMBo_0I/AAAAAAAASGs/EIeHX-qqr_E/s400/053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637571533337067330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero amor que não saiba dominar-se,&lt;br /&gt;desse, como vinho espumante,&lt;br /&gt;que parte o copo e se entorna,&lt;br /&gt;perdido num instante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me esse amor freso e puro como a tua chuva,&lt;br /&gt;que abençoa a terra sequiosa,&lt;br /&gt;e enche as talhas do lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor que penetre ate o centro da vida,&lt;br /&gt;e dali se estenda como seiva invisível,&lt;br /&gt;até os ramos da árvore da existência,&lt;br /&gt;e faça nascer&lt;br /&gt;as flores e os frutos.&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me esse amor que conserva tranquilo o coração,&lt;br /&gt;na plenitude da paz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabindranath Tagore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-1148138664780562563?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/1148138664780562563/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/08/amor-pacifico-e-fecundo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/1148138664780562563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/1148138664780562563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/08/amor-pacifico-e-fecundo.html' title='Amor pacífico e fecundo'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8pF7pbkXSJw/TjytcMBo_0I/AAAAAAAASGs/EIeHX-qqr_E/s72-c/053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-404377225802136392</id><published>2011-07-31T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T19:01:51.982-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Flor de lótus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U-N9ru8chr0/TjYI7ELwJ6I/AAAAAAAASEs/CBNiJkJPKDI/s1600/lotus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U-N9ru8chr0/TjYI7ELwJ6I/AAAAAAAASEs/CBNiJkJPKDI/s400/lotus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635701794529093538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No dia em que a flor de lótus desabrochou&lt;br /&gt;A minha mente vagava, e eu não a percebi.&lt;br /&gt;Minha cesta estava vazia e a flor ficou esquecida.&lt;br /&gt;Somente agora e novamente, uma tristeza caiu sobre mim.&lt;br /&gt;Acordei do meu sonho sentindo o doce rastro&lt;br /&gt;De um perfume no vento sul.&lt;br /&gt;Essa vaga doçura fez o meu coração doer de saudade.&lt;br /&gt;Pareceu-me ser o sopro ardente no verão, procurando completar-se.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sabia então que a flor estava tão perto de mim&lt;br /&gt;Que ela era minha, e que essa perfeita doçura&lt;br /&gt;Tinha desabrochado no fundo do meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabindranath Tagore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-404377225802136392?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/404377225802136392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/07/flor-de-lotus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/404377225802136392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/404377225802136392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/07/flor-de-lotus.html' title='Flor de lótus'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U-N9ru8chr0/TjYI7ELwJ6I/AAAAAAAASEs/CBNiJkJPKDI/s72-c/lotus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-6460999187275533543</id><published>2011-07-30T15:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T15:45:39.329-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YHGvAPPM9ws/TjSJga_C0lI/AAAAAAAASDs/pIEd0KMryxs/s1600/namaste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YHGvAPPM9ws/TjSJga_C0lI/AAAAAAAASDs/pIEd0KMryxs/s400/namaste.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635280223839900242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Para adornar-te, para vestir-te, para fazer-te mais preciosa,&lt;br /&gt;o mar dá as suas pérolas, a terra o seu ouro,&lt;br /&gt;os jardins as suas flores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabindranath Tagore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-6460999187275533543?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/6460999187275533543/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/07/para-adornar-te-para-vestir-te-para.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/6460999187275533543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/6460999187275533543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/07/para-adornar-te-para-vestir-te-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YHGvAPPM9ws/TjSJga_C0lI/AAAAAAAASDs/pIEd0KMryxs/s72-c/namaste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-8107573560416941520</id><published>2011-07-26T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T09:26:43.009-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curiosidades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vestuário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adereços'/><title type='text'>Bindi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMvFMcJdqxE/Ti72IvNRsnI/AAAAAAAASDc/vMQwUEF1FjY/s1600/bindi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 379px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMvFMcJdqxE/Ti72IvNRsnI/AAAAAAAASDc/vMQwUEF1FjY/s400/bindi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633710813858607730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“A beleza de uma mulher é multiplicada mil vezes quando usa um bindi”. Assim diz um provérbio hindu, ressaltando o importante papel que o bindi possui para a beleza das indianas. Entretanto, este adereço não é apenas um simples acessório de moda; ele carrega vários significados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A palavra bindi vem do sânscrito bindu, que significa ponto, gota e é conhecido como o terceiro olho místico. “Fica posicionado no ájnã chakra ou no chakra frontal para aumentar a concentração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-8107573560416941520?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/8107573560416941520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/07/bindi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/8107573560416941520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/8107573560416941520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/07/bindi.html' title='Bindi'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMvFMcJdqxE/Ti72IvNRsnI/AAAAAAAASDc/vMQwUEF1FjY/s72-c/bindi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-6887227330707593643</id><published>2011-07-26T10:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T09:27:02.004-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provérbios'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6OX63Dvv0Mk/TjglNlR8TsI/AAAAAAAASFc/yYnhJrF3zR0/s1600/NEEM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6OX63Dvv0Mk/TjglNlR8TsI/AAAAAAAASFc/yYnhJrF3zR0/s400/NEEM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636295848930070210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A árvore não prova a doçura dos próprios frutos, o rio não bebe suas próprias ondas, e as nuvens não despejam água sobre si mesmas: a força dos bons deve ser usada para benefício de todos.&lt;br /&gt;Provérbio hindu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-6887227330707593643?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/6887227330707593643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/07/arvore-nao-prova-docura-dos-proprios.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/6887227330707593643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/6887227330707593643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/07/arvore-nao-prova-docura-dos-proprios.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6OX63Dvv0Mk/TjglNlR8TsI/AAAAAAAASFc/yYnhJrF3zR0/s72-c/NEEM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-1976590877723914873</id><published>2011-07-26T09:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T09:22:55.088-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provérbios'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--VemLlUNEdo/Ti7wtuS9W_I/AAAAAAAASDM/nHxqE6J4VvE/s1600/Benzaiten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--VemLlUNEdo/Ti7wtuS9W_I/AAAAAAAASDM/nHxqE6J4VvE/s400/Benzaiten.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633704852199398386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"As coisas mais importantes da vida, não são coisas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provérbio hindu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-1976590877723914873?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/1976590877723914873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/07/as-coisas-mais-importantes-da-vida-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/1976590877723914873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/1976590877723914873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/07/as-coisas-mais-importantes-da-vida-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--VemLlUNEdo/Ti7wtuS9W_I/AAAAAAAASDM/nHxqE6J4VvE/s72-c/Benzaiten.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-2124033700119845475</id><published>2011-07-26T09:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T09:33:42.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lendas'/><title type='text'>Lenda indiana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PCrHEMyfkNU/Ti7wJ8dPAsI/AAAAAAAASC8/0yl88UPZ57k/s1600/namaste-0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PCrHEMyfkNU/Ti7wJ8dPAsI/AAAAAAAASC8/0yl88UPZ57k/s400/namaste-0.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633704237525304002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No conceito indiano, o Paraíso é composto por árvores-dos-desejos, as  quais basta você sentar debaixo e desejar qualquer coisa para que  imediatamente se realize, sem que haja intervalo entre o desejo e a  realização.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-2124033700119845475?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/2124033700119845475/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/07/se-estamos-em-um-quarto-escuro-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/2124033700119845475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/2124033700119845475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/07/se-estamos-em-um-quarto-escuro-e.html' title='Lenda indiana'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PCrHEMyfkNU/Ti7wJ8dPAsI/AAAAAAAASC8/0yl88UPZ57k/s72-c/namaste-0.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-6124774598644275593</id><published>2011-07-26T09:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T09:49:53.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provérbios'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bc36P6NzpPI/Ti7ulTpN_kI/AAAAAAAASCs/N6NgZJnTUJw/s1600/altar-do-incenso-exodo-30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bc36P6NzpPI/Ti7ulTpN_kI/AAAAAAAASCs/N6NgZJnTUJw/s400/altar-do-incenso-exodo-30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633702508582796866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Os homens que dizem o que é agradável são sempre bem-vindos, mas os que dizem verdades desagradáveis não encontram auditório”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provérbio hindu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-6124774598644275593?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/6124774598644275593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/07/os-homens-que-dizem-o-que-e-agradavel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/6124774598644275593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/6124774598644275593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/07/os-homens-que-dizem-o-que-e-agradavel.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bc36P6NzpPI/Ti7ulTpN_kI/AAAAAAAASCs/N6NgZJnTUJw/s72-c/altar-do-incenso-exodo-30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-3216358266727345232</id><published>2011-07-26T09:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T09:52:34.016-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provérbios'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-epHuv9I3CRg/TjWIRDdPIiI/AAAAAAAASD8/-xWXvg-AYtE/s1600/ganges4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-epHuv9I3CRg/TjWIRDdPIiI/AAAAAAAASD8/-xWXvg-AYtE/s400/ganges4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635560335291130402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Por mais numerosos que sejam os meandros do rio, ele termina por desembocar no mar. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provérbio hindu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-3216358266727345232?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/3216358266727345232/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/07/por-mais-numerosos-que-sejam-os.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/3216358266727345232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/3216358266727345232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/07/por-mais-numerosos-que-sejam-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-epHuv9I3CRg/TjWIRDdPIiI/AAAAAAAASD8/-xWXvg-AYtE/s72-c/ganges4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-6505629771118956105</id><published>2011-07-26T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T09:59:36.069-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provérbios'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vqWcaqf-L0s/Ti7tZxHnnvI/AAAAAAAASCk/rrgx57a0va8/s1600/hindu_wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vqWcaqf-L0s/Ti7tZxHnnvI/AAAAAAAASCk/rrgx57a0va8/s400/hindu_wedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633701210824875762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"O amor é como uma bordadeira, que morre se não tem em&lt;br /&gt;quem enlaçar-se."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provérbio hindu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-6505629771118956105?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/6505629771118956105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-amor-e-como-uma-bordadeira-que-morre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/6505629771118956105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/6505629771118956105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-amor-e-como-uma-bordadeira-que-morre.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vqWcaqf-L0s/Ti7tZxHnnvI/AAAAAAAASCk/rrgx57a0va8/s72-c/hindu_wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-8929108735007264273</id><published>2011-07-26T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T19:04:49.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provérbios'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RHE6XtwO7XI/Ti7s3MZqfxI/AAAAAAAASCc/wXHX6kyY4WQ/s1600/kabir-print1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RHE6XtwO7XI/Ti7s3MZqfxI/AAAAAAAASCc/wXHX6kyY4WQ/s400/kabir-print1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633700616852897554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"A velhice começa quando as lembranças são mais fortes&lt;br /&gt;que a esperança."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provérbio hindu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-8929108735007264273?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/8929108735007264273/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/07/velhice-comeca-quando-as-lembrancas-sao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/8929108735007264273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/8929108735007264273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/07/velhice-comeca-quando-as-lembrancas-sao.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RHE6XtwO7XI/Ti7s3MZqfxI/AAAAAAAASCc/wXHX6kyY4WQ/s72-c/kabir-print1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-1615730227158069445</id><published>2011-07-25T19:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T19:04:17.695-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provérbios'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KVyBi666iNM/Ti4rhywkT2I/AAAAAAAASCE/Gg3ZEychajk/s1600/bsl48454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KVyBi666iNM/Ti4rhywkT2I/AAAAAAAASCE/Gg3ZEychajk/s400/bsl48454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633488043448225634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não há árvore que o vento não tenha abanado.&lt;br /&gt;Provérbio hindu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-1615730227158069445?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/1615730227158069445/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/07/nao-ha-arvore-que-o-vento-nao-tenha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/1615730227158069445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/1615730227158069445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/07/nao-ha-arvore-que-o-vento-nao-tenha.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KVyBi666iNM/Ti4rhywkT2I/AAAAAAAASCE/Gg3ZEychajk/s72-c/bsl48454.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-3440478974336374827</id><published>2011-07-25T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T05:19:32.932-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provérbios'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rjnlTGSiNnU/Ti4rAmu55aI/AAAAAAAASB8/DX0XdQBKNi0/s1600/dancapes.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 344px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rjnlTGSiNnU/Ti4rAmu55aI/AAAAAAAASB8/DX0XdQBKNi0/s400/dancapes.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633487473284343202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O coração em paz vê uma festa em todas as aldeias.&lt;br /&gt;Provérbio hindu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-3440478974336374827?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/3440478974336374827/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-coracao-em-paz-ve-uma-festa-em-todas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/3440478974336374827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/3440478974336374827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-coracao-em-paz-ve-uma-festa-em-todas.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rjnlTGSiNnU/Ti4rAmu55aI/AAAAAAAASB8/DX0XdQBKNi0/s72-c/dancapes.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-3459464332911527179</id><published>2011-07-25T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T04:13:47.556-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Esta mesma lua ilumina a minha amada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GH9chIblzyo/TjaKWU-wkUI/AAAAAAAASE8/fB_XQHydKHw/s1600/1155ShivaParvati.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GH9chIblzyo/TjaKWU-wkUI/AAAAAAAASE8/fB_XQHydKHw/s400/1155ShivaParvati.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635844099894448450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta mesma lua ilumina a minha amada&lt;br /&gt;O vento acariciou já o seu rosto&lt;br /&gt;A lua impregnou-se da sua beleza&lt;br /&gt;e o vento do seu perfume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem ama de verdade pouco lhe basta&lt;br /&gt;para suportar a separação...&lt;br /&gt;Que ela e eu respiremos o mesmo ar&lt;br /&gt;e que os nossos pés pisem o mesmo chão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tradução de Jorge de Sousa Braga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-3459464332911527179?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/3459464332911527179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/07/esta-mesma-lua-ilumina-minha-amada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/3459464332911527179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/3459464332911527179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/07/esta-mesma-lua-ilumina-minha-amada.html' title='Esta mesma lua ilumina a minha amada'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GH9chIblzyo/TjaKWU-wkUI/AAAAAAAASE8/fB_XQHydKHw/s72-c/1155ShivaParvati.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-8721976091542009802</id><published>2011-07-25T16:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T19:53:13.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provérbios'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTGwOo1H0mQ/Ti4sA5gXFuI/AAAAAAAASCM/-Qoz08l-60U/s1600/best_of_rajasthan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTGwOo1H0mQ/Ti4sA5gXFuI/AAAAAAAASCM/-Qoz08l-60U/s400/best_of_rajasthan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633488577835243234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Deus dorme nas pedras, respira nas plantas, sonha nos animais, desperta nos homens..."&lt;br /&gt;(Poesia Indiana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-8721976091542009802?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/8721976091542009802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/07/deus-dorme-nas-pedras-respira-nas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/8721976091542009802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/8721976091542009802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/07/deus-dorme-nas-pedras-respira-nas.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTGwOo1H0mQ/Ti4sA5gXFuI/AAAAAAAASCM/-Qoz08l-60U/s72-c/best_of_rajasthan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-1255281213840302662</id><published>2011-07-25T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T19:54:04.219-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curiosidades'/><title type='text'>A pérola</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IT1A3DKnbmI/Ti4sQiG_SYI/AAAAAAAASCU/l9E89JC8vgM/s1600/pearl-mala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IT1A3DKnbmI/Ti4sQiG_SYI/AAAAAAAASCU/l9E89JC8vgM/s400/pearl-mala.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633488846432717186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Poemas épicos indianos como o Ramayana e Mahabarata contém interessantes lendas sobre pérolas: "Após a criação do mundo os quatro elementos honraram o Criador, cada um com um presente. O Ar ofereceu-lhe um arco-iris; o Fogo uma estrela cadente; a Terra um precioso rubi e a Água uma pérola". Na Índia acreditava-se que as pérolas nasciam na testa, cérebro e estômago dos elefantes (animais sagrados), também nas nuvens, conchas, peixes, serpentes, bambus e ostras. Sendo propriedade exclusiva dos deuses, as pérolas das nuvens irradiavam boa sorte. As pérolas das serpentes possuíam um halo azul e descendiam de Va’Suki, soberano das serpentes. Os mortais muito raramente viam essas pérolas: somente os de grande mérito gozavam de tal privilégio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-1255281213840302662?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/1255281213840302662/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/07/perola.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/1255281213840302662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/1255281213840302662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/07/perola.html' title='A pérola'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IT1A3DKnbmI/Ti4sQiG_SYI/AAAAAAAASCU/l9E89JC8vgM/s72-c/pearl-mala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-5499039720881633954</id><published>2011-07-21T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T12:12:46.157-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Em Tudo Está Tua Lembrança</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fCmzhVHRT_Q/Tih6FRMcVTI/AAAAAAAASAc/rMivrOvQ55o/s1600/p.txt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fCmzhVHRT_Q/Tih6FRMcVTI/AAAAAAAASAc/rMivrOvQ55o/s400/p.txt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631885564960331058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em tudo está tua lembrança,&lt;br /&gt;Na chuva e no sol,&lt;br /&gt;Nos passos nas escadas...&lt;br /&gt;Como uma noiva eu cheguei, há muito tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Os seixos nas trilhas,&lt;br /&gt;E as ruas de muitas cidades,&lt;br /&gt;O caminhar em teus belos jardins,&lt;br /&gt;Cada flor e rosa e árvore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em mim mesma está tua lembrança,&lt;br /&gt;Pois tuas palavras e teus olhares&lt;br /&gt;Me alcançam de mil formas,&lt;br /&gt;Formas simples e gentis do dia-a-dia&lt;br /&gt;Vivido tanto tempo juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Como um planeta, giro em minha órbita&lt;br /&gt;Em voltas, voltas, voltas&lt;br /&gt;E meu centro é esta dor infinita,&lt;br /&gt;A insaciável saudade de ti,&lt;br /&gt;O amor que abrasa todo meu peito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 de dezembro de 1957&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AMATU'L-BAHÁ&lt;br /&gt;RÚHÍYYIH KHANUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-5499039720881633954?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/5499039720881633954/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/07/em-tudo-esta-tua-lembranca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/5499039720881633954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/5499039720881633954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/07/em-tudo-esta-tua-lembranca.html' title='Em Tudo Está Tua Lembrança'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fCmzhVHRT_Q/Tih6FRMcVTI/AAAAAAAASAc/rMivrOvQ55o/s72-c/p.txt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-9100863487428267214</id><published>2011-03-23T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T19:15:36.249-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curiosidades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adereços'/><title type='text'>Japa mala</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b8reCQbK0X4/TYqo98UdV1I/AAAAAAAARwI/DHl3pz9PG-0/s1600/japa-mala1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b8reCQbK0X4/TYqo98UdV1I/AAAAAAAARwI/DHl3pz9PG-0/s400/japa-mala1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587464069823944530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É um tipo de cordão  de contas usados na Índia há séculos, para ajudar os devotos hindus e budistas a se concentrarem durante a meditação ritual.&lt;br /&gt;O colar é segurado com uma das mãos e manipulado em círculo - para cada repetição do mantra , toca-se uma conta.&lt;br /&gt;O Japa mala tradicional é formado por 108 contas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O material usado para fazer as contas pode variar de acordo com a finalidade dos mantras usados. . Algumas contas podem ser utilizados para todos os fins e todos os tipos de mantras.  Estas contas podem ser feitas a partir da madeira da árvore Bodhi (Ficus religiosa), Materiais como o cristal , pérola do escudo, ou concha de madrepérola são preferíveis.  Estes podem servir para purificar a mente e afastar os obstáculos, como doenças, mau karma e distúrbios mentais.&lt;br /&gt;Os de pérolas não são práticos , pois  o uso repetido irá destruir a camada iridescente. Na maioria das vezes os japa malas de pérolas são usados ​​como "jóia do Dharma".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mantras de magnetização devem ser recitados com japa malas feitos de açafrão , sementes de lótus, sândalo , ou outras formas de madeira, incluindo pêssego   e pau-rosa .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-9100863487428267214?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/9100863487428267214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/03/japa-mala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/9100863487428267214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/9100863487428267214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/03/japa-mala.html' title='Japa mala'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b8reCQbK0X4/TYqo98UdV1I/AAAAAAAARwI/DHl3pz9PG-0/s72-c/japa-mala1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-4582525436096116541</id><published>2011-02-20T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T18:17:09.671-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curiosidades'/><title type='text'>Safira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FaeZMXRT6Dw/TWHLHnKd_hI/AAAAAAAARnw/GraGtIhp-Vg/s1600/safira2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FaeZMXRT6Dw/TWHLHnKd_hI/AAAAAAAARnw/GraGtIhp-Vg/s400/safira2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575961145293798930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os hindus acreditavam que as safiras eram a união da humanidade com o céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-4582525436096116541?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/4582525436096116541/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/02/safira.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/4582525436096116541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/4582525436096116541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/02/safira.html' title='Safira'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FaeZMXRT6Dw/TWHLHnKd_hI/AAAAAAAARnw/GraGtIhp-Vg/s72-c/safira2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-5677960320647374411</id><published>2011-02-20T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T17:56:42.168-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curiosidades'/><title type='text'>Rubis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GHjKaCNVvlA/TWHGT0jSV7I/AAAAAAAARnY/40KbqMN0xoU/s1600/rubi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GHjKaCNVvlA/TWHGT0jSV7I/AAAAAAAARnY/40KbqMN0xoU/s400/rubi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575955857487845298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Os Rubis eram considerados pelos Hindus como as pedras mais valiosas porque preservavam a saúde do corpo e da mente.&lt;br /&gt;Os Rubis antigamente eram valorizados por sua invulnerabilidade. Para se chegar a isso, o Rubi deveria ser inserido dentro da carne de modo a tornar-se parte do corpo. Aqueles que incrustavam Rubis em sua pele acreditavam que se tornavam inatingíveis por quaisquer feridas causadas por lanças.&lt;br /&gt;Segundo a lenda Hindu, o Rubi vermelho foi criado a partir do diamante incolor de uma Maharani (rainha) quando esta foi assassinada por um cortesão ciumento. Seu sangue manchou a pedra e todas as outras iguais a ela.&lt;br /&gt;As prescrições modernas são iguais às antigas, que o Rubi utilizado por uma pessoa, favorece a circulação do sangue e o coração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-5677960320647374411?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/5677960320647374411/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/02/rubis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/5677960320647374411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/5677960320647374411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2011/02/rubis.html' title='Rubis'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GHjKaCNVvlA/TWHGT0jSV7I/AAAAAAAARnY/40KbqMN0xoU/s72-c/rubi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-4232543747179696931</id><published>2010-10-21T12:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T12:43:47.782-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/TMCX6cBOUoI/AAAAAAAAQWE/GBsRlUYP63k/s1600/bindi_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/TMCX6cBOUoI/AAAAAAAAQWE/GBsRlUYP63k/s400/bindi_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530587372620501634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embora tenha o sol para me alumiar&lt;br /&gt;e a lua e as estrelas depois do sol se pôr&lt;br /&gt;sem a luz dos teus olhos negros&lt;br /&gt;é sempre negra a noite em meu redor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhartrhari(Índia,s.V d.C.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In «O vinho e as rosas» - Trad. de Jorge Sousa Braga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-4232543747179696931?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/4232543747179696931/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2010/10/embora-tenha-o-sol-para-me-alumiar-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/4232543747179696931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/4232543747179696931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2010/10/embora-tenha-o-sol-para-me-alumiar-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/TMCX6cBOUoI/AAAAAAAAQWE/GBsRlUYP63k/s72-c/bindi_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-7504891111157176059</id><published>2010-03-23T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T17:08:44.087-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frutas'/><title type='text'>A árvore flor-de-abril</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/S6lX0YhTOzI/AAAAAAAAPCc/unFxpnJM2jM/s1600-h/Dillenia+indica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/S6lX0YhTOzI/AAAAAAAAPCc/unFxpnJM2jM/s400/Dillenia+indica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451985381355633458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originária da Índia e cultivada no Brasill, a árvore flor-de-abril (Dillenia indica) é também conhecida pelos nomes dilênia, bolsa-de-pastor, árvore-do-dinheiro e como maçã-de-elefante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Índia, os povos tribais de Orissa costumam plantá-las nos quintais para diversas finalidades. As folhas são usadas como lixa para polir madeira e também como copos ou pratos. A madeira é considerada muito boa para lenha. Além disso, por ser dura, resistente e de grande durabilidade, é utilizada em construção naval, rodas hidráulicas, obras imersas em água e carpintaria. Os frutos verdes são cozidos para o preparo de picles. Os gomos, que são espessos, carnosos e côncavos, produzem um suco perfumado, ácido e agradável, que na Índia é usado como tempero e no preparo de bebidas refrigerantes, além de ser recomendado para a fabricação de xarope contra as anginas.&lt;br /&gt;No Panamá, o fruto maduro é comido cru ou cozido e serve ainda para o preparo de doces. Já no Brasil, eles são considerados inconvenientes, sendo aproveitadas somente as folhas e as flores para ornamentação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-7504891111157176059?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/7504891111157176059/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2010/03/arvore-flor-de-abril.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/7504891111157176059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/7504891111157176059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2010/03/arvore-flor-de-abril.html' title='A árvore flor-de-abril'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/S6lX0YhTOzI/AAAAAAAAPCc/unFxpnJM2jM/s72-c/Dillenia+indica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-5534687608053836682</id><published>2009-11-23T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T13:46:38.410-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagore'/><title type='text'>Se me é negado o amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/S4rkGjXUriI/AAAAAAAAOns/Q-kmdfT185E/s400/76.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/S4rkGjXUriI/AAAAAAAAOns/Q-kmdfT185E/s400/76.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se me é negado o amor, por que, então, amanhece;&lt;br /&gt;por que sussurra o vento do sul entre as folhas recém nascidas?&lt;br /&gt;Se me é negado o amor, por que, então,&lt;br /&gt;A noite entristece com nostálgico silêncio as estrelas?&lt;br /&gt;E por que este desatinado coração continua,&lt;br /&gt;Esperançado e louco, olhando o mar infinito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rabindranath Tagore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-5534687608053836682?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/5534687608053836682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/11/se-me-e-negado-o-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/5534687608053836682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/5534687608053836682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/11/se-me-e-negado-o-amor.html' title='Se me é negado o amor'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/S4rkGjXUriI/AAAAAAAAOns/Q-kmdfT185E/s72-c/76.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-6508851300417764382</id><published>2009-11-18T12:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T12:22:28.071-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagore'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0);" target="_blank" onclick="_linkInterstitial('http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PE37JSReBjs/SR\74wbr\76g6OJ4Q9kI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CJ3QS4LpVa8/s320/c\74wbr\76oracao-rosa-e-notas-musicais-animado.png'); return false;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PE37JSReBjs/SRg6OJ4Q9kI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CJ3QS4LpVa8/s320/coracao-rosa-e-notas-musicais-animado.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Minha canção te envolverá com sua música, como os abraços sublimes do amor. Tocará o teu rosto como um beijo de graças.&lt;br /&gt;Tagore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-6508851300417764382?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/6508851300417764382/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/11/minha-cancao-te-envolvera-com-sua.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/6508851300417764382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/6508851300417764382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/11/minha-cancao-te-envolvera-com-sua.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PE37JSReBjs/SRg6OJ4Q9kI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CJ3QS4LpVa8/s72-c/coracao-rosa-e-notas-musicais-animado.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-780644390268340001</id><published>2009-11-17T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T04:54:55.854-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Omar Khayyam'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SwaRkP2YO-I/AAAAAAAAM-E/Mw144EIlXEU/s1600/laser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SwaRkP2YO-I/AAAAAAAAM-E/Mw144EIlXEU/s400/laser.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406168454620789730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Os olhos foram feitos para ver coisas insólitas&lt;br /&gt;Fez-se a alma para gozar da alegria e do prazer&lt;br /&gt;O coração foi destinado a embriagar-se na beleza do amigo ou na aflição da ausência&lt;br /&gt;A meta do amor é voar até o firmamento&lt;br /&gt;A do intelecto, desvendar as leis e o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Para além das causas estão os mistérios, as maravilhas&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos ficarão cegos quando virem que todas as coisas são apenas meios para o saber&lt;br /&gt;O amante, difamado neste mundo por uma centena de acusações, receberá no momento da união cem títulos e nomes&lt;br /&gt;Peregrinar nas areias do deserto nos exige suportar beber leite de camelo, ser pilhados por beduínos&lt;br /&gt;Apaixonado, o peregrino beija a pedra negra ansioso por sentir mais uma vez o toque dos lábios do amigo&lt;br /&gt;E degustar como antes o seu beijo&lt;br /&gt;Oh alma, não cunhe as moedas com o ouro das palavras&lt;br /&gt;O buscador é aquele que vai à própria mina de ouro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubayat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-780644390268340001?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/780644390268340001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/11/os-olhos-foram-feitos-para-ver-coisas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/780644390268340001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/780644390268340001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/11/os-olhos-foram-feitos-para-ver-coisas.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SwaRkP2YO-I/AAAAAAAAM-E/Mw144EIlXEU/s72-c/laser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-6580005190399152669</id><published>2009-11-17T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T03:07:25.324-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deuses'/><title type='text'>Shiva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_xhGE6KFrckU/SwG4YuT9ojI/AAAAAAAAAKc/TWS-jKpEOGk/s400/180px-Statue_of_lord_shiva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 262px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_xhGE6KFrckU/SwG4YuT9ojI/AAAAAAAAAKc/TWS-jKpEOGk/s400/180px-Statue_of_lord_shiva.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na tradição hindu, Shiva é o destruidor, que destrói para construir algo novo, motivo pelo qual muitos o chamam de "renovador" ou "transformador". As primeiras representações surgiram no período Neolítico (em torno de 4.000 a.C.) na forma de Pashupati, o "Senhor dos Animais". A criação da ioga, prática que produz transformação física, mental e emocional, portanto, intimamente ligada à transformação, é atribuída a ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiva é o deus supremo (Mahadeva), o meditante (Shankara) e o benevolente, onde reside toda a alegria (Shambo ou Shambhu).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-6580005190399152669?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/6580005190399152669/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/11/shiva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/6580005190399152669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/6580005190399152669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/11/shiva.html' title='Shiva'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_xhGE6KFrckU/SwG4YuT9ojI/AAAAAAAAAKc/TWS-jKpEOGk/s72-c/180px-Statue_of_lord_shiva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-8435256197873168310</id><published>2009-11-17T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T02:30:09.982-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Histórias'/><title type='text'>A roupa de Gandhi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O Mahatma Gandi provou que a "roupa não faz o homem". Ele só usava uma tanga a fim de se identificar com as massas simples da Índia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certa vez ele chegou assim vestido numa festa dada pelo governador inglês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os criados não o deixaram entrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele voltou para casa e enviou um pacote ao governador, por um mensageiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continha um terno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O governador ligou para casa dele e lhe perguntou, o significado do embrulho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O grande homem respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fui convidado para a sua festa, mas não me permitiram entrar por causa da minha roupa. Se é a roupa que vale, eu lhe enviei o meu terno ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;autor desconhecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-8435256197873168310?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/8435256197873168310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/11/roupa-de-gandhi.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/8435256197873168310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/8435256197873168310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/11/roupa-de-gandhi.html' title='A roupa de Gandhi'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-1426937845439597319</id><published>2009-11-17T02:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T02:27:40.034-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Histórias'/><title type='text'>O Rei que deportava seus cidadãos idosos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uma história das Escrituras Budistas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto é o que eu (ou seja, Ananda) ouvi do ensinamento do Lorde Buda durante um sermão em Sravasti:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma vez um rei que não gostava de cidadãos idosos. Ele achava que as pessoas que se tornavam idosas não eram mais úteis para o seu reino e portanto, um dia, ele decretou que qualquer pessoa acima de 60 anos de idade deveria ser deportada. Qualquer um que o desobedecesse sofreria severas punições e que ninguém se atrevesse a manter seus pais idosos em casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porém, um dos seus mais velhos oficiais, secretamente manteve seu pai num aposento subterrâneo. Todo dia, ele lhe trazia alimento para comer, água para beber e Escrituras Budistas para estudar de modo que ele pudesse passar os últimos dias de sua vida tranqüilamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o Imperador Sakra (o Rei do Céu no Budismo) tomou conhecimento desta norma, ele tornou-se muito infeliz com isto e mandou um de seus deuses para ver o Rei. O deus trouxe consigo uma mensagem do Céu para o Rei dizendo: "Estou lhe dando uma lista de problemas para serem solucionados. Você tem que me dar as respostas corretas dentro de um mês. Se você não me der as respostas corretas até o final deste período, o Imperador Sakra destruirá e arrasará com seu Reino!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os problemas eram:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Primeiro, o mensageiro do Céu colocou duas cobras em frente ao Palácio e pediu ao Rei para distinguir a cobra masculina da cobra feminina.&lt;br /&gt;   2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Depois, ele deu um elefante ao Rei e pediu para que o Rei o pesasse.&lt;br /&gt;   3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Em seguida ele colocou uma tigela com água pura em frente ao Palácio e pediu ao Rei que encontrasse outra tigela de água mais valiosa do que aquela.&lt;br /&gt;   4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Ele também colocou um pedaço de sândalo em frente à Côrte Imperial e perguntou ao Rei, "onde está a cabeça e onde está o fim deste pedaço de madeira?"&lt;br /&gt;   5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Finalmente, o mensageiro do Céu trouxe consigo um par de cavalos brancos que pareciam exatamente iguais em todos os sentidos. Ao Rei foi pedido para encontrar quem era a mãe entre os dois cavalos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos seus oficiais, nenhum foi hábil a resolver estes problemas. O Rei começou a ficar preocupado e colocou avisos por todo o seu Reino dizendo que qualquer pessoa que aparecesse com as respostas receberia uma recompensa de 20.000 peças de ouro. O tempo estava passando rápido e o final do mês se aproximando. Apesar disso, ninguém teve uma pista para apresentar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, no último dia do mês, o Imperador Sakra apareceu ante o Rei e perguntou, "você já solucionou os problemas?" O Rei, agora aterrorizado, falhou em dar ao Imperador Sakra quaisquer respostas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naquele momento, um dos Oficiais da Côrte Imperial deu um passo à frente com seu pai idoso e disse, "Meu pai tem as soluções."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tudo bem," respondeu o Imperador Sakra. "Mostre-me como solucionar estes problemas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para distinguir a cobra masculina da feminina o velho pai colocou ambas num pedaço de tecido bem macio. Uma das cobras começou a se mostrar incomodada e tentou escapar. "Aquela cobra deve ser a cobra masculina. A cobra quieta deve ser a feminina." disse o velho pai. Problema número um resolvido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em seguida, o velho pai levou o elefante para dentro de um barco que estava flutuando num rio alí perto. Imediatamente, o barco afundou um pouco mas depois se estabilizou. Então ele fez uma marca da altura da água no lado do barco e deixou o elefante sair dele. Depois ele colocou pedaços de pedras no barco até que elas atingissem a marca feita anteriormente. Após as pedras terem sido pesadas numa balança, o peso do elefante pôde ser determinado. O problema foi também resolvido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Para solucionar o problema da tigela de água é fácil," disse o velho pai ao Imperador Sakra. "Tudo o que tenho a fazer é pegar qualquer outra tigela de água e dá-la a alguma pessoa, tal como um viajante num deserto, para bebê-la. Uma tigela de água, usada para salvar uma vida é mais valiosa do que a tigela de água simplesmente colocada para nada, alí em frente ao Palácio." O problema estava igualmente resolvido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para solucionar o problema do pedaço de sândalo, o velho pai o colocou na água. A cabeça, que por si é densa, submergiu na água. A ponta final, que é leve, flutuou sobre a água. Mais uma vez problema resolvido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para solucionar o último problema, o velho pai encontrou algum feno de boa qualidade e o colocou entre os dois cavalos brancos. Notaram que um dos cavalos chutou o feno para o outro e o deixou comer primeiro. Ela deve ser a mãe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Imperador Sakra ficou muito satisfeito com as respostas. Ele anunciou que iria desculpar o Reino de ser destruído. O Rei humano subitamente tornou-se iluminado e ajoelhou-se ante o Rei dos Deuses dizendo, "Agora eu vejo o que você quer dizer. É minha falta maltratar meus velhos cidadãos. Estou pedindo que perdoe meu pecado e irei trazer de volta meus cidadãos idosos para suas casas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Imperador Sakra ficou muito contente e retornou para o Céu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tradução deste texto é uma preciosa colaboração de&lt;br /&gt;Teresinha Medeiros dos Santos - Felppondd@aol.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-1426937845439597319?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/1426937845439597319/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-rei-que-deportava-seus-cidadaos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/1426937845439597319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/1426937845439597319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-rei-que-deportava-seus-cidadaos.html' title='O Rei que deportava seus cidadãos idosos'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-2147161383006633228</id><published>2009-11-17T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T02:26:01.008-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Histórias'/><title type='text'>O filho perdido</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um jovem viúvo, que gostava muito do seu filho de cinco anos, estava fora, a trabalho, quando bandidos puseram fogo na cidade e levaram seu filho. Quando o homem volta para casa, vê tudo destruído e entra em pânico. Pega o corpo queimado de uma criança que toma por seu filho e chora copiosamente. Organiza a cerimônia de cremação e põe as cinzas num bonito e pequeno saco, que passa a carregar sempre consigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco mais tarde, seu filho verdadeiro escapa dos bandidos e acha o caminho de casa. Chegando na nova casa de seu pai, tarde da noite, bate à porta. O pai, ainda desgostoso, pergunta: "Quem é?"A criança responde, "sou eu, pai, abra a porta!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas em seu agitado estado de alma, convencido de que seu filho já esta morto, o pai pensa que algum menino o está ridicularizando. Ele então grita: "Vá embora" e continua a chorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de algum tempo, a criança vai embora. Pai e filho nunca mais se encontram de novo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre esta história, Buda disse: "Às vezes, achamos que alguma coisa é verdadeira. Se nos apegamos fortemente a esta "verdade", mesmo que a verdade bata à nossa porta, não a abriremos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-2147161383006633228?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/2147161383006633228/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-filho-perdido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/2147161383006633228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/2147161383006633228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-filho-perdido.html' title='O filho perdido'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-8091857249079975803</id><published>2009-11-15T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T13:57:51.169-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Citações'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SwB5MpMCNEI/AAAAAAAAM44/wZBkwQ1kuRM/s1600-h/mudra_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SwB5MpMCNEI/AAAAAAAAM44/wZBkwQ1kuRM/s400/mudra_image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404452810966316098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Lei propagada pelo Buda&lt;br /&gt;é comparável a uma grande nuvem&lt;br /&gt;que com uma nutritiva chuva,&lt;br /&gt;umedece as flores humanas&lt;br /&gt;de tal forma que elas possam florescer.&lt;br /&gt;(Sakyamuni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-8091857249079975803?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/8091857249079975803/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/11/lei-propagada-pelo-buda-e-comparavel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/8091857249079975803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/8091857249079975803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/11/lei-propagada-pelo-buda-e-comparavel.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SwB5MpMCNEI/AAAAAAAAM44/wZBkwQ1kuRM/s72-c/mudra_image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-2089796955377743967</id><published>2009-11-05T16:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T02:16:44.978-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curiosidades'/><title type='text'>Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SvNpfRE_zOI/AAAAAAAAMpo/Odq_kj6EsS0/s1600-h/Xmas+flower.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SvNpfRE_zOI/AAAAAAAAMpo/Odq_kj6EsS0/s400/Xmas+flower.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400776364028579042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto os Brasileiros optaram por uma árvore de Natal que não é nativa do país o pinheirinho, os indianos elegeram as árvores nativas para decorarem durante o natal.&lt;br /&gt;Na índia, as bananeiras, mangueira é que são enfeitada é, em algumas casas usam-se as folhas de mangueiras para fazer decorações Natalinas.&lt;br /&gt;Em diversas regiões indianas usam-se pequenas lamparinas como enfeites que são colocadas sobre os telhados é muros.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, nas igrejas utilizam-se velas e uma flor que, embora mexicana, tornou-se a flor do Natal de vários locais o bico de- papagaio, ou pointsettia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-2089796955377743967?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/2089796955377743967/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/11/natal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/2089796955377743967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/2089796955377743967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/11/natal.html' title='Natal'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SvNpfRE_zOI/AAAAAAAAMpo/Odq_kj6EsS0/s72-c/Xmas+flower.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-1370012052962853972</id><published>2009-10-20T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:00:36.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Os três estágios da paixão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.orkut.gmodules.com/gadgets/proxy?refresh=86400&amp;amp;container=orkut&amp;amp;gadgets=http%3A%2F%2Forkut.amazonaws.com%2Forkut.xml&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.faggella.com.ar%2Fgif%2Fvelas%2Fnavidad60bo1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.orkut.gmodules.com/gadgets/proxy?refresh=86400&amp;amp;container=orkut&amp;amp;gadgets=http%3A%2F%2Forkut.amazonaws.com%2Forkut.xml&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.faggella.com.ar%2Fgif%2Fvelas%2Fnavidad60bo1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há um conceito entre os hindus do chamado "sétimo céu" que  se transformou em sinônimo de êxtase amoroso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que os hindus chamam de sétimo céu, os ciganos chamam de terceiro estágio da paixão. E como chegar a ele? Simplesmente desconhecendo a palavra pressa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo o segredo reside numa simples vela perfumada vermelha, de um terço do tamanho de uma vela normal. Ao adquirir a vela, meça-a a marque três estágios. Quando for fazer amor com quem você ama, leve em consideração os seguintes estágios:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Primeiro estágio da vela: movimento ereto e provocação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso simplesmente quer dizer que, enquanto a primeira parte da vela se queima, vocês devem se movimentar e se provocar, mas seus corpos devem permanecer eretos, tocando-se, abraçando-se, movendo-se, indo no ritmo da música preferida. A dança e a música são as melhores companheiras nesse momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Segundo estágio da vela: movimento e inclinação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A partir desse momento, os movimentos deverão tender à inclinação, para que o contato dos corpos seja mais provocativo e sensual. A música e a dança continuam sendo as melhores sugestões, só que os movimentos devem ser suaves, longos e provocantes, apenas roçando, sem tocar diretamente, mas sugerindo o toque. Encostar-se nas paredes e nos móveis é aconselhável, mas a cama deve permanecer como uma sugestão ainda, sem que lhe seja dado destaque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Terceiro estágio da vela: contato e horizontalidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O toque é mais ardente e mais direto agora, detendo-se em provocar prazer. Deve ser inquieto e curto e os corpos devem se mover horizontalmente, invertendo posições constantemente. À medida em que a vela chega ao seu final, essas inversões devem ir se acentuando, até que a chama se apaga e a escuridão envolva os dois amantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-1370012052962853972?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/1370012052962853972/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/10/os-tres-estagios-da-paixao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/1370012052962853972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/1370012052962853972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/10/os-tres-estagios-da-paixao.html' title='Os três estágios da paixão'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-2706278710333161835</id><published>2009-10-09T07:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T15:36:27.001-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provérbios'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/StuYUjvI8KI/AAAAAAAAMTc/VGb1z0sva6M/s1600-h/elephant-safari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/StuYUjvI8KI/AAAAAAAAMTc/VGb1z0sva6M/s400/elephant-safari.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394072457664065698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A pior maneira de não chegar a determinado lugar&lt;br /&gt;é pensar que já se está lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provérbio Hindu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-2706278710333161835?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/2706278710333161835/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/10/pior-maneira-de-nao-chegar-determinado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/2706278710333161835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/2706278710333161835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/10/pior-maneira-de-nao-chegar-determinado.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/StuYUjvI8KI/AAAAAAAAMTc/VGb1z0sva6M/s72-c/elephant-safari.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-6848170974673312326</id><published>2009-10-09T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T15:34:39.051-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provérbios'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/StuXvElHNAI/AAAAAAAAMTU/RMEZTGmxtk0/s1600-h/ayur+livo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/StuXvElHNAI/AAAAAAAAMTU/RMEZTGmxtk0/s400/ayur+livo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394071813645349890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A melhor coisa que você pode fazer&lt;br /&gt;para cultivar a verdadeira sabedoria é praticar a consciência&lt;br /&gt;de que o mundo é um sonho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paramahansa Yogananda   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-6848170974673312326?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/6848170974673312326/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/10/melhor-coisa-que-voce-pode-fazer-para.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/6848170974673312326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/6848170974673312326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/10/melhor-coisa-que-voce-pode-fazer-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/StuXvElHNAI/AAAAAAAAMTU/RMEZTGmxtk0/s72-c/ayur+livo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-1485170533155937184</id><published>2009-09-21T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T15:32:35.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curiosidades'/><title type='text'>Rajasthan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/StuXN7aIU8I/AAAAAAAAMTM/y_I4OBf5TuE/s1600-h/best_of_rajasthan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/StuXN7aIU8I/AAAAAAAAMTM/y_I4OBf5TuE/s400/best_of_rajasthan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394071244247684034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rajasthan é conhecido como a Terra de Reis. Habitado pelos rajput, este território desértico com paisagens rochosas e onduladas dunas, conta com formosos palácios rodeados de jardins, lagos e perus reais, podendo percorrer nos lombos de elefantes belamente adornados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-1485170533155937184?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/1485170533155937184/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/09/rajastham.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/1485170533155937184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/1485170533155937184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/09/rajastham.html' title='Rajasthan'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/StuXN7aIU8I/AAAAAAAAMTM/y_I4OBf5TuE/s72-c/best_of_rajasthan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-2951824155819413996</id><published>2009-09-21T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T11:27:06.224-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animais'/><title type='text'>Festival do elefante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SrfFSVMrZWI/AAAAAAAAMDI/VRq7asXcs3w/s1600-h/TPM_045_trichur_pooram_kerala_DSC_0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SrfFSVMrZWI/AAAAAAAAMDI/VRq7asXcs3w/s400/TPM_045_trichur_pooram_kerala_DSC_0092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383988798263354722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O elefante é um animal sagrado para os indianos. Considerado símbolo de sabedoria, é comum utilizar peças com sua imagem como amuleto de boa sorte.&lt;br /&gt;É considerado pela tradição um dos melhores amuletos para combater a inveja e o olho gordo.&lt;br /&gt;Os antigos ainda agregavam a cor vermelha ao elefante, e diziam que um elefante vermelho de costas à porta de entrada, não permitiria que energia negativa nenhuma se aproximasse. E com a tromba para cima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Jaipur é celebrado no mês de março o Festival do elefante onde pode-se contemplar este animal em procissão formosamente enfeitado.&lt;br /&gt;A festa começa com uma procissão de elefantes, camelos e cavalos, seguido pelo povo alegre e por bailarinos.Na festa, os eventos são as corridas de Elefantes, jogos de pólo com elefantes e cabos de guerra entre homens e elefantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-2951824155819413996?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/2951824155819413996/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/09/festival-do-elefante.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/2951824155819413996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/2951824155819413996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/09/festival-do-elefante.html' title='Festival do elefante'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SrfFSVMrZWI/AAAAAAAAMDI/VRq7asXcs3w/s72-c/TPM_045_trichur_pooram_kerala_DSC_0092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-6340150433577856008</id><published>2009-09-18T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T17:16:07.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kama Sutra'/><title type='text'>Onde há amor, há dor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SrQimwMDNvI/AAAAAAAAMCg/A9t-l1N8llA/s1600-h/1155ShivaParvati.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SrQimwMDNvI/AAAAAAAAMCg/A9t-l1N8llA/s400/1155ShivaParvati.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382965503780402930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segundo a tradição erótica da Índia, a mordida é um elemento muito importante e o Kama Sutra dá uma boa lista de mordidas com toda riqueza de detalhes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mordidas costumam ser dadas em quase todas as partes do corpo e vão desde a mordida brincalhona, mais provocadora que erótica, até o forte apertão com os dentes que costuma ser dado no calor da paixão e faz com que os orgasmos sejam mais duradouros. No entanto, muitos costumam evitar este último tipo de mordida, porque é difícil de controlar e costuma deixar marcas muito evidentes. Também porque durante o orgasmo as mandíbulas podem sofrer um espasmo e fechar com força, o que pode ocasionar feridas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As mordidas recomendadas pelo Kama Sutra são:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Mordida de Javali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O rastro que deixa na pele são como filas indianas, muito próximas umas das outras e com intervalos vermelhos como as pegadas que costumam ser deixadas pelos javalis no barro. É uma mordida que costuma ser feita no ombro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. A nuvem quebrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consiste em levantamentos desiguais da pele em círculo, produzidos pelos espaços que há entre os dentes. O Kama Sutra especifica que este tipo de mordida deve ser feita no peito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Mordida escondida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a mordida que só deixa uma intensa marca vermelha e que deve ser dada no lábio inferior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Mordida clássica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando se pega com os dentes uma grande quantidade de pele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. O ponto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando se pega com os dentes uma pequena quantidade de pele de tal maneira que só fique uma marca como um ponto vermelho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. A linha dos pontos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando essa pequena porção de pele é mordida com todos os dentes e todos eles deixam sua marca. Deve ser dada na testa ou na coxa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. O coral e a jóia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a mordida que resulta da junção dos dentes e dos lábios. Os lábios são o coral e os dentes são a jóia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. A linha de jóias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando se dá uma mordida com todos os dentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-6340150433577856008?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/6340150433577856008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/09/onde-ha-amor-ha-dor.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/6340150433577856008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/6340150433577856008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/09/onde-ha-amor-ha-dor.html' title='Onde há amor, há dor'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SrQimwMDNvI/AAAAAAAAMCg/A9t-l1N8llA/s72-c/1155ShivaParvati.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-80506947337454760</id><published>2009-09-15T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T02:16:34.803-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faquir'/><title type='text'>Faquir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.faggella.com.ar/gif/gente/F_FAKIR.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://www.faggella.com.ar/gif/gente/F_FAKIR.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-80506947337454760?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/80506947337454760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/09/faquir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/80506947337454760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/80506947337454760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/09/faquir.html' title='Faquir'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-498955012419514601</id><published>2009-09-14T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T15:09:12.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curiosidades'/><title type='text'>Pérola</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.joia-e-arte.com.br/images/perolas03b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 253px;" src="http://www.joia-e-arte.com.br/images/perolas03b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na  Índia é o símbolo da imortalidade, daí o fato de colocarem uma grande pérola na boca do morto, para regenerá-lo e inseri-lo num ritmo cósmico, cíclico, que, à imagem das fases da lua, pressupõe nascimento, vida, morte e renascimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-498955012419514601?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/498955012419514601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/09/perola.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/498955012419514601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/498955012419514601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/09/perola.html' title='Pérola'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-3670227027569408943</id><published>2009-09-14T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T15:21:53.632-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lendas'/><title type='text'>Pérolas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/StuUvbwVDWI/AAAAAAAAMS8/RATv6YqmGgc/s1600-h/perola2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/StuUvbwVDWI/AAAAAAAAMS8/RATv6YqmGgc/s400/perola2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394068521331527010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Após a criação do mundo os quatro elementos honraram o Criador, cada um com um presente. O Ar ofereceu-lhe um arco-iris; o Fogo uma estrela cadente; a Terra um precioso rubi e a Água uma pérola".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Na Índia acreditava-se que as pérolas nasciam na testa, cérebro e estômago dos elefantes (animais sagrados), também nas nuvens, conchas, peixes, serpentes, bambus e ostras. Sendo propriedade exclusiva dos deuses, as pérolas das nuvens irradiavam boa sorte. As pérolas das serpentes possuíam um halo azul e descendiam de Va’Suki, soberano das serpentes. Os mortais muito raramente viam essas pérolas: somente os de grande mérito gozavam de tal privilégio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-3670227027569408943?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/3670227027569408943/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/09/perolas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/3670227027569408943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/3670227027569408943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/09/perolas.html' title='Pérolas'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/StuUvbwVDWI/AAAAAAAAMS8/RATv6YqmGgc/s72-c/perola2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-547264736581800300</id><published>2009-09-05T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T18:39:46.840-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagore'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SqMRdTFpOoI/AAAAAAAALvE/lOXsM_WX7Tw/s1600-h/flor_de_lotus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SqMRdTFpOoI/AAAAAAAALvE/lOXsM_WX7Tw/s400/flor_de_lotus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378161575048329858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Adormeci e sonhei que a vida era alegria; despertei e vi que a vida era serviço; servi e vi que o serviço era alegria. "&lt;br /&gt;(Rabindranath Tagore) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-547264736581800300?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/547264736581800300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/09/adormeci-e-sonhei-que-vida-era-alegria.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/547264736581800300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/547264736581800300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/09/adormeci-e-sonhei-que-vida-era-alegria.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SqMRdTFpOoI/AAAAAAAALvE/lOXsM_WX7Tw/s72-c/flor_de_lotus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-8955737985215928246</id><published>2009-09-04T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T20:09:05.004-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como o lótus nascido do silêncio&lt;br /&gt;o monge medita as transições da lua,&lt;br /&gt;a transparência do vidro,&lt;br /&gt;o silêncio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silvera o Horla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0);" target="_blank" onclick="_linkInterstitial('http://www.lyndha.com/mantras/monge.gif'); return false;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lyndha.com/mantras/monge.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-8955737985215928246?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/8955737985215928246/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/09/como-o-lotus-nascido-do-silencio-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/8955737985215928246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/8955737985215928246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/09/como-o-lotus-nascido-do-silencio-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-5307537168353160385</id><published>2009-09-03T05:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T05:44:02.828-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rejeb ben Sahli'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/Sp-53lycPiI/AAAAAAAALsQ/6rUqm9LKfNY/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/Sp-53lycPiI/AAAAAAAALsQ/6rUqm9LKfNY/s400/book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377220844791283234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Esquece a felicidade que desfrutavas ontem&lt;br /&gt;mas que não te seguiu no presente.&lt;br /&gt;Sê feliz, nada esperes, nada lamentes.&lt;br /&gt;O que deve acontecer está escrito no grande livro&lt;br /&gt;que o vento da eternidade folheia ao acaso.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejeb ben Sahli ~ O Jardim das Carícias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-5307537168353160385?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/5307537168353160385/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/09/esquece-felicidade-que-desfrutavas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/5307537168353160385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/5307537168353160385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/09/esquece-felicidade-que-desfrutavas.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/Sp-53lycPiI/AAAAAAAALsQ/6rUqm9LKfNY/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-5970027118208489860</id><published>2009-09-03T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T05:37:34.179-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Omar Khayyam'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0);" target="_blank" onclick="_linkInterstitial('http://bp1.blogger.com/_9DB_ZmvtZxY/R535\74wbr\76imn8cmI/AAAAAAAAADc/UOqUi3Kc0OU/S226/ros\74wbr\76as+e+vinhos.bmp'); return false;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9DB_ZmvtZxY/R535imn8cmI/AAAAAAAAADc/UOqUi3Kc0OU/S226/rosas+e+vinhos.bmp" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"[...] Divina estação das rosas, do vinho e dos amigos sinceros.&lt;br /&gt;Goza este instante fugitivo que é a vida."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omar Khayyam, Rubaiyat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-5970027118208489860?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/5970027118208489860/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/5970027118208489860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/5970027118208489860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9DB_ZmvtZxY/R535imn8cmI/AAAAAAAAADc/UOqUi3Kc0OU/s72-c/rosas+e+vinhos.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-8961157067258077801</id><published>2009-09-03T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T05:31:31.622-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagore'/><title type='text'>Hino Nacional da Índia</title><content type='html'>JANA-GANA-MANA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sois o governador das mentes de todas as pessoas,&lt;br /&gt;preparador do destino da Índia.&lt;br /&gt;Vosso nome inflama os corações do Punjab, Sindh,&lt;br /&gt;Gujarat e Maratha,&lt;br /&gt;De Dravida e Orissa e Bengala;&lt;br /&gt;Ecoa nas colinas de Vindhya e do Himalaia,&lt;br /&gt;mescla-se na música de Jamuna e do Ganges e é&lt;br /&gt;entoada pelas ondas do oceano Índico.&lt;br /&gt;Eles oram por vossas bençãos e cantam em vosso louvor.&lt;br /&gt;A salvação de todas as pessoas espera em vossa mão,&lt;br /&gt;vós, preparador do destino da Índia.&lt;br /&gt;Vitória, vitória, vitória a vós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letra e Música: Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-8961157067258077801?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/8961157067258077801/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/09/hino-nacional-da-india.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/8961157067258077801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/8961157067258077801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/09/hino-nacional-da-india.html' title='Hino Nacional da Índia'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-7130788025231652183</id><published>2009-09-02T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T08:58:22.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gandhi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyJII-AbCVw/SXNurhJwi6I/AAAAAAAAAuw/LQDWWRr-jHo/s320/9042campo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyJII-AbCVw/SXNurhJwi6I/AAAAAAAAAuw/LQDWWRr-jHo/s320/9042campo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"As pequenas coisas parecem não ser nada, mas são elas que trazem a paz;&lt;br /&gt;Assim são as flores dos campos que acreditamos não terem perfume&lt;br /&gt;Mas que juntas perfumam."&lt;br /&gt;(Mohandas Gandhi) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-7130788025231652183?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/7130788025231652183/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-pequenas-coisas-parecem-nao-ser-nada.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/7130788025231652183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/7130788025231652183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-pequenas-coisas-parecem-nao-ser-nada.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyJII-AbCVw/SXNurhJwi6I/AAAAAAAAAuw/LQDWWRr-jHo/s72-c/9042campo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-7250089075618422609</id><published>2009-09-01T09:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T10:05:37.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Omar Khayyam'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/Sp1T1dSzaVI/AAAAAAAALpw/T2Ew14KVzFo/s1600-h/MEHENDI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/Sp1T1dSzaVI/AAAAAAAALpw/T2Ew14KVzFo/s400/MEHENDI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376545708011907410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na estação das rosas procuro um campo florido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e sento-me à sombra com uma linda mulher;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não cuido da minha salvação: tomo o vinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que ela me oferece; senão, o que valeria eu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omar Khayyam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-7250089075618422609?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/7250089075618422609/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/09/na-estacao-das-rosas-procuro-um-campo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/7250089075618422609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/7250089075618422609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/09/na-estacao-das-rosas-procuro-um-campo.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/Sp1T1dSzaVI/AAAAAAAALpw/T2Ew14KVzFo/s72-c/MEHENDI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-8307560128308605136</id><published>2009-08-31T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T01:23:06.714-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagore'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FuF6zWJ-TAU/TsIvbSAVG_I/AAAAAAAATAU/cd1TmME-1Io/s1600/152652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FuF6zWJ-TAU/TsIvbSAVG_I/AAAAAAAATAU/cd1TmME-1Io/s400/152652.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675150626176441330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Todavia, sem que eu pedisse,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entraste em meu coração como um desconhecido qualquer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e marcaste os momentos fugazes da minha vida com Teu selo de eternidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-8307560128308605136?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/8307560128308605136/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/08/todavia-sem-que-eu-pedisse-entraste-em.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/8307560128308605136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/8307560128308605136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/08/todavia-sem-que-eu-pedisse-entraste-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FuF6zWJ-TAU/TsIvbSAVG_I/AAAAAAAATAU/cd1TmME-1Io/s72-c/152652.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-5766032335239304080</id><published>2009-08-31T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:36:49.906-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>O vinho e as rosas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SpxQX-QzasI/AAAAAAAALnY/YlNBqv1vFCw/s1600-h/q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 377px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SpxQX-QzasI/AAAAAAAALnY/YlNBqv1vFCw/s400/q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376260427954219714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Embora não tenham limites as minhas conquistas&lt;br /&gt;para mim há apenas uma cidade&lt;br /&gt;e nessa cidade um palácio&lt;br /&gt;e nesse palácio um quarto&lt;br /&gt;e nesse quarto uma cama&lt;br /&gt;e nessa cama uma mulher&lt;br /&gt;adormecida&lt;br /&gt;a jóia mais valiosa&lt;br /&gt;de toda a minha coroa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anônimo, Índia,&lt;br /&gt;In O vinho e as rosas&lt;br /&gt;Trad. de Jorge Sousa Braga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-5766032335239304080?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/5766032335239304080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-vinho-e-as-rosas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/5766032335239304080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/5766032335239304080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-vinho-e-as-rosas.html' title='O vinho e as rosas'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SpxQX-QzasI/AAAAAAAALnY/YlNBqv1vFCw/s72-c/q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-8379046639224478058</id><published>2009-08-30T14:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T14:16:42.798-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagore'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SprsJd0KW8I/AAAAAAAALnA/nyL10vj-bFA/s1600-h/Butterfly-in-Pink-Print-C10284954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SprsJd0KW8I/AAAAAAAALnA/nyL10vj-bFA/s400/Butterfly-in-Pink-Print-C10284954.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375868752586496962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"A borboleta conta momentos e não meses, e tem tempo de sobra."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-8379046639224478058?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/8379046639224478058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/08/borboleta-conta-momentos-e-nao-meses-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/8379046639224478058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/8379046639224478058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/08/borboleta-conta-momentos-e-nao-meses-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SprsJd0KW8I/AAAAAAAALnA/nyL10vj-bFA/s72-c/Butterfly-in-Pink-Print-C10284954.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-7276372337743462823</id><published>2009-08-30T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T13:12:47.056-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curiosidades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lendas'/><title type='text'>Pérolas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SprdNFenEgI/AAAAAAAALmw/9LImFWsXD0w/s1600-h/perolas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SprdNFenEgI/AAAAAAAALmw/9LImFWsXD0w/s400/perolas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375852322098713090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poemas épicos indianos como o Ramayana e Mahabarata contém interessantes lendas sobre pérolas: "Após a criação do mundo os quatro elementos honraram o Criador, cada um com um presente. O Ar ofereceu-lhe um arco-iris; o Fogo uma estrela cadente; a Terra um precioso rubi e a Água uma pérola". Na Índia acreditava-se que as pérolas nasciam na testa, cérebro e estômago dos elefantes (animais sagrados), também nas nuvens, conchas, peixes, serpentes, bambus e ostras. Sendo propriedade exclusiva dos deuses, as pérolas das nuvens irradiavam boa sorte. As pérolas das serpentes possuíam um halo azul e descendiam de Va’Suki, soberano das serpentes. Os mortais muito raramente viam essas pérolas: somente os de grande mérito gozavam de tal privilégio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-7276372337743462823?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/7276372337743462823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/08/perolas_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/7276372337743462823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/7276372337743462823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/08/perolas_30.html' title='Pérolas'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SprdNFenEgI/AAAAAAAALmw/9LImFWsXD0w/s72-c/perolas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-2366434640172469887</id><published>2009-08-30T12:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:27:53.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kabir'/><title type='text'>Kabir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SprSYxYfDZI/AAAAAAAALmg/mQ58AoDLaeU/s1600-h/kabir-print1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SprSYxYfDZI/AAAAAAAALmg/mQ58AoDLaeU/s400/kabir-print1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375840428234837394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O sábio e poeta Kabir é uma das figuras mais interessantes e conhecidas dentro da mística hindu. Apesar de pouco conhecido no ocidente, no oriente seus poemas o colocam entre os grandes poetas místicos de todos os tempos, ao lado de Jalal ud-Din Rumi, San Juan de la Cruz, Al-Hallaj, Ryokan, Tagore, entre muitos outros.&lt;br /&gt;Nasceu em 1440 na cidade de Benares.&lt;br /&gt;Foi casado, teve filhos e a maioria dos historiadores acredita que ele tenha sido tecelão. Esse aspecto "mundano" de sua vida também é marcante em sua poesia, erigida em cima da busca do divino sem a negação do mundo, do perceber e sentir Deus em tudo, no dia-dia, em cada ato, por mais simples que ele seja...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-2366434640172469887?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/2366434640172469887/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/08/kabir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/2366434640172469887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/2366434640172469887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/08/kabir.html' title='Kabir'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SprSYxYfDZI/AAAAAAAALmg/mQ58AoDLaeU/s72-c/kabir-print1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-2777606553837854123</id><published>2009-08-30T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:11:44.432-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>O Céu e o Ninho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SprO1uZgy0I/AAAAAAAALmY/EOwilG5Av60/s1600-h/1155ShivaParvati.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SprO1uZgy0I/AAAAAAAALmY/EOwilG5Av60/s400/1155ShivaParvati.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375836527603534658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="smller"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="para"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; És ao mesmo tempo o céu e o ninho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu belo amigo, aqui no ninho,&lt;br /&gt;o teu amor prende a alma&lt;br /&gt;com mil cores,&lt;br /&gt;cores e músicas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega a manhã,&lt;br /&gt;trazendo na mão a cesta de oiro,&lt;br /&gt;com a grinalda da formosura,&lt;br /&gt;para coroar a terra em silêncio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega a noite pelas veredas não andadas&lt;br /&gt;dos prados solitários,&lt;br /&gt;já abandonados pelos rebanhos!&lt;br /&gt;Traz, na sua bilha de oiro,&lt;br /&gt;a fresca bebida da paz,&lt;br /&gt;recolhida&lt;br /&gt;no mar ocidental do descanso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas onde o céu infinito se abre,&lt;br /&gt;para que a alma possa voar,&lt;br /&gt;reina a branca claridade imaculada.&lt;br /&gt;Ali não há dia nem noite,&lt;br /&gt;nem forma, nem cor,&lt;br /&gt;nem sequer nunca, nunca,&lt;br /&gt;uma palavra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabindranath Tagore, in "O Coração da Primavera"&lt;br /&gt;Tradução de Manuel Simões &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-2777606553837854123?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/2777606553837854123/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-ceu-e-o-ninho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/2777606553837854123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/2777606553837854123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-ceu-e-o-ninho.html' title='O Céu e o Ninho'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SprO1uZgy0I/AAAAAAAALmY/EOwilG5Av60/s72-c/1155ShivaParvati.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-4631002496515905981</id><published>2009-08-30T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T11:50:38.836-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagore'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SprJw7xwkjI/AAAAAAAALmQ/9kiAwBt9PkY/s1600-h/3109258328_e47f7af521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SprJw7xwkjI/AAAAAAAALmQ/9kiAwBt9PkY/s400/3109258328_e47f7af521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375830947737408050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O que se ocupa demasiado a fazer o bem não tem tempo para ser bom.&lt;br /&gt;Tagore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-4631002496515905981?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/4631002496515905981/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-que-se-ocupa-demasiado-fazer-o-bem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/4631002496515905981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/4631002496515905981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-que-se-ocupa-demasiado-fazer-o-bem.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SprJw7xwkjI/AAAAAAAALmQ/9kiAwBt9PkY/s72-c/3109258328_e47f7af521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-9075987237677948023</id><published>2009-08-29T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T15:20:33.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Quero ser o poeta da noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0);" target="_blank" onclick="_linkInterstitial('http://www.your-soul.com/archives/planta\74wbr\76ndo-estrelas.jpg'); return false;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.your-soul.com/archives/plantando-estrelas.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="para"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Noite, velada Noite,&lt;br /&gt;faz-me teu poeta!&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me entoar as canções&lt;br /&gt;de todos aqueles&lt;br /&gt;que, pelos séculos dos séculos,&lt;br /&gt;se sentaram em silêncio&lt;br /&gt;à tua sombra!&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me subir ao teu carro sem rodas&lt;br /&gt;que corre silencioso de mundo a mundo,&lt;br /&gt;tu que és rainha do palácio do tempo,&lt;br /&gt;escura e formosa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantos entendimentos ansiosos&lt;br /&gt;penetraram mudos no teu pátio,&lt;br /&gt;vaguearam sem lâmpada pela tua casa,&lt;br /&gt;à tua procura!&lt;br /&gt;Quantos corações, que a mão do Desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;atravessou com a flecha da alegria,&lt;br /&gt;romperam em cânticos&lt;br /&gt;que sacudiam a tua sombra&lt;br /&gt;até aos alicerces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me, ó Noite,&lt;br /&gt;o poeta destas almas despertas&lt;br /&gt;que contemplam maravilhadas,&lt;br /&gt;à luz das estrelas,&lt;br /&gt;o tesouro que encontraram&lt;br /&gt;de repente;&lt;br /&gt;o poeta do teu insondável silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;ó Noite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabindranath Tagore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-9075987237677948023?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/9075987237677948023/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/08/quero-ser-o-poeta-da-noite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/9075987237677948023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/9075987237677948023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/08/quero-ser-o-poeta-da-noite.html' title='Quero ser o poeta da noite'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-2655251006306764675</id><published>2009-08-29T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T03:41:22.671-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Desejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SpkFv54ehOI/AAAAAAAALlM/GY4ORmABJEM/s1600-h/nadia_in_Devdas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SpkFv54ehOI/AAAAAAAALlM/GY4ORmABJEM/s400/nadia_in_Devdas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375333950793090274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="smller"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="para"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O desejo a impele ao encontro do amante&lt;br /&gt;O receio a detém por um momento&lt;br /&gt;Parece a seda de um estandarte&lt;br /&gt;Que ora se abandona ora se furta ao vento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalidasa, séc. V - Índia&lt;br /&gt;Trad.: Jorge Sousa Braga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-2655251006306764675?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/2655251006306764675/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/08/desejo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/2655251006306764675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/2655251006306764675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/08/desejo.html' title='Desejo'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SpkFv54ehOI/AAAAAAAALlM/GY4ORmABJEM/s72-c/nadia_in_Devdas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-7982348272125480385</id><published>2009-08-25T06:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T15:20:47.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>À Espera do Amado</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://cantinho-meigo.blogspot.com/2009/08/espera-do-amado.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SpPj_aoDfeI/AAAAAAAALh0/pR7bvTbfD-c/s1600-h/yana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SpPj_aoDfeI/AAAAAAAALh0/pR7bvTbfD-c/s400/yana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373889459001720290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="smller"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="para"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Disse-me baixinho:&lt;br /&gt;— Meu amor, olha-me nos olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Ralhei-lhe, duramente, e disse-lhe:&lt;br /&gt;— Vai-te embora.&lt;br /&gt;Mas ele não foi.&lt;br /&gt;Chegou ao pé de mim e agarrou-me as mãos...&lt;br /&gt;Eu disse-lhe:&lt;br /&gt;— Deixa-me.&lt;br /&gt;Mas ele não deixou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encostou a cara ao meu ouvido.&lt;br /&gt;Afastei-me um pouco,&lt;br /&gt;fiquei a olhá-lo e disse-lhe:&lt;br /&gt;— Não tens vergonha? Nem se moveu.&lt;br /&gt;Os seus lábios roçaram a minha face.&lt;br /&gt;Estremeci e disse-lhe:&lt;br /&gt;— Como te atreves?&lt;br /&gt;Mas ele não se envergonhou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prendeu-me uma flor no cabelo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu disse-lhe:&lt;br /&gt;— É inútil.&lt;br /&gt;Mas ele não fez caso.&lt;br /&gt;Tirou-me a grinalda do pescoço&lt;br /&gt;e abalou.&lt;br /&gt;Continuo a chorar,&lt;br /&gt;e pergunto ao meu coração:&lt;br /&gt;Porque é que ele não volta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabindranath Tagore, in "O Coração da Primavera"&lt;br /&gt;Tradução de Manuel Simões &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-7982348272125480385?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/7982348272125480385/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/08/espera-do-amado.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/7982348272125480385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/7982348272125480385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/08/espera-do-amado.html' title='À Espera do Amado'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SpPj_aoDfeI/AAAAAAAALh0/pR7bvTbfD-c/s72-c/yana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-1892167042967916637</id><published>2009-08-24T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T15:21:14.968-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Citações'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SpKs0mux3uI/AAAAAAAALhU/iPn3zWtbmok/s1600-h/lamparina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SpKs0mux3uI/AAAAAAAALhU/iPn3zWtbmok/s400/lamparina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373547325156351714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Acende a lâmpada do amor com a tua vida!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabindranath Tagore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-1892167042967916637?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/1892167042967916637/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/08/acende-lampada-do-amor-com-tua-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/1892167042967916637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/1892167042967916637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/08/acende-lampada-do-amor-com-tua-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SpKs0mux3uI/AAAAAAAALhU/iPn3zWtbmok/s72-c/lamparina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-1945379915702979399</id><published>2009-08-19T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T16:25:16.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deuses'/><title type='text'>A história de Ganesha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SoyJYmRYa9I/AAAAAAAALbE/EgXRCZAYbds/s1600-h/Ganesha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SoyJYmRYa9I/AAAAAAAALbE/EgXRCZAYbds/s400/Ganesha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371819511229475794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganesha foi criado a partir de uma pasta de sândalo e açafrão que a deusa Parvati (sua mãe e esposa de Shiva) tirou do próprio corpo. Ele foi designado para guardar as portas do santuário materno e só aceitava as ordens de Parvati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certa vez Shiva estava guerreando ao lado dos outros deuses e retornava à sua casa, alegre com a gloriosa vitória que trouxera aos deuses, parando apenas à entrada de sua casa, onde encontrou Ganesha. Este, seguindo fielmente as palavras de Parvati, não permitiu que o deus entrasse na casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em um acesso de fúria e sem nenhuma piedade, Shiva usou seu poderoso tridente e separou a cabeça do menino do corpo. Arrependido e vendo Parvati muito triste, Shiva concedeu uma bênção à Ganesha: um elefante real foi decapitado e a cabeça do animal foi colocada no pescoço do filho que voltou a vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, Ganesha se tornou uma criança especial com uma cabeça de elefante, designado a partir de então como "O Senhor que remove todos os obstáculos".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganesha simboliza a sabedoria, inteligência, amor, fertilidade e prosperidade. É o primeiro a ser invocado nas cerimônias para garantir o sucesso em qualquer empreendimento. Ele destrói todos os obstáculos materiais e espirituais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-1945379915702979399?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/1945379915702979399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/08/historia-de-ganesha.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/1945379915702979399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/1945379915702979399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/08/historia-de-ganesha.html' title='A história de Ganesha'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SoyJYmRYa9I/AAAAAAAALbE/EgXRCZAYbds/s72-c/Ganesha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-2925199663046367458</id><published>2009-08-16T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T15:21:25.030-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SogcFFLjnTI/AAAAAAAALY0/ihX3gtYWiME/s1600-h/0,,12030065,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SogcFFLjnTI/AAAAAAAALY0/ihX3gtYWiME/s400/0,,12030065,00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370573429254888754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não falas, vou encher o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Com o teu silêncio, e agüentá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;Ficarei quieto, esperando, como a noite&lt;br /&gt;Em sua vigília estrelada,&lt;br /&gt;Com a cabeça pacientemente inclinada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabindranath Tagore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="smller"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-2925199663046367458?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/2925199663046367458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/08/se-nao-falas-vou-encher-o-meu-coracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/2925199663046367458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/2925199663046367458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/08/se-nao-falas-vou-encher-o-meu-coracao.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SogcFFLjnTI/AAAAAAAALY0/ihX3gtYWiME/s72-c/0,,12030065,00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-395602346375451153</id><published>2009-08-08T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T20:07:44.759-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vocabulário'/><title type='text'>Vocabulário</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are baba&lt;/span&gt;: é uma exclamação, equivale a um "poxa!", "ô Deus", "não brinca" "ah, não".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arebaguandi&lt;/span&gt;: também no sentido de "ai meu Deus"!&lt;br /&gt;(Quando se coloca esse final "di", acrescenta-se um respeito maior à pessoa a quem você se dirige. Assim, arebaguandi é um "ô meu deus"mais respeitoso ainda que o Baguan Keliê).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atchá&lt;/span&gt;: expressão de satisfação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atchatchatcha&lt;/span&gt;: expressão que traduz extrema satisfação.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baguan keliê&lt;/span&gt;: uma expressão que significa “por Deus!”, “ô meu Deus!”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bhaya&lt;/span&gt;: irmão mais velho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bus&lt;/span&gt;: significa “basta” e tem um significado bem amplo. Pode ser usada para dizer que não quer mais nada em uma loja ou para pedir que alguém pare de fazer alguma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dalit&lt;/span&gt;: é o chamado intocável, uma pessoa impura. Os textos sagrados definem como “a poeira aos pés do deus Brahma”. Os Dalit não podem sequer tocar com sua sombra um integrante das castas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Djan&lt;/span&gt;: querido, amado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Djan, djan:&lt;/span&gt; vá, vá, vamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Divina laksmi&lt;/span&gt;: é o nome próprio de uma deusa que traz prosperidade e beleza para a terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Firanghi&lt;/span&gt;: vem do inglês “foreign”, que significa estrangeiro. Na mistura de línguas virou Firanghi, que significa estrangeiro ou estrangeira. O inglês é muito usado na Índia já que parte do país foi colônia inglesa até 1947. A palavra Firanghi carrega um sentido pejorativo, já que se refere a quem não valoriza os costumes do país.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karwa chauth&lt;/span&gt;: é o dia em que as mulheres casadas fazem jejum para que os deuses concedam vida e longa e prosperidade a seus maridos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manglik&lt;/span&gt;: pessoa amaldiçoada para o amor. Isso significa que o primeiro casamento da vida dessa pessoa está condenado ao fracasso, mas nada se sabe quanto ao segundo. Por isso é recomendado que ela se case com um animal ou um vegetal para se livrar de tal maldição. Este ritual de casamento é chamado de Kumbh Vivah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Namastê&lt;/span&gt;: um cumprimento para saudar as pessoas. Significa “o deus que habita em mim saúda o deus que habita em você”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Puja para Ganesha&lt;/span&gt;: Puja é um tipo de ritual, e Ganesha é a divindade mais popular da Índia. Portanto, Puja para Ganesha significa “ritual para Ganesha”. Na ocasião, são oferecidas comidas como coco, doces, grão de bico e outras iguarias indianas. Além das oferendas, flores, incensos e velas devem enfeitar o ritual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sari&lt;/span&gt;: roupa típica da Índia usada pelas mulheres. Trata-se simplesmente de um pano enrolado no corpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tchalô&lt;/span&gt;: vamos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tik&lt;/span&gt;: sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tik he&lt;/span&gt;: tem o significado de “tudo bem”, que é usado até quando se quer concordar com algo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tik tik&lt;/span&gt;: sim, sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuc-tucs&lt;/span&gt;: mais confortáveis que os riquixás, têm sua estrutura sobre uma moto e funcionam da mesma forma, inclusive como táxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ulu&lt;/span&gt;: é a definição de uma pessoa estúpida, burra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ulucapatá&lt;/span&gt;: o maior de todos os burros; “grande senhor dos burros”, como traduzem os indianos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-395602346375451153?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/395602346375451153/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/08/vocabulario.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/395602346375451153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/395602346375451153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/08/vocabulario.html' title='Vocabulário'/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201402054629954959.post-6505654568742240902</id><published>2009-07-07T10:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T10:30:00.761-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Citações'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SlOFvg1DyoI/AAAAAAAALHk/6WZHLLQTTAU/s1600-h/461405.gif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SlOFvg1DyoI/AAAAAAAALHk/6WZHLLQTTAU/s400/461405.gif.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355771433186478722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Assim como uma gota de veneno compromete um balde inteiro, também a mentira, por menor que seja, estraga toda nossa vida."&lt;br /&gt;Gandhi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5201402054629954959-6505654568742240902?l=segredos-da-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/feeds/6505654568742240902/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/07/assim-como-uma-gota-de-veneno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/6505654568742240902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5201402054629954959/posts/default/6505654568742240902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://segredos-da-india.blogspot.com/2009/07/assim-como-uma-gota-de-veneno.html' title=''/><author><name>Nádia Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvG_VWzEQ-M/Tvj8LUjqnFI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/1_dYogWqBr4/s220/nana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpbZjqaoBEA/SlOFvg1DyoI/AAAAAAAALHk/6WZHLLQTTAU/s72-c/461405.gif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
