<?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-7061133060102165130</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:22:53.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epígrafes de Sílvia Mota</title><subtitle type='html'>Poeta e Escritora do Amor e da Paz</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061133060102165130/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sílvia Mota a Poeta e Escritora do Amor e da Paz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMNbbbYpGgo/TK6s5xwkjAI/AAAAAAAACuk/K_mumSdT-mo/S220/23-12-09_0049-3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061133060102165130.post-8873409099986179098</id><published>2009-09-06T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T14:07:45.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A solitude de mim, poeta e escritora</title><content type='html'>Eu poeta e escritora sou intelectualmente solitária. A solitude é-me necessária à apreensão da realidade, quando pretendo transformá-la em subjetividade poética ou objetividade científica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabo Frio, 6 de setembro de 2009 - 20h49.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7061133060102165130-8873409099986179098?l=silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/feeds/8873409099986179098/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/2009/09/solidao-do-poeta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061133060102165130/posts/default/8873409099986179098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061133060102165130/posts/default/8873409099986179098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/2009/09/solidao-do-poeta.html' title='A solitude de mim, poeta e escritora'/><author><name>Sílvia Mota a Poeta e Escritora do Amor e da Paz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMNbbbYpGgo/TK6s5xwkjAI/AAAAAAAACuk/K_mumSdT-mo/S220/23-12-09_0049-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061133060102165130.post-9202157171015140581</id><published>2009-07-09T18:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T17:40:21.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estro eterno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blkimg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://recantodasletras.uol.com.br/img.php?id=63374&amp;amp;nome_sis=565567.jpg&amp;amp;maxw=495&amp;amp;maxh=660" width="495" border="0" height="466" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="texhtml breakword"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://recantodasletras.uol.com.br/usuarios/63374/fotos/565612.gif"&gt;&lt;img class="align-center" src="http://recantodasletras.uol.com.br/usuarios/63374/fotos/565612.gif?width=470" width="470" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ESTRO ETERNO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sílvia Mota&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Ao avesso do que expressa Mario Quintana, dato meus poemas; carimbo-lhes os anos, os meses, as horas, os minutos e colocaria neles até mesmo as frações de segundos, se possível fosse. Nada é parvo ou casual, tudo se integra. É meu fetiche poetizar assim o &lt;i&gt;frisson&lt;/i&gt; de cada instante que ficou no tempo - ultrapassando o tempo - eternizado na palavra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cabo Frio, 13 de junho de 2009 - 12h32&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;POEMA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario Quintana (Caderno H)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Mas por que datar um poema? Os poetas que põem datas nos seus poemas me lembram essas galinhas que carimbam os ovos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://recantodasletras.uol.com.br/usuarios/63374/fotos/565612.gif"&gt;&lt;img class="align-center" src="http://recantodasletras.uol.com.br/usuarios/63374/fotos/565612.gif?width=470" width="470" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&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/7061133060102165130-9202157171015140581?l=silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/feeds/9202157171015140581/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/2009/07/meu-estro-eterno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061133060102165130/posts/default/9202157171015140581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061133060102165130/posts/default/9202157171015140581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/2009/07/meu-estro-eterno.html' title='Estro eterno'/><author><name>Sílvia Mota a Poeta e Escritora do Amor e da Paz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMNbbbYpGgo/TK6s5xwkjAI/AAAAAAAACuk/K_mumSdT-mo/S220/23-12-09_0049-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061133060102165130.post-8727321750043784785</id><published>2009-07-09T18:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T09:58:46.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O poeta em gotas de pensamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="boxtexto" id="blkTexto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blkimg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://recantodasletras.uol.com.br/img.php?id=63374&amp;amp;nome_sis=565747.jpg&amp;amp;maxw=495&amp;amp;maxh=660" width="495" border="0" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="texhtml breakword"&gt;&lt;img src="http://recantodasletras.uol.com.br/usuarios/63374/fotos/565749.gif" style="width: 427px; height: 34px;" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;O poeta em gotas de pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao afã de fazer-se perceber e ouvir em cada recanto da imensa floresta, a voz do poeta será aprazível, sutil e misteriosa, à semelhança das fragrâncias do Oriente; sensível tal qual as pétalas das rosas e afinada a exemplo dos gorjeios dos pássaros. O poeta, os aromas que deleitam, as rosas e os pássaros comungam a mesma essência. Por conseguinte, em natural sintonia, cumprem missão universal de cantar e encantar e, quiçá, magnetizar o coração de alguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://recantodasletras.uol.com.br/usuarios/63374/fotos/565749.gif" width="427" align="middle" height="34" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabo Frio, 20 de maio de 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td class="aut" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sílvia Mota a Poeta e Escritora do Amor e da Paz&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td class="info" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blklicencatexto"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Copyright © 2011. 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align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blkimg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993366; font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://recantodasletras.uol.com.br/img.php?id=63374&amp;amp;nome_sis=565807.gif&amp;amp;maxw=495&amp;amp;maxh=660" width="377" border="0" height="522" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="texhtml breakword"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993366; font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://recantodasletras.uol.com.br/usuarios/63374/fotos/565799.gif" width="267" align="middle" height="52" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993366; font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;Minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font-size-3" style="font-size: 14px; color: #993366; font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;Ao meu espírito só consigo delinear a vida de forma místico-poética,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo quando me surpreende com alguns cantos desafinados e encantos sob a forma de bruxedos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://recantodasletras.uol.com.br/usuarios/63374/fotos/565799.gif" width="267" align="middle" height="52" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="texhtml breakword"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="font-size-1" style="color: #993366; font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;Sílvia Mota a Poeta e Escritora do Amor e da Paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabo Frio, 20 de maio de 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td class="aut" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td class="info" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Paz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMNbbbYpGgo/TK6s5xwkjAI/AAAAAAAACuk/K_mumSdT-mo/S220/23-12-09_0049-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061133060102165130.post-4607757310248217285</id><published>2009-07-09T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T22:14:53.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barganha</title><content type='html'>"Ter medo é esquivar-se das verdades contidas na realidade factual - comodismo, barganha e deslealdade para consigo mesmo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sílvia Mota a Poeta e Escritora do Amor e da Paz.&lt;br /&gt;Cabo Frio, 14 de agosto de 2008 – 21h18.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7061133060102165130-4607757310248217285?l=silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMNbbbYpGgo/TK6s5xwkjAI/AAAAAAAACuk/K_mumSdT-mo/S220/23-12-09_0049-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061133060102165130.post-4763249783318337980</id><published>2009-07-09T18:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T22:15:50.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicidade absoluta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Ah! felicidade absoluta!.. essa virtude desejada e procurada, mas intangível, pois incognoscível ao espírito humano!.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sílvia Mota.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cabo Frio, 7 de maio de 2008 – 22:07hs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7061133060102165130-4763249783318337980?l=silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/feeds/4763249783318337980/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/2009/07/felicidade-absoluta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061133060102165130/posts/default/4763249783318337980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061133060102165130/posts/default/4763249783318337980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/2009/07/felicidade-absoluta.html' title='Felicidade absoluta'/><author><name>Sílvia Mota a Poeta e Escritora do Amor e da Paz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMNbbbYpGgo/TK6s5xwkjAI/AAAAAAAACuk/K_mumSdT-mo/S220/23-12-09_0049-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061133060102165130.post-4439046813171539028</id><published>2009-07-09T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T22:19:12.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicidade absoluta... é coisa que não tem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Da necessidade inerente ao espírito humano de encontrar um desígnio para sua existência, nasce a ilusão da felicidade absoluta; aquela ilusão que, de tanto perseguida, massacra, sem indulgência, a viril realidade, criando neste locus vitae humanae um mundo de sonhos arriscados, mas irresistíveis, ao que a ninguém é suscetível ignorar."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;****************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sílvia Mota.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rio de Janeiro, 7 de maio de 2008. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7061133060102165130-4439046813171539028?l=silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/feeds/4439046813171539028/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/2009/07/felicidade-absoluta-e-coisa-que-nao-tem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061133060102165130/posts/default/4439046813171539028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061133060102165130/posts/default/4439046813171539028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/2009/07/felicidade-absoluta-e-coisa-que-nao-tem.html' title='Felicidade absoluta... é coisa que não tem...'/><author><name>Sílvia Mota a Poeta e Escritora do Amor e da Paz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMNbbbYpGgo/TK6s5xwkjAI/AAAAAAAACuk/K_mumSdT-mo/S220/23-12-09_0049-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061133060102165130.post-750538411814888602</id><published>2009-07-09T18:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T22:23:48.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Medo</title><content type='html'>"Cultivar o medo é ter arma apontada contra si mesmo, o tempo todo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sílvia Mota a Poeta e Escritora do Amor e da Paz.&lt;br /&gt;Cabo Frio, 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7061133060102165130-750538411814888602?l=silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/feeds/750538411814888602/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/2009/07/medo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061133060102165130/posts/default/750538411814888602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061133060102165130/posts/default/750538411814888602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/2009/07/medo.html' title='Medo'/><author><name>Sílvia Mota a Poeta e Escritora do Amor e da Paz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMNbbbYpGgo/TK6s5xwkjAI/AAAAAAAACuk/K_mumSdT-mo/S220/23-12-09_0049-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061133060102165130.post-7513328552526857276</id><published>2009-07-09T18:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T22:25:08.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiossincrasia</title><content type='html'>"Minha idiossincrasia é desenovelar a poesia inerente a cada ato humano, mesmo aquele mais assustador."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sílvia Mota a Poeta e Escritora do Amor e da Paz.&lt;br /&gt;Cabo Frio, 21 de janeiro de 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7061133060102165130-7513328552526857276?l=silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/feeds/7513328552526857276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/2009/07/idiossincrasia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061133060102165130/posts/default/7513328552526857276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061133060102165130/posts/default/7513328552526857276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/2009/07/idiossincrasia.html' title='Idiossincrasia'/><author><name>Sílvia Mota a Poeta e Escritora do Amor e da Paz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMNbbbYpGgo/TK6s5xwkjAI/AAAAAAAACuk/K_mumSdT-mo/S220/23-12-09_0049-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061133060102165130.post-5571567868686653695</id><published>2009-07-09T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T22:29:55.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor... sempre amor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Malho a mente todos os dias, por ininterruptas horas, enviando comandos exaustivos para o coração, ordenando-lhe que jamais desista de amar."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Frase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sílvia Mota, 2006. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7061133060102165130-5571567868686653695?l=silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/feeds/5571567868686653695/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/2009/07/amar-sempre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061133060102165130/posts/default/5571567868686653695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061133060102165130/posts/default/5571567868686653695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/2009/07/amar-sempre.html' title='Amor... sempre amor!'/><author><name>Sílvia Mota a Poeta e Escritora do Amor e da Paz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMNbbbYpGgo/TK6s5xwkjAI/AAAAAAAACuk/K_mumSdT-mo/S220/23-12-09_0049-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061133060102165130.post-1126434593189949347</id><published>2009-07-09T18:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T22:30:22.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belas Artes Belas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Existe diferença entre as artes úteis e as belas artes. As primeiras visam determinado fim, sem excluir, entretanto, a beleza; as segundas, generosas, almejam simplesmente a criação do belo. Ao falar da minha produção artística, seja através da pena ou do pincel, refiro-me sempre às belas artes belas."&lt;br /&gt;****************************&lt;br /&gt;Sílvia Mota.&lt;br /&gt;Rio de Janeiro, 2002.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7061133060102165130-1126434593189949347?l=silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/feeds/1126434593189949347/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/2009/07/belas-artes-belas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061133060102165130/posts/default/1126434593189949347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061133060102165130/posts/default/1126434593189949347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/2009/07/belas-artes-belas.html' title='Belas Artes Belas'/><author><name>Sílvia Mota a Poeta e Escritora do Amor e da Paz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMNbbbYpGgo/TK6s5xwkjAI/AAAAAAAACuk/K_mumSdT-mo/S220/23-12-09_0049-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061133060102165130.post-5930248181893152513</id><published>2009-07-09T18:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T22:31:37.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aragem pictórica</title><content type='html'>"Preservar o branco da tela será para mim respirar um ar gostoso, novo!..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sílvia Mota a Poeta e Escritora do Amor e da Paz.&lt;br /&gt;Rio de Janeiro, 4 de janeiro de 1993 - 23h45.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7061133060102165130-5930248181893152513?l=silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/feeds/5930248181893152513/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/2009/07/aragem-pictorica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061133060102165130/posts/default/5930248181893152513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061133060102165130/posts/default/5930248181893152513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/2009/07/aragem-pictorica.html' title='Aragem pictórica'/><author><name>Sílvia Mota a Poeta e Escritora do Amor e da Paz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMNbbbYpGgo/TK6s5xwkjAI/AAAAAAAACuk/K_mumSdT-mo/S220/23-12-09_0049-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061133060102165130.post-6682421057997071761</id><published>2009-07-09T18:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T18:26:36.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>40 anos</title><content type='html'>"Não esperava aprender tantas coisas aos 40 anos de idade!"&lt;br /&gt;****************************&lt;br /&gt;Sílvia Mota.&lt;br /&gt;Rio de Janeiro, 18 de agosto de 1992.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7061133060102165130-6682421057997071761?l=silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/feeds/6682421057997071761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/2009/07/40-anos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061133060102165130/posts/default/6682421057997071761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061133060102165130/posts/default/6682421057997071761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/2009/07/40-anos.html' title='40 anos'/><author><name>Sílvia Mota a Poeta e Escritora do Amor e da Paz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMNbbbYpGgo/TK6s5xwkjAI/AAAAAAAACuk/K_mumSdT-mo/S220/23-12-09_0049-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061133060102165130.post-5799213202902537905</id><published>2009-07-09T18:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T22:34:56.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superação, sempre!</title><content type='html'>"Engraçado... sensação interessante! Alegria e alívio... realização apenas momentânea, muito rápida mesmo, pois a responsabilidade de fazer o próximo trabalho domina-me imediatamente. Começo a sentir o 'sofrer saboroso' da nova criação e sinto uma necessidade antecipada de que devo ultrapassar - sempre - o último trabalho, cada vez mais, num crescer sem fim. Não admito o retrocesso. Sem orgulho nem vaidade. Apenas, porque deve ser assim. Um esforço contínuo se materializa em resultados - preciso ultrapassar meus limites, sempre!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sílvia Mota a Poeta e Escritora do Amor e da Paz.&lt;br /&gt;Rio de Janeiro, 18 de agosto de 1992.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7061133060102165130-5799213202902537905?l=silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/feeds/5799213202902537905/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/2009/07/superacao-sempre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061133060102165130/posts/default/5799213202902537905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061133060102165130/posts/default/5799213202902537905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/2009/07/superacao-sempre.html' title='Superação, sempre!'/><author><name>Sílvia Mota a Poeta e Escritora do Amor e da Paz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMNbbbYpGgo/TK6s5xwkjAI/AAAAAAAACuk/K_mumSdT-mo/S220/23-12-09_0049-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061133060102165130.post-3682101806905887767</id><published>2009-07-09T18:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T22:37:56.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesão temporal</title><content type='html'>"Guardar uma coisa por muito tempo ou apresentá-la prematuramente significa, quase sempre, perdê-la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sílvia Mota a Poeta e Escritora do Amor e da Paz.&lt;br /&gt;Rio de Janeiro, 22 de agosto de 1992/22 jan. 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7061133060102165130-3682101806905887767?l=silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/feeds/3682101806905887767/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/2009/07/lesao-temporal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061133060102165130/posts/default/3682101806905887767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061133060102165130/posts/default/3682101806905887767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/2009/07/lesao-temporal.html' title='Lesão temporal'/><author><name>Sílvia Mota a Poeta e Escritora do Amor e da Paz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMNbbbYpGgo/TK6s5xwkjAI/AAAAAAAACuk/K_mumSdT-mo/S220/23-12-09_0049-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061133060102165130.post-2175695727631907390</id><published>2009-07-09T18:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T22:40:49.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inflexível desafio!</title><content type='html'>"Devo lembrar-me sempre de que um momento apenas de alegria e satisfação não determinam a minha vitória, mas sim o desafio constante de todas as dificuldades futuras."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sílvia Mota a Poeta e Escritora do Amor e da Paz.&lt;br /&gt;Rio de Janeiro, 15 de maio de 1992.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7061133060102165130-2175695727631907390?l=silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/feeds/2175695727631907390/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/2009/07/inflexivel-desafio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061133060102165130/posts/default/2175695727631907390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061133060102165130/posts/default/2175695727631907390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/2009/07/inflexivel-desafio.html' title='Inflexível desafio!'/><author><name>Sílvia Mota a Poeta e Escritora do Amor e da Paz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMNbbbYpGgo/TK6s5xwkjAI/AAAAAAAACuk/K_mumSdT-mo/S220/23-12-09_0049-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061133060102165130.post-2906506832222566150</id><published>2009-07-09T18:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T22:43:22.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Força criadora</title><content type='html'>"Difícil é não parar nos momentos difíceis, quando o interior suplica pela criação e o exterior nos abate por seus obstáculos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sílvia Mota a Poeta e Escritora do Amor e da Paz.&lt;br /&gt;Rio de Janeiro, 15 de maio de 1992.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7061133060102165130-2906506832222566150?l=silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMNbbbYpGgo/TK6s5xwkjAI/AAAAAAAACuk/K_mumSdT-mo/S220/23-12-09_0049-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061133060102165130.post-1593271961441796974</id><published>2009-07-09T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T22:46:26.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Criatividade</title><content type='html'>"Criatividade é a tensão entre o que tenho agora e o que desejo alcançar. E, isTo, como dói!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sílvia Mota a Poeta e Escritora do Amor e da Paz.&lt;br /&gt;Rio de Janeiro, 1991.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7061133060102165130-1593271961441796974?l=silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/feeds/1593271961441796974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/2009/07/criatividade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061133060102165130/posts/default/1593271961441796974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061133060102165130/posts/default/1593271961441796974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/2009/07/criatividade.html' title='Criatividade'/><author><name>Sílvia Mota a Poeta e Escritora do Amor e da Paz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMNbbbYpGgo/TK6s5xwkjAI/AAAAAAAACuk/K_mumSdT-mo/S220/23-12-09_0049-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061133060102165130.post-2061766910977947251</id><published>2009-07-09T18:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T18:49:33.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu e a Arte</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://api.ning.com:80/files/wIUYBvvOJr4MPvL8CSSfgm32X4CTwyVwj4WvP6qCT9qz4GPoowW1susHLm5A4yvZhpmca28P7wGPJA1jB5w44jAWd1xNWhog/571cee77ff88e48b522147c6a0b59488_web.gif" alt=""/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Arte eleva o ser humano às montanhas mais altas do Universo e o deixa jogar-se sem medo, na certeza de que na descida lhe nascerão asas para voar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rio de Janeiro, 9 de setembro de 1985.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7061133060102165130-2061766910977947251?l=silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/feeds/2061766910977947251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/2009/07/arte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061133060102165130/posts/default/2061766910977947251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061133060102165130/posts/default/2061766910977947251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviamotaepigrafes.blogspot.com/2009/07/arte.html' title='Eu e a Arte'/><author><name>Sílvia Mota a Poeta e Escritora do Amor e da Paz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMNbbbYpGgo/TK6s5xwkjAI/AAAAAAAACuk/K_mumSdT-mo/S220/23-12-09_0049-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
