<?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-3182952835059717349</id><updated>2012-02-09T14:23:49.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entrevidas</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-3521967247327255499</id><published>2011-11-22T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T03:35:40.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PECADO É PECADO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jpGJ8C--DZs/TsuHGQ1seJI/AAAAAAAAAgM/VDCnVIDceJU/s1600/o-executivo-e-o-pescador%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677780296899786898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jpGJ8C--DZs/TsuHGQ1seJI/AAAAAAAAAgM/VDCnVIDceJU/s400/o-executivo-e-o-pescador%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um paulista, trabalhando pesado, suado, terno e gravata, vê um baiano deitado numa rede, na maior folga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O paulista não resiste e diz:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;_ Voce sabia que a preguiça é um dos setes pecados capitais?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o baiano, sem se mexer, responde:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;_ Óxente meu rei!!!! E a inveja é o quê?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-3521967247327255499?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/3521967247327255499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/11/pecado-e-pecado.html#comment-form' title='30 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/3521967247327255499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/3521967247327255499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/11/pecado-e-pecado.html' title='PECADO É 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0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 184px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674104006779920802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cGPcHBDUGHQ/Tr53iA684aI/AAAAAAAAAf4/9SfXMKLRap4/s400/A%2Bchama%2Bda%2BEsperan%25C3%25A7a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;DE RICARDO ORESTES FORNI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Enquanto uma lágrima for consolada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Enquanto uma única estrela iluminar o velário do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;infinito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Enquanto uma flor nascer entre os mais agressivos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;espinheirais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Enquanto um casal de enamorados se detiver a observar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;a beleza do luar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Enquanto uma prece for elevada num campo de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;batalha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Enquanto um animal receber o respeito que merece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;como integrante da Criação Divina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Enquanto um pássaro voar cantando, após a tempestade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;que lhe desfez o ninho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Enquanto uma única mão estendida encontrar apoio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Enquanto um lar sobreviver aos apelos do divórcio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Enquento uma consciência em paz exemplificar o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;o caminho correto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Enquanto um presidiário receber um pensamento de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Enquanto uma única bomba não for detonada, ceifando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;vidas inocentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Enquanto um orfão for abraçado com amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Enquanto um velho não for abandonado em um asilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Enquanto um agasalho não for esquecido na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;inutilidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Enquanto um sentimento de ódio for vencido pelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Enquanto uma ofensa não ferir ao ofendido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Enquanto um único perdão não for negado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Enquanto o dia trouxer luz e renovção de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;oportunidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Enquanto uma mágoa for esquecida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Enquanto a noite trouxer a poesia aos apaixonados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Enquanto uma única fé atingir o tamanho do grão de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;mostarda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Enquanto um único ser sentir verdadeiramente a dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;do outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Enquanto Deus existir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E por Ele existir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sempre haverá motivos para se confiar e sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;O sorriso da eternidade da esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;QUE SEMPRE EXISTIRÁ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-4311250474895839703?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/4311250474895839703/comments/default' title='Postar 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cGPcHBDUGHQ/Tr53iA684aI/AAAAAAAAAf4/9SfXMKLRap4/s72-c/A%2Bchama%2Bda%2BEsperan%25C3%25A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-2601367773274585429</id><published>2011-11-01T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T07:48:34.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CONCENTRAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1rI0MbsizO4/Tq_6MAR5h0I/AAAAAAAAAfo/HZpE6mB_ZSU/s1600/Concentra%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 269px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670025540023191362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1rI0MbsizO4/Tq_6MAR5h0I/AAAAAAAAAfo/HZpE6mB_ZSU/s400/Concentra%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Concentração é o ato de focalizar a mente sobre um determinado desejo, é a capacidade de pensar como desejamos pensar; de controlar os nossos pensamentos e dirigo-los para um fim determinado. É claro que, teremos de reunir diversos assuntos que se ligam uns aos outros, formando o assunto sobre o qual estamos concentrados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A ambição e o desejo são os fatores principais de uma concentração perfeita. Desejamos qualquer coisa- e, se esse desejo for forte e rasoável, a concentração nos ajudará a consegui-la. Primeiro devemos esmagar a dúvida e o ceticismo. Nenhum cético conceguirá jamais gozar os benefícios. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;DEVERA ACREDITAR SEMPRE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Esqueça-se dos erros que cometeu e das derrotas. Deixe de viver no passado. Não sabe que o dia que passou não volta mais? Recomece tudo novamente, se os seus esforços anteriores não deram os resultados esperados, faça com que os proximos tragam. A presença de qualquer idéia ou pensamento em nossa consciência tende a produzir um sentimento "associado" e a nos levar à ação correspondente. Alimentemos na consciência um desejo profundo, com a ajuda da concentração. Uma vez, notei que o meu poder de concentreção começava enfraquecer e que o meu trabalho se tornava enfadonho. Depois de alguns dias vi que andava muito distraido. Faltava-me concentração, e as minhas atividades físicas e mentais, se tornaram desordenadas, tudo porque a minha atenção não estava concentrada no trabalho. Quando percebi o mal, pensei imediatamente, no remédio. Precisava adquirir novos hábitos de trabalho. Dia após dias, praticava a concentração de pensamento. Quando a repetição começou a se tornar agradavel para mim percebi que vencera a partida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A própria concentração não é mais do que o controle da atenção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-2601367773274585429?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/2601367773274585429/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/11/concentracao.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/2601367773274585429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/2601367773274585429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/11/concentracao.html' title='CONCENTRAÇÃO'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1rI0MbsizO4/Tq_6MAR5h0I/AAAAAAAAAfo/HZpE6mB_ZSU/s72-c/Concentra%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-1179947238278878055</id><published>2011-10-24T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T05:51:34.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALBERTINHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wxRKaqHRTsw/TqVYXmFuGWI/AAAAAAAAAfc/ebHX_Gxerss/s1600/CARD9TVYCAPTJV6WCAQDBP40CA5NUQ0ZCA6UH4DPCAUN6PFWCASOIFCYCA2446XSCAX5J90VCAYXWU3JCAPXGEJDCAZ5GRSDCA3F9LYACAS5W56LCAXII81OCAML7ZD3CAVUBFQ1CAFFRVFA.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 310px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667032868500412770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wxRKaqHRTsw/TqVYXmFuGWI/AAAAAAAAAfc/ebHX_Gxerss/s400/CARD9TVYCAPTJV6WCAQDBP40CA5NUQ0ZCA6UH4DPCAUN6PFWCASOIFCYCA2446XSCAX5J90VCAYXWU3JCAPXGEJDCAZ5GRSDCA3F9LYACAS5W56LCAXII81OCAML7ZD3CAVUBFQ1CAFFRVFA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CONTRIBUIÇÃO DE LUIZ CARLOS MORALLES CALDAS, OFICIAL DE JUSTIÇA APOSENTADO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Albertinho é um adolescente muito genioso. Quando é contrariado fica impossivel. Agora Albertinho foi receber seu boletim com suas notas refente ao seu ano escolar, e voltou para casa emburrado. Pegou toda a sua coleção de carrinho e jogou pela janela. Ele grita que não vai mostrar o boletim para ninguem. "Ai, ai, Albertinho, não faça manha. Deixe de ser birrento, mostre para mamãe as notas que os professores -o sr Hibop e as srs, Hada Flores e Maria Vozes Pupila lhe deram. Se voce se comportar - mamãe vai te levar, no mês de outubro, para conhecer todas as praias do nosso estado. Voce vai ver de perto todos &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;OSMARes &lt;/span&gt;do Paraná."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-1179947238278878055?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/1179947238278878055/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/10/albertinho.html#comment-form' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/1179947238278878055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/1179947238278878055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/10/albertinho.html' title='ALBERTINHO'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wxRKaqHRTsw/TqVYXmFuGWI/AAAAAAAAAfc/ebHX_Gxerss/s72-c/CARD9TVYCAPTJV6WCAQDBP40CA5NUQ0ZCA6UH4DPCAUN6PFWCASOIFCYCA2446XSCAX5J90VCAYXWU3JCAPXGEJDCAZ5GRSDCA3F9LYACAS5W56LCAXII81OCAML7ZD3CAVUBFQ1CAFFRVFA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-3835978387941317592</id><published>2011-10-12T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T08:19:13.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOA RESPOSTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pIYZ7Uvc-KA/TpWpSGObjuI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/OKxG5tFHDQQ/s1600/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BImagem%2B019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662618234862145250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pIYZ7Uvc-KA/TpWpSGObjuI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/OKxG5tFHDQQ/s400/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BImagem%2B019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Um mecânico esta desmontando o cabeçote de uma moto, quando ele vê na oficina um cirurgião cardiologista muito conhecido. Ele esta olhando o mecânico trabalha. Então o mecanico para e pergunta: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;-"Ei, doutor, posso lhe fazer uma pergunta?" O cirurgião, um tanto surpreso, concorda e vai até a moto na qual o mecânico esta trabalhando. O mecânico se levanta e começa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;-"Doutor, olhe este motor. Eu abro seu coração, tiro valvulas, conserto-as ponho-as de volta e fecho novamente, e, quando eu termino, ele volta a trabalhar como se fosse novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Como é então, que eu ganho tão pouco e o senhor tanto, quando nosso trabalho é praticamente o mesmo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Então o cirurgião dá um sorriso, se inclina e fala bem baixinho para o mecânico:- "Voce ja tentou fazer como eu faço, com o motor funcionando?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;xxx xxx xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"QUANDO A GENTE PENSA QUE SABE TODAS AS RESPOSTAS, VEM A VIDA E MUDA TODAS AS PESGUNTAS."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-3835978387941317592?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/3835978387941317592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/10/boa-resposta.html#comment-form' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/3835978387941317592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/3835978387941317592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/10/boa-resposta.html' title='BOA RESPOSTA'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pIYZ7Uvc-KA/TpWpSGObjuI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/OKxG5tFHDQQ/s72-c/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BImagem%2B019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-531581346291544755</id><published>2011-10-01T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T09:55:10.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EXPERIÊNCIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A redação abaixo foi desenvolvida por um candidato. Ele foi aprovado e seu texto esta fazendo sucesso, e ele com certeza será sempre lembrado por sua criatividade, sua poesia e, acima de tudo por sua alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;REDAÇÃO VENCEDORA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ja fiz consquinha na minha irmã só pra ela parar de chorar, ja me queimei brincando com vela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu ja fiz bola de chicrete e melequei o rosto, ja conversei com o espelho, e ate ja brinquei de ser bruxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ja quis ser astronalta, violinista, caçador e trapezista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ja me escondi atras da cortina e esqueci os pés pra fora. Ja passei trote por telefone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ja tomei banho de chuva e acabei me viciando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ja roubei beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ja confundi sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Peguei atalho errado e continuo andando pelo desconhecido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ja raspei o fundo da panela de arros carreteiro, ja me cortei fazendo a barba apressado, ja chorei ouvindo música no ônibus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ja tentei esquecer algumas pessoas, mas descobri que esses são as mais dificeis de esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ja subi escondido no telhado pra tentar pegar estrelas, ja subi em arvore pre roubar fruta, ja cai da escada de bumda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ja fiz juras eternas, ja escrevi no muro da escola, ja chorei sentado no chão do banheiro, ja fugi de casa pra sempre, e voltei no outro instante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ja corri pra não deixar alguem chorando, ja fiquei no meio de mil pessoas sentindo falta de uma só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ja vi pôr-do-sol cor-de rosa e alaranjado, ja me joguei na piscina sem vontade de voltar, ja bebi uisque ate sentir dormente os meus lábios, ja olhei a cidade de cima e mesmo assim não encontrei meu lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ja senti medo do escuro, ja tremi de nervoso, ja quase morri de amor, mas renasci novamente pra ver o sorriso de alguem especial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ja acordei no meio da noite e fiquei com medo de levantar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ja apostei em correr descalço na rua, ja gritei de felicidade, ja roubei rosas num enorme jardim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ja me apaixonei e achei que era para sempre, mas sempre era um para sempre pela metade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ja deitei na grama de madrugada e vi a Lua virar Sol, ja chorei por ver amigos partindo, mas descobri que logo chegam novos, e a vida é mesmo um ir e vir sem razão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Foram tantas coisas feitas, momentos fotografados pelas lentes da emoção, guardados num baú, chamado coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E agora um formulário me interroga, me encosta à parede e grita:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Qual sua experiência?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Essa pergunta ecou no meu cérebro: experiência...Esperiência...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Será que ser "plantador de sorrisos" é uma boa experiência? Não!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Agora gostaria de indagar uma pequena coisa para quem formulou esta pergunta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Experiência? Quem a tem, se a todo o momento tudo se renova?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-531581346291544755?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/531581346291544755/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/10/experiencia.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/531581346291544755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/531581346291544755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/10/experiencia.html' title='EXPERIÊNCIA'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-2318840000577673795</id><published>2011-09-19T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T05:26:42.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O EGOISMO E A SUSPEITA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;O egoismo e a suspeita andan lado a lado. Não há esperança para a pessoa que sofre de amor proprio demasiado ou de falta de confiança nos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A vingança é uma espada nua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Que não tem punho nem guarda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Saberá usar esta espada de Deus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quanto mais apertares à lamina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mais o golpe será mortal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Na tua propria mão fará um talho profundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;É o teu sangue que avermelhara o aço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E depois de despachado o golpe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quando a lamina das tuas mãos cair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Em vez do coração do inimigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;É o teu que lhe servirá de bainha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-2318840000577673795?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/2318840000577673795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-egoismo-e-suspeita.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/2318840000577673795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/2318840000577673795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-egoismo-e-suspeita.html' title='O EGOISMO E A SUSPEITA'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-3349718043387913768</id><published>2011-09-09T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T09:33:35.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CATIVAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CWnEeEzvaRQ/TmotGjpwY0I/AAAAAAAAAe4/RPKCOkoEzEQ/s1600/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BImagem%2B017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 376px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650378273162552130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CWnEeEzvaRQ/TmotGjpwY0I/AAAAAAAAAe4/RPKCOkoEzEQ/s400/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BImagem%2B017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quem és tu? Perguntou o princepezinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tu és bem bonita... Sou uma raposa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Vem brincar comigo... estou triste. Eu não posso brincar contigo! Não me cativaram ainda. Ah! desculpe-me... o que quer dizer "cativar"? Tu não és daqui... que procura?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Procuro amigos... que quer dizer "cativar"? É uma coisa muito esquecida, significa criar laços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Criar laços? Exatamente! Tu não és ainda para mim senão um garoto inteiramente igual a cem mil outros garotos! E eu não tenho necessidade de ti. E tu não tens tambem necessidade de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não passo a teus olhos de uma simples e mortal raposa igual a cem mil outras raposas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A!!! Mas se tu me cativar... nós teremos necessidade um do outro. Serás para mim o único no mundo, e eu serei para ti a única no mundo... Minha vida é monótona. Eu caço galinha e os homens me caçam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Todas as galinhas se parecem e todos os homens se parecem tambem. E por isso eu me aborreço um pouco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mas se tu me cativar, minha vida será como que cheia de sol... Conhecerei seus passos, um barulho será diferente dos outros. Os outros passos me fazem entrar debaixo da terra. O teu me chamará para fora da toca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Será como música aos meus ouvidos... E, depois, olhei! Ves lá longe os campos de trigos? Eu não como pão. O trigo para mim é inútil. Os campos de trigos não me lembra coisa alguma, e isso é triste! Mas tu tens cabelos cor de ouro. Então, será maravilhoso quando me tiver cativado. O trigo, que é dourado, fará lembrar-me de ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E eu amarei o som do vento que passa no trigueral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;POR FAVOR, CATIVA, ME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bem quisera, mas eu não tenho muito tempo, tenho amigos a descobrir e muitas outras coisas para conhecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A gente só conhece bem as coisas que cativa... Os homens não têm tempo de conhecer coisas algumas. Compram tudo prontinho nas lojas, mas como não existem lojas de amigos, os homens não tem mais amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Se tu queres um amigo... anda... Vamos lá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CATIVA-ME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Que é preciso fazer?... É preciso ser paciente. Tu te sentarás primeiro, um pouco longe de mim, assim na relva. Eu te olharei com o canto dos olhos e tu não dirás nada. A linguagem é uma fonte de mal-entendidas. mas a cada dia, tu te sentarás cada vez mais perto... e ... No dia seguinte...teria sido melhor voltares a mesma hora... Se tu vens, por exemplo, as quatro horas da tarde, desde as tres eu começarei a ser feliz. Quanto mais a hora for chegando mais eu me sentirei feliz. As quatro horas então, estarei inquieta e agitada. Descobrirei o preço da felicidade. Mas se tu vens a qualquer momento, nunca saberi a hora de preparar o coração... - quis!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mas tu vai chorar? Vou... então não sairás lucrando. Eu lucro sim!!! Por causa da cor de teus cabelos, ao olhar os campos de trigo, tu estarás sempre presente em meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;//////&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Trecho tirado do livro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"O PEQUENO PRINCIPE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DE ANTOINE SAINT EXUPÉRI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&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/3182952835059717349-3349718043387913768?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/3349718043387913768/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/09/cativar.html#comment-form' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/3349718043387913768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/3349718043387913768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/09/cativar.html' title='CATIVAR'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CWnEeEzvaRQ/TmotGjpwY0I/AAAAAAAAAe4/RPKCOkoEzEQ/s72-c/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BImagem%2B017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-8336268796529587083</id><published>2011-08-25T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T06:20:51.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SER ATRAENTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ser atraente são os sinais peculiares que nos distinguem de outras pessoas. As roupas que vestimos, os traços do nosso rosto, o tom da nossa voz, os nossos pensamentos, e o carater que desenvolvemos com esses pensamentos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A parte mais importante é a que é visivel. O estilo das roupas, a maneira de apertar a mão, a expressão do olhar, a vitalidade do corpo (magnetismo pessoal).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ninguem podera ser atraente se não possuir a base de um carater integro e verdadeiro. Podemos nos adornar com roupas à última moda, e conduzir-nos de maneira agradável no que se refere às aparências externas, mas, se houver cobiça, inveja, ódio, avareza e egoismo no nosso coração, jamais atrairemos alguem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Há uma confissão completa no nosso modo de olhar, nos nossos sorrisos, nas nossas saudações e aperto de mãos. Ser agradável e lucrara tanto material como mentalmente, pois nunca nos sentimos tão felizes como quando sabemos que tambem tornamos os outros felizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tire os óculos enfumaçados atraves dos quais vê o que parece ser "as tritezas da vida" e em seu lugar veja somente a luz do sol da amizade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-8336268796529587083?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/8336268796529587083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/08/ser-atraente.html#comment-form' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/8336268796529587083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/8336268796529587083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/08/ser-atraente.html' title='SER ATRAENTE'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-2742092833169658670</id><published>2011-08-13T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T10:24:01.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PROCURA - SE UM AMIGO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;( VINICIOS DE MORAIS )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Procura-se um migo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não precisa ser homem, basta ter sentimentos, basta ter coração. Precisa saber falar e calar, sobretudo saber ouvir. Tem que gostar de poesia, de madrugada, de pássaro, de sol, da lua, do canto, dos ventos e das canlões da brisa. Deve ter amor, um grande amor por alguem, ou então sentir falta de não ter esse amor. Deve amar o próximo e respeitar a dor que os passantes levam consigo. Deve guardar segredo sem se sacrificar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não é preciso que seja de primeira mão, nem é imprescindivel que seja de segunda mão. Pode ja ter sido enganado, pois todos os amigos são enganados. Não é preciso que seja puro, nem que seja impuro, mas não deve ser vulgar. Deve ter um ideal e medo de perde-lo e, no caso de assim não ser, deve sentir o grande vácuo que isso deixa. Tem que ter ressonâncias humanas, seu principal objetivo deve ser o de amigos. Deve sentir pena das pessoas triste e compreender o imenso vazio dos silitários. Deve gostar de crianças e lastimar as que não puderam nascer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Procura-se um amigo para gostar dos mesmo gostos, que se comova, quando chamado de amigo. Que saiba conversar de coisas simples, de orvalhos, de grandes chuvas e das recordacões de infancia. Precisa-se de um amigo para não se enlouquecer, para contar o que se viu de belo e triste durante o dia, dos anseios e das realizações, dos sonhos e da realidade. Deve godtar de ruas desertas, de poças de água e de caminhos molhados, de beira de estrada, de mato depois da chuva, de se deitar no capim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Precisa-se de um amigo que diga que vale a pena viver, não porque a vida é bela, mas porque ja se tem um amigo. Precisa-se de um amigo para se parar de chorar. Para não se viver debruçado no passado em busca de memorias perdidas. Que nos bata nos ombros sorrindo ou chorando, mas que nos chame de amigo, para ter-se a consciência de que ainda se vive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-2742092833169658670?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/2742092833169658670/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/08/procura-se-um-amigo.html#comment-form' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/2742092833169658670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/2742092833169658670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/08/procura-se-um-amigo.html' title='PROCURA - SE UM AMIGO'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-4487078000788126889</id><published>2011-08-06T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T09:09:33.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A MORTE DE EMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;MUITAS VEZES, DUM BELO DIA O CALOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;FAZ QUE AS MOÇAS SONHEM COM O AMOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;XXX XXX XXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;PARA COLHER, DILIGENTEMENTE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;AS ESPIGAS QUE A FOICE VAI CEIFANDO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;NANETTE VAI-SE INCLINANDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;SOBRE OS SULCOS QUE VÃO FICANDO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;XXX XXX XXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;NESSE DIA TANTO VENTOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;QUE A SAIA CURTA VOOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tirado do livro MADAME BOVARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;De GUSTAVE FLAUBERT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Se não lhes paresse muito convincente, lendo o livro veraz como é lindo esse poema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-4487078000788126889?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/4487078000788126889/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/08/morte-de-ema.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/4487078000788126889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/4487078000788126889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/08/morte-de-ema.html' title='A MORTE DE EMA'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-5067412842224013324</id><published>2011-07-28T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T10:11:57.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COOPERAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eODjk4UwIzk/TjGPv2Nd-vI/AAAAAAAAAec/PYjmomgF4d4/s1600/DSC00259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634442660985830130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eODjk4UwIzk/TjGPv2Nd-vI/AAAAAAAAAec/PYjmomgF4d4/s400/DSC00259.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A cooperação é o inicio de todo esforço organizado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Há duas formas de cooperação a saber:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A cooperação entre pessoas que se reunem com um fim determinado, e a cooperação entre consciente e o subconsciente que habilita o homem a ligar-se, comunicar-se e agir. O homem não vive independentemente. Mesmo que viva como um eremita, na floresta, o homem depende, apesar de tudo, de forças alheias a sua pessoa. Quanto, mais se aproxima de civilização, tanto mais se torna dependente. O homem que baseia a sua vida na cooperação, em vez da competição, não só conseguirá o necessário e o superfluo com menor esforço, como tambem gozara de uma felicidade que os outros nunca sentirão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Os bens conseguidos pela cooperação não deixa cicatrizes, ja não se pode dizer dos bens adquiridos por competição. A cooperação oferece o necessário e o superfluo e traz a paz da consciência. Ao procurar um motivo que sirva de base ao desenvolvimento do cooperativismo é preciso ter em mente o fato de que o homem luta com mais entusiasmo pela realização de um ideal do que para ganhar dinheiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-5067412842224013324?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/5067412842224013324/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/07/cooperacao.html#comment-form' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/5067412842224013324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/5067412842224013324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/07/cooperacao.html' title='COOPERAÇÃO'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eODjk4UwIzk/TjGPv2Nd-vI/AAAAAAAAAec/PYjmomgF4d4/s72-c/DSC00259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-416421660225001899</id><published>2011-07-18T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T10:51:09.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TÔ ME SENTINDO TÃO CANSADO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ygBtyjchGFc/TiRjqTcJImI/AAAAAAAAAeU/s5lrh9Lr_NM/s1600/T%25C3%25B4%2Bme%2Bsentindo%2Bt%25C3%25A3o%2Bcansado%2521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630735012543930978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ygBtyjchGFc/TiRjqTcJImI/AAAAAAAAAeU/s5lrh9Lr_NM/s400/T%25C3%25B4%2Bme%2Bsentindo%2Bt%25C3%25A3o%2Bcansado%2521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Sonequinha Básica*...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Um cão velho e com olhar cansado estava andando pela rua e entrou em meu jardim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu pude ver, pela coleira e seu pelo brilhante, que ele era bem alimentado e bem cuidado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ele andou calmamente ate mim e eu o agradei. Então ele me seguiu e entrou em minha casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Passou pela sala, entrou no corredor, deitou-se em um cantinho e dormiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Uma hora depois ele foi para a porta e eu deixei sair. No dia seguinte ele voltou, fez "festinha" para mim no jardim, entrou em minha casa e novamente dormiu por uma hora no cantinho do corredor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Isso se repetiu por varias semanas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Curioso, coloquei um bilhete em sua coleira: "Gostaria de saber quem é o dono deste lindo e amável cachorro, e perguntar se voce sabe que ele vem ate a minha casa todas as tardes para tirar uma soneca."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;No dia seguinte ele chegou para sua habitual soneca, com outro bilhete na coleira: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Ele mora em uma casa com 6 crianças, 2 das quais tem menos de 3 anos- provavelmente ele esta tentando descansar um pouco. Posso ir com ele amanhã???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-416421660225001899?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/416421660225001899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_3805.html#comment-form' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/416421660225001899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/416421660225001899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_3805.html' title='TÔ ME SENTINDO TÃO CANSADO!'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ygBtyjchGFc/TiRjqTcJImI/AAAAAAAAAeU/s5lrh9Lr_NM/s72-c/T%25C3%25B4%2Bme%2Bsentindo%2Bt%25C3%25A3o%2Bcansado%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-6885933725417479048</id><published>2011-07-09T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T09:29:32.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REPUTAÇÃO E CARATER</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;O carater é que da ao homem força real. Não devemos esquecer que reputação não é carater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Reputação é o que julga que as pessoas são, carater é o que a pessoa é realmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Para ser uma pessoa de grande influência, procure ser um verdadeiro carater. O carater é a pedra por meio da qual os metais inferiores da nossa vida podem ser transformado. Sem carater nada teremos, nada valeremos e nada poderemos ser. Carater é algo que não se pode, roubar ou comprar. Só se consegue carater construindo-o com as nossas ideias e açães.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;XXX XXX XXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lê-me, leitor, se encontras prazer em ler-me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;porque muito raramente eu voltarei a este mundo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LEONARDO DA VINCI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-6885933725417479048?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/6885933725417479048/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/07/reputacao-e-carater.html#comment-form' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/6885933725417479048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/6885933725417479048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/07/reputacao-e-carater.html' title='REPUTAÇÃO E CARATER'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-1196497697825237732</id><published>2011-07-02T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T09:16:09.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PENSAMENTO</title><content type='html'>"ESTOU CONVENCIDO QUE VIVEMOS NOVAMENTE, E QUE OS VIVOS EMERGEM DOS QUE MORRERAM E QUE, AS ALMAS DOS QUE MORRERAM ESTÃO VIVAS." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    SOCRATES / FILÓSOFO GREGO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-1196497697825237732?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/1196497697825237732/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/07/pensamento.html#comment-form' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/1196497697825237732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/1196497697825237732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/07/pensamento.html' title='PENSAMENTO'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-1941758278414170728</id><published>2011-07-02T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T09:07:07.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AS MINHAS PREFERIDAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-6a.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2522015791364088426&amp;amp;site=widget-6a.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791364088426&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-6a.slide.com/p1/2522015791364088426/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620646629306344562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HUpqEW5U3FU/TgCMVHPNJHI/AAAAAAAAAdk/cNJlkY1gDHg/s400/Cida%2Bidem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A foto é de minha irmã, esta com 82 anos, e prepara nosso almoço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dona Cacilda é uma senhora de 92 anos, miuda e tão elegante que todo dia as 8 da manhã ela já esta toda vestida, bem penteada e discretamente maquiada, apesar de sua pouca visão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E hoje ela se mudou para uma casa de repouso: o marido, com quem ela viveu 70 anos, morreu recentemente, e não havia outra solução. Depois de esperar pacientemente por duas horas na sala de visita, ela ainda deu um lindo sorriso quando a atendente veio dizer que seu quarto estava pronto. Enquanto ela manobrava o andador em direção ao elevador, dei uma descrição do seu minúsculo quartinho, inclusive das cortinas floridas que enfeitavam a janela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ela me interrompeu com o entusiasmo de uma garotinha que acabou de ganhar um filhote de cachorrinho. - Ah, eu adoro essas cortinas... - Dona Cacilda, a senhora ainda não viu seu quarto... Espera um pouco... - Isto não tem nada a ver, ela respondeu, felicidade é algo que voce decide por principio. Se eu vou gostar ou não do meu quarto, não depende de como a mobília vai estar arrumada... Vai depender de como eu preparo minha expectativa. E eu ja decidi que vou adorar. É uma decisão que tomo todo dia quando acordo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sabe, eu posso passar o dia inteiro na cama, contando as dificuldades que tenho em certas partes do meu corpo que não funcionam bem... Ou posso levantar agradecendo a Deus pelas outras partes que ainda me obedecem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;- Simples assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;- Nem tanto, isto é para quem tem autocontrole e exigiu de mim um certo"treno" pelos anos a fora, mas é bom saber, que ainda posso dirigir meus pensamentos e escolher, em consequência, os sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Calmamente ela continuou: - Cada dia é um presente de Deus, e enquanto meus olhos se abrirem, vou focalizar o novo dia, mas tambem as lembranças alegres que eu guardei para esta época da vida. A velhice é como uma conta bancária: voce só retira que guardou. Então, meu conselho para voce é depositar um monte de alegrias e felicidades na sua Conta de Lembranças. E, alias, obrigada por este seu deposito no meu Banco de Lembranças. Como voce vê, eu ainda continuo depositando e acredito que, por mais complexa que seja a vida, sábio é quem a simplifica.&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/3182952835059717349-3129243972523047973?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/3129243972523047973/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/06/licao-de-vida-vale-pena-ler.html#comment-form' title='27 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/3129243972523047973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/3129243972523047973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/06/licao-de-vida-vale-pena-ler.html' title='LIÇÃO DE VIDA - Vale a Pena Ler'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HUpqEW5U3FU/TgCMVHPNJHI/AAAAAAAAAdk/cNJlkY1gDHg/s72-c/Cida%2Bidem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-8242100734916112843</id><published>2011-06-10T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T10:20:02.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A FÉ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WGgf3eKwmTA/TfJNmYqBN4I/AAAAAAAAAdE/3ch9jjxw8Cs/s1600/A%2BF%25C3%25A9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616637007133489026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WGgf3eKwmTA/TfJNmYqBN4I/AAAAAAAAAdE/3ch9jjxw8Cs/s400/A%2BF%25C3%25A9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A fé é um dos maiores fatores do bem. A esta força maravilhosa devem-se milagres mais extraordinarios. A fé proporciona paz a todos os que abraçam. Envolvem um pricípio de tão grande alcance que é impossível dizer qual são as suas limitações. Ao descrever o seu desejo, faça-o com fé tenha certeza deque tudo se transformará em realidade. Para vencer na vida precisamos agir. Não basta apenas saber. É preciso saber e por em prática.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A fé nunca sabe aonde esta sendo levada. Mas conhece e ama aquele que a esta levando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;OSWAD CHAMBERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-8242100734916112843?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/8242100734916112843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/06/fe.html#comment-form' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/8242100734916112843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/8242100734916112843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/06/fe.html' title='A FÉ'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WGgf3eKwmTA/TfJNmYqBN4I/AAAAAAAAAdE/3ch9jjxw8Cs/s72-c/A%2BF%25C3%25A9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-1762218235905325736</id><published>2011-05-31T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T09:00:59.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O ENTUSIASMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gSnYYFpUvwI/TeUINu2tTcI/AAAAAAAAAc4/WLy93UTzMas/s1600/C%2B48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612901542596005314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gSnYYFpUvwI/TeUINu2tTcI/AAAAAAAAAc4/WLy93UTzMas/s400/C%2B48.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;O entusiasmo é um estado de espírito que inspira e incita o indivíduo à ação, para fazer uma determinada tarefa. O entusiasmo é contagioso e afeta de maneira vital não somente o entusiasta como tambem os que tenham contato com ele. Atraves da sugestão, onde nossas palavras, os nossos atos e ate mesmo o nosso estado de espírito influenciam as outras pessoas, atraves do que dizemos, o que fazemos e o que pensamos. O que dizemos, é um fator importante, mas não tem fator tão importante quanto a ação. Os nossos atos valerão mais do que as palavras, e se as duas coisa não se harmonizam sobrevem serios contratempos. Os nossos pensamentos formam a parte mais importante dos tres, pois controlam o tom da voz e ate certo ponto as nossas ações. Se os nossos pensamentos, atos e palavras estiverem ritmadas, encontrar-mos emos em condições de influenciar a todos com quem entramos em contacto. Todos nos podemos desenvolver entusiasmo quando desejamos possuir alguma coisa, não interessando que estejamos ou não em condições de conseguir. Podemos estar bem longe da realização do nosso desejo, mas se alimentamos o fogo do entusiasmo em nossos coração,os obstáculos que encontramos no caminho desaparecerão, como que pela força de uma magia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-1762218235905325736?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/1762218235905325736/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-entusiasmo.html#comment-form' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/1762218235905325736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/1762218235905325736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-entusiasmo.html' title='O ENTUSIASMO'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gSnYYFpUvwI/TeUINu2tTcI/AAAAAAAAAc4/WLy93UTzMas/s72-c/C%2B48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-5088138583879659321</id><published>2011-05-21T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T08:12:31.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A ROUPA FAZ A DIFERENÇA?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vS27xRGIi94/TdfN2U9U6aI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Tm-6YuWTDS0/s1600/mwdico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 275px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609178194135804322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vS27xRGIi94/TdfN2U9U6aI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Tm-6YuWTDS0/s400/mwdico.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sem maiores preocupações com o vestir, o médico conversa descontraido com o enfermeiro e o motorista da ambulância, quando uma senhora elegante chega e de forma ríspida, pergunta: _ Voces sabem onde esta o médico do hospital? Com tranquilidade o médico respondeu: _ Boa tarde, senhora! Em que posso ser útil? Ríspida, retorquiu: _ Será que o senhor é surdo? Não ouviu que estou procurando pelo médico? Mantendo-se calmo, contestou: _ Boa tarde, senhora! O médico sou eu, em que posso ajudar-la?!?!... _ Como?!?! O senhor?!?! Com essa roupa?!?!... _ Ah, Senhora! Desculpe-me! Pensei que a senhora estivesse procurando um médico e não uma vestimenta... _ Oh! Desculpe doutor! Boa tarde! É que... Vestido assim, o senhor nem parece um médico... _ Veja bem as coisas como são... disse o médico... as vestes parecem não dizer muitas cousas, pois quando a vi chegando, tão bem vestida, tão elegante, pensei que a senhora fosse sorrir educadamente para todos e depois daria um simpaticissimo "boa tarde"!, Como se vê, as roupas nem sempre dizem muito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MORAL DA HISTÓRIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UM DOS MAIS BELOS TRAJES DA ALMA É A EDUCAÇÃO&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/3182952835059717349-5088138583879659321?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/5088138583879659321/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/05/roupa-faz-diferenca.html#comment-form' title='25 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/5088138583879659321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/5088138583879659321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/05/roupa-faz-diferenca.html' title='A ROUPA FAZ A DIFERENÇA?'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vS27xRGIi94/TdfN2U9U6aI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Tm-6YuWTDS0/s72-c/mwdico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-7756977973786557725</id><published>2011-05-14T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T07:01:07.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CONSELHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HmkyiFFyWm8/Tc53FYo_wpI/AAAAAAAAAco/5Vir5R9hqEs/s1600/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BDSC00355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 396px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606549520520299154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HmkyiFFyWm8/Tc53FYo_wpI/AAAAAAAAAco/5Vir5R9hqEs/s400/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BDSC00355.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não dês lingua a toda ideia, nem forma a qualquer pensamento descabido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Seja afavel sem ser vulgar. Os amigos comprovados, procure prende-lo ao teu coração com garras de aço, mas sem ficar com a mão dormente ao deixar entrar sem criterio qualquer novo e implume camarada. Evita as brigas, mas se entrares, faz com que o adversário se lembre de ti. Presta ouvido a todos, mas a poucos dá conversa; ouve a opinião dos outros, mas reserva o teu proprio julgamento. Que o teu traje seja tão rico quanto o teu bolso pode comprar, mas não extravagante; as vezes o vestuário revela o homem. Não seja agiota nem pedinte, pois emprestando corre o risco de perder dinheiro e amigo. Seja fiel a ti mesmo, pois este tipo de lealdade fárá com que não possa ser fingido com os outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pôe em duvida se o sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Se na estrela ha calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Se a verdade não é mentira &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mas tem fé no meu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;SHAKES PEARE&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/3182952835059717349-7756977973786557725?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/7756977973786557725/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/05/conselho.html#comment-form' title='26 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/7756977973786557725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/7756977973786557725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/05/conselho.html' title='CONSELHO'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HmkyiFFyWm8/Tc53FYo_wpI/AAAAAAAAAco/5Vir5R9hqEs/s72-c/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BDSC00355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-794006693903283269</id><published>2011-04-29T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T10:32:23.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RECADO CONSCIENCIAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8V7F01YLZDU/Tbrohxye5oI/AAAAAAAAAcg/RgrzxOmzI2o/s1600/Consciencial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 461px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601044753587037826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8V7F01YLZDU/Tbrohxye5oI/AAAAAAAAAcg/RgrzxOmzI2o/s400/Consciencial.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não espere a compreenção dos outros, seja voce essa compreenção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não espere ser feliz pela presença de alguém amado na sua vida; seja feliz só porque voce existe, independentemente de qualquer um. Não espere que um salvador celeste venha salvar sua alma, apenas evolua e cresça, para voce ser salvo de sua própria ignorâcia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não espere o perdão de alguem, seja voce esse perdão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não espere que alguém se desculpe de voce, seja voce essa desculpa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não espere que a morte surja para provar que voce vive além dela; use o discernimento e saiba disso agora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não espere a vida passar para que voce passe sem compreender coisa nenhuma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cada momento é importante, cada vida é importante, e cada coisa que se aprende é importante; por isso é muito importante viver e evolorizar essa existência atual, que tem de ser a melhor de todas as existências, independente-mente de vidas anteriores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;O que voce possa ter sido lá atraz, ja passou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Se voce foi Hitler ou Buda, não interessa! O que interessa é essa vida, e que voce seja feliz aqui e agora, sem jamais depender de algo (ou de alguem) fora de si mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E toda transformação que voce quiser que ocorra, seja voce mesmo essa transformação, em lugar de procurar pedir essa transformação fora de si mesmo, dos outros, do mundo ou do que quer que seja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;O que quer que oconteça na sua vida, seja lá o que for, a chegada de alguem ou sua partida, não depende disso para que seu discernimento se acenda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Independentemente de quem chega ou de quem parte, é voce que esta ai dentro e, ao longo da eternidade, voce estará acompanhado por si mesmo, todo o tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Então, se amanhã, ou em outra vidas, voce quiser, estar bem acompanhado, comece a crescer agora, para que voce seja boa companhia para sempre, de voce mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Autoria atribuida: KUAN YIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-794006693903283269?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/794006693903283269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/04/recado-consciencial.html#comment-form' title='29 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/794006693903283269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/794006693903283269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/04/recado-consciencial.html' title='RECADO CONSCIENCIAL'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8V7F01YLZDU/Tbrohxye5oI/AAAAAAAAAcg/RgrzxOmzI2o/s72-c/Consciencial.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-4662114128642225088</id><published>2011-04-19T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T11:27:31.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cyrrc4PJIa0/Ta3QUh_-TdI/AAAAAAAAAcY/R2xULD0cty4/s1600/DSC00298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597358963034050002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cyrrc4PJIa0/Ta3QUh_-TdI/AAAAAAAAAcY/R2xULD0cty4/s400/DSC00298.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;AMOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;é quando a paixão, não tem outro compromisso marcado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Amor é um exageiro... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;tambem não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;É um cuidar de ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Uma batelada de carinho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Um exame, um dilúvio, um mundareu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;uma insanidade, um destempero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;um despropósito, um descontrole,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;uma necessidade, um desapego?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Talvez, senão tivesse sentido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Talvez porque não houvesse explicação,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;esse negócio de Amor não sei definir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-4662114128642225088?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/4662114128642225088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/04/amor.html#comment-form' title='32 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/4662114128642225088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/4662114128642225088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/04/amor.html' title='AMOR'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cyrrc4PJIa0/Ta3QUh_-TdI/AAAAAAAAAcY/R2xULD0cty4/s72-c/DSC00298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-6017893436868067616</id><published>2011-04-11T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T12:09:20.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGÉLICA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ANGELICA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(Chico Buarque de Holanda e Miltinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quem é essa mulher?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Que canta sempre esse estribilho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Só queria embalar meu filho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Que mora na escuridão do mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quem é essa mulher?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Que canta esse lamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Só queria lembrar o tormento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Que fez meu filho suspirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quem é essa mulher?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Que canta sempre o mesmo arranjo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Só queria agasalhar meu anjo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E deixar seu corpo descansar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quem é essa mulher?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Que canta como dobra um sino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Só queria cantar por meu menino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Que ele ja não pode mais cantar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-6017893436868067616?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/6017893436868067616/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/04/angelica.html#comment-form' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/6017893436868067616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/6017893436868067616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/04/angelica.html' title='ANGÉLICA'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-1236999233780965716</id><published>2011-03-31T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T09:24:12.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O FRACASSO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;O FRACASSO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XkiB09R_BVs/TZSheV35K5I/AAAAAAAAAcI/HPcTOKTiHuY/s1600/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2Bn%2B19%2Ba%2Bmesma.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 368px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590270580113353618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XkiB09R_BVs/TZSheV35K5I/AAAAAAAAAcI/HPcTOKTiHuY/s400/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2Bn%2B19%2Ba%2Bmesma.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Todas as pessoas que chegam à idade da razão tem de carregar, algum sinais de fracasso. (a pior de todas é a pobreza!) Milhoes de pessoas, se encontram diante da necessidade de lutar, a fim de conseguir as três necessidades fundamentais da vida: um lugar onde dormir, comer e vestir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A pobreza não é brincadeira! Porem, poucas pessoas compreendem que o fracasso é um mal apenas quando aceito como tal. O fracasso raramente é permanente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Lembrem-se suas experiências dos anos passado e vera que quase todos os seus fracassos provaram ser para seu bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Se voce meu amigo, se julga ser um fracasso, pense que há outros em condições muito piores e que tem verdadeiros motivos para se julgarem infelizes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Uma pequena adversidade, uma derrota servirão apenas para fertilizar a semente e fazer com que ela se desenvolva e atija à maturidade. Assim, se meu amigo se julga neste momento um fracasso, deve ter paciência: talvez esteja passando pelo seu tempo de prova.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Porque não é a vitória, e sim a luta que faz um homem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;O homem que mesmo vencido, resiste erecto e recebe, de cabeça erguida, todos os golpes do destino:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sangrando, ferido e exangue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Esse é o homem que vencerá afinal, pois não tem medo do fracasso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-1236999233780965716?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/1236999233780965716/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-fracasso.html#comment-form' title='27 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/1236999233780965716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/1236999233780965716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-fracasso.html' title='O FRACASSO'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XkiB09R_BVs/TZSheV35K5I/AAAAAAAAAcI/HPcTOKTiHuY/s72-c/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2Bn%2B19%2Ba%2Bmesma.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-6500133549997373947</id><published>2011-03-22T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T09:34:23.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SONHE SEMPRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UflVyub5yIQ/TYjG-46jbBI/AAAAAAAAAcA/KXuktvfpZVs/s1600/DSC00230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586934121485265938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UflVyub5yIQ/TYjG-46jbBI/AAAAAAAAAcA/KXuktvfpZVs/s400/DSC00230.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonhei com as estrelas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;      Apenas sonhei,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elas só podem brilhar no céu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tente deter o vento,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele precisa correr por toda parte,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele tem pressa de chegar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabe-se lá aonde.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As lágrimas?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não as seque, elas precisam correr&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na minha, na sua, em todas as faces.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;O sorriso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Esse, você deve segurar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não o deixe ir embora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Agarre-o!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Persiga um sonho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mas, não o deixe viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sozinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Alimente a sua alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;com amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cure as suas feridas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Com carinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Descubra-se todos os dias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Deixe-se levar pelas vontades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mas, não enlouqueça por elas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Abasteça seu coração de fé,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não a perca nunca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Alargue seu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;De esperanças, mas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não deixe que ele se afogue nelas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Se achar que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Precisa voltar, volte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Se perceber que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Precisa seguir, siga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Se estiver tudo errado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Comece novamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Se estiver tudo certo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Continue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Se perder um amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não se perca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Se o achar, segure-o!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Circunda-se de rosas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ama, bebe e cala,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;O mais é nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;TEXTO: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; FERNANDO  PESSOA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-6500133549997373947?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/6500133549997373947/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/03/sonhe-sempre.html#comment-form' title='30 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/6500133549997373947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/6500133549997373947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/03/sonhe-sempre.html' title='SONHE SEMPRE'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UflVyub5yIQ/TYjG-46jbBI/AAAAAAAAAcA/KXuktvfpZVs/s72-c/DSC00230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-2457067243779140732</id><published>2011-03-16T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T16:41:43.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BRINCADEIRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;UM SELO QUE NOS FAZ FALAR DE LIVROS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-4oSdgP4sM/TYC4-CsUaJI/AAAAAAAAAbo/rNCevss7_iU/s1600/meme-noyara-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584666913953573010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-4oSdgP4sM/TYC4-CsUaJI/AAAAAAAAAbo/rNCevss7_iU/s400/meme-noyara-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Esse selo me foi enviado pelo amigo: MOISÉ do blog: olivroimortal.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorei obrigada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;///&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perguntas contidas no selo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Existe um livro que voce leria muitas vezes, qual?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resposta: o penultimo que li, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"A CABANA".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Se voce pudesse escolher apenas um livro para ler o resto de sua vida, qual seria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resposta: eu poderia repetir a resposta anterior, mas vou citar outro: &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Maria Antonieta " O RETRATO DA RAINHA" de Heloisa Pires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Indique um livro para que os outros possam ler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resposta: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Espera de Maggie Stiefvater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Indique 10 blogs para dar sequência a brincadeira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quem não quiser, vou entender rsrsrs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Linke o blog que te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indicou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja o fiz no começo da postagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nova Estação&lt;br /&gt;Manoel Marques= constancia vila poema&lt;br /&gt;Para tudo na vida na uma solução&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Rosa&lt;br /&gt;Recomeçar da Zil&lt;br /&gt;Espirituaidade&lt;br /&gt;Pelos Caminhos da Vida&lt;br /&gt;A Casa do Ze Carlos&lt;br /&gt;Alma do poeta&lt;br /&gt;Docealgodão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-2457067243779140732?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/2457067243779140732/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/03/brincadeira.html#comment-form' title='26 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/2457067243779140732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/2457067243779140732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/03/brincadeira.html' title='BRINCADEIRA'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-4oSdgP4sM/TYC4-CsUaJI/AAAAAAAAAbo/rNCevss7_iU/s72-c/meme-noyara-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-7712826441290654342</id><published>2011-03-12T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T08:07:36.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OBTER LUCROS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A natureza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;emprega em favor do agricultor&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;O fazendeiro prepara cuidadosamente o terreno, semeia em seguida o trigo e espera que a natureza devolva a semente plantada e mais um grande lucro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sem a natureza, o homem pereceria, pois não poderia fazer com que o solo produzisse o suficiente para a sua subsistência, se a colheita não o devolvesse com lucro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ninguem pode prestar um serviço qualquer sem receber recompensa, da mesma maneira que não é possível recusar-se 'a prestar esse serviço sem sofrer a perda da recompensa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Causa e efeito, meio e fins, semente e fruto não podem ser separados, pois o efeito sempre aparece na causa, o fim preenxiste nos meios, o fruto na semente."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"A Natureza é: esforce-se e tera lucros; mas os que não se esforçam não adquirem lucros."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;A natureza e a alma das cousas se encarregam de providenciar o comprimento de todos os contratos, de modo que um serviço honesto não pode ser perdido. Agora, se quer lucrar com o conselho de alguem que cometeu muito mais erros e por isso mesmo aprendeu algumas das verdades fundamentais, domine essa cólera e concentre-se, até que ela o leva a prestar todo o serviço de que é capaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Uma das verdades mais essenciais e mais duras que ja me foi dado descobrir é que cada pessoa deve ser o seu prorio mestre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Atravessamos a vida toda cambaleando aqui e ali, caindo e erguendo-nos, cometendo erros, e muitas vezes derrotado, tudo porque nos recusamos 'a tomar conhecimento da verdade acêrca de nos mesmo. A vida não é mais do que uma longa série de dificuldades e obstáculos vencidos. Tenho pocos inimigos e dou graças a Deus por os ter encontrados, pois foram bastante vulgares e impiedosos para dizerem de mim algumas coisas que me obrigaram a libertar-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;A nossa força nasce da nossa fraqueza. Somente depois que somos ferroados, espicaçados e cruelmente atingido, desperta a nossa indignação, que se arma com força secreta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;A experiência é um professor que não tem favoritos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-7712826441290654342?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/7712826441290654342/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/03/obter-lucros.html#comment-form' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/7712826441290654342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/7712826441290654342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/03/obter-lucros.html' title='OBTER LUCROS'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-5696526702596729255</id><published>2011-03-07T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T08:51:31.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MULHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D4SPtnIpKsk/TXUKI1B4wqI/AAAAAAAAAbY/OpgzSFiaIAQ/s1600/DSC00332.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581378459985822370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D4SPtnIpKsk/TXUKI1B4wqI/AAAAAAAAAbY/OpgzSFiaIAQ/s400/DSC00332.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; 08 DE MARÇO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;DIA INTERNACIONAL DA MULHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;PARABENS A TODAS MULHERES QUE COM A LUTA DO DIA A DIA ESTÃO CONQUISTANDO O ESPAÇO COM DIGNIDADE E RESPEITO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;TU ÉS MULHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;TU ÉS UM SER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;QUE PODE SER MAIS DO QUE ÉS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;UM PASSARINHO FRUTO QUALQUER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;PODE SER DOCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;OU FEL ATÉ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(by: Fagner)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-5696526702596729255?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/5696526702596729255/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/03/mulher.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/5696526702596729255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/5696526702596729255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/03/mulher.html' title='MULHER'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D4SPtnIpKsk/TXUKI1B4wqI/AAAAAAAAAbY/OpgzSFiaIAQ/s72-c/DSC00332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-8695952770402238003</id><published>2011-03-03T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T05:50:00.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMIGOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kn1Ko6skVjU/TW-MHqNpWVI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/HR2feGMOwD4/s1600/DSC00341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579832526553831762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kn1Ko6skVjU/TW-MHqNpWVI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/HR2feGMOwD4/s400/DSC00341.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A todos meus amigos eu dedico esta crônica maravilhosa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DO POETA VINICIOS DE MORAIS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho amigos que não sabem o quanto são meus amigos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não percebem o amor que lhes devoto e a absoluta necessidade que tenho deles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A amizade é um sentimento mais noble doque o amor, eis que permite que o objeto dele se divida em outros afetos, enquanto o amor tem intrínseco o ciume que não admite a rivalidade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E eu poderia suportar, embora não sem dar, que tivessem morrido todos os meus amores, mas enlouqueceria se moressem todos os meus amigos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Até mesmo aqueles que não percebem o quanto são meus amigos e o quanto minha vida depende de suas existências...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A alguns deles não procuro, basta-me saber que eles existem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esta mera condição me encoraja a seguir em frente pela vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas porque não os procuro com assiduidade, não iriam acreditar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muitos deles estão lendo esta crônica e não sabem que estão incluidos na sagrada relação de meus amigos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas é delicioso que eu saiba e sinto que os adoro, embora não declare e não os procure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E as vezes, quando os procuro, noto que eles não tem noção de como me são indespensáveis ao meu equilibrio vital, porque eles fazem parte do mundo que eu, tremulamente, construí e se tornaram alicerces do meu encanto pela vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se um deles morres, eu ficarei torto para um lado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se todos eles morresem, eu desabo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por isso é que, sem que eles saibam, eu rezo pela vidas deles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E me envergonho, porque essa minha prece é, em síntese, dirigida ao meu bem estar. Ela és talvez, fruto do meu egoismo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por vezes, mergulho em pensamentos sobre alguns deles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando viajo e fico diante de lugares maravilhosos, cai-me algumas lágrimas por não estarem junto de mim, compartilhando daquele prazer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se alguma coisa me consome e me envelhece é que a roda furiosa da vida não me permite ter sempre ao meu lado, morando comigo, andando comigo, vivendo comigo, todos os meus amigos, e principalmente os que só desconfiam ou talvez nunca vão saber que são meus amigos!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A gente não faz amigos reconhece-os.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/3182952835059717349-8695952770402238003?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/8695952770402238003/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/03/amigos.html#comment-form' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/8695952770402238003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/8695952770402238003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/03/amigos.html' title='AMIGOS'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kn1Ko6skVjU/TW-MHqNpWVI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/HR2feGMOwD4/s72-c/DSC00341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-8519283900579916310</id><published>2011-02-22T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T07:17:40.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SE UM CACHORRO  FOSSE PROFESSOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yqYLOlZCb7g/TWPLbTdC_AI/AAAAAAAAAbI/1wx8etz68Cs/s1600/cachorro-258%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576524433553816578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yqYLOlZCb7g/TWPLbTdC_AI/AAAAAAAAAbI/1wx8etz68Cs/s400/cachorro-258%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Se um cachorro fosse professor, voce aprenderia coisas assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quando alguém que voce ama chega em casa, corra ao seu encontro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nunca perca oportunidade de ir passear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Permita-se experimentar o ar fresco do vento no seu rosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mostre aos outros que estão invadindo o seu território.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tire uma sonequinha no meio do dia e espreguice antes de levantar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Corra, pule e brinque todos os dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tente se dar bem com o proximo e deixe as pessoas te tocarem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não morda quando um simples rosnado resolve a situação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Em dias quentes, pare e role na grama, beba bastante liquidos e deite debaixo da sombra de uma árvore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quando voce estiver feliz, dance e balance todo seu corpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não importa quantas vezes o outro te magoa, não se sinta culpado... volte e faça as pazes novamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Aproveite o prazer de uma longa caminhada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Se alimente com gosto e entusiasmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Seja leal. Coma só o suficiente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nunca pretenda ser o que voce não é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E o MAIS importante de tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quando alguem estiver nervoso ou triste, fique em silêncio, fique perto e mostre que voce esta ali para confortar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;////&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A amizade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Verdadeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não aceita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Imitações!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;////&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"E nós precisamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Aprender isto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Com um animal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Que dizem ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Irracional!!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-8519283900579916310?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/8519283900579916310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/02/se-um-cachorro-fosse-professor.html#comment-form' title='29 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/8519283900579916310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/8519283900579916310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/02/se-um-cachorro-fosse-professor.html' title='SE UM CACHORRO  FOSSE PROFESSOR'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yqYLOlZCb7g/TWPLbTdC_AI/AAAAAAAAAbI/1wx8etz68Cs/s72-c/cachorro-258%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-25558538605771268</id><published>2011-02-15T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T03:55:10.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EQUILIBRIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jlbcIAUk_3c/TVpf0MTIUcI/AAAAAAAAAa4/niTXOvukVoY/s1600/DSC00355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573872839083708866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jlbcIAUk_3c/TVpf0MTIUcI/AAAAAAAAAa4/niTXOvukVoY/s400/DSC00355.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Para ser uma pessoa "equilibrada", é preciso que se tenha dominio de nossos atos e açoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;   Homens e mulheres, que se encontram na prisão porque lhes faltau o dominio (controle) necessário em alguma situação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;   O homem que perde seu dominio é provável que esteja prejudicando os outros; e pode ter certeza de que esta prejudicando a si mesmo. Uma pessoa com dominio consegue ter mais amigos do que inimigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;   Nenhum homem pode pretender dirigir os outros, antes de saber dirigir a si mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;   A falta de controle é uma das fraquezas que mais prejudicam. A vida é curta demais e temos muita coisa útil a fazer, de maneira que não se justifica responder na altura a todas as coisas desagradáveis que ouvimos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;   Uma pessoa não se deve deixar arrastar pelo ódio, inveja, ciume, mêdo, vingança ou qualquer forma de emoção destrutiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;   A confiança em si mesmo é um dos fatôres primordiais, mas, quando esta além do que é razoavel, torna-se perigosissima. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;   O sacrifício pessoal é uma qualidade recomendavel, mas, temos para conosco o dever de não permitir que as emoções concentrem a nossa felicidade na conservação da felicldade de outrem. O amor é essencial 'a felicidade, mas a pessoa que ama a ponto da sua felicidade depender inteiramente de outra pesoa assemelha-se ao cordeiro que entra na cova do lôbo e pede para dormir ali, ou ao canário que persiste em bricar com o gato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;   Uma falta muito comum e prejudicial, é o hábito de falar demais. É sempre mais prudentoso ouvir do que falar. Para uovir bem, é preciso que se tenha muito dominio, mas o resutado que se tira disso paga bem o esforço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-25558538605771268?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/25558538605771268/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/02/equilibrio.html#comment-form' title='25 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/25558538605771268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/25558538605771268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/02/equilibrio.html' title='EQUILIBRIO'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jlbcIAUk_3c/TVpf0MTIUcI/AAAAAAAAAa4/niTXOvukVoY/s72-c/DSC00355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-1547340972304710104</id><published>2011-02-05T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T07:42:40.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TU1p0qUxK5I/AAAAAAAAAaw/pnay1fx6dqc/s1600/n%2B7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570224667562683282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TU1p0qUxK5I/AAAAAAAAAaw/pnay1fx6dqc/s400/n%2B7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Esta canção a seguir, eu tirei do livro A CABANA. Por sinal, recomendo a quem ainda não tenha lido porque vale a pena, o livro é muito bom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  //////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  CANÇÃO  DE  MISSY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respire em mim... fundo,&lt;br /&gt;Para que eu respire... e viva.&lt;br /&gt;E me abrace apertado para eu dormir&lt;br /&gt;Suavemente segura por tudo que você dá.&lt;br /&gt;                    /////&lt;br /&gt;Venha me beijar, vento, e tira meu fôlego&lt;br /&gt;Até que você e eu sejamos um só,&lt;br /&gt;E dançaremos entre os túmulos&lt;br /&gt;Até que toda a morte se vá,&lt;br /&gt;             /////&lt;br /&gt;E ninguém sabe que existimos&lt;br /&gt;Nos braços um do outro,&lt;br /&gt;A não ser Aquele que soprou o hálito&lt;br /&gt;Que me esconde livre do mal.&lt;br /&gt;            /////&lt;br /&gt;Venha me beijar, vento, e tire meu fôlego&lt;br /&gt;Até que você e eu sejamos um só,&lt;br /&gt;E dançaremos entre os túmulos&lt;br /&gt;Até que toda a morte se vá.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-1547340972304710104?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/1547340972304710104/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/02/esta-cancao-seguir-eu-tirei-do-livro.html#comment-form' title='24 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/1547340972304710104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/1547340972304710104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/02/esta-cancao-seguir-eu-tirei-do-livro.html' title=''/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TU1p0qUxK5I/AAAAAAAAAaw/pnay1fx6dqc/s72-c/n%2B7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-3330332900133319012</id><published>2011-01-26T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T06:10:06.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>REUNIÃO DE AMIGOS COM O PASSAR DOS ANOS</title><content type='html'>Um grupo de amigos de 40 anos discutiam e discutiam para escolher o restaurante onde iriam encontrar-se para jantar. Finalmente decidiram-se pelo Restaurante O Caipira porque as empregadas usavam mini-saias e blusas muito decotadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 anos mais tarde, aos 50 anos, o grupo reuniu-se novamente e mais uma vez discutiram e discutiram para escolher o restaurante.&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente decidiram-se pelo Restaurante O Caipira porque a comida era muito boa a havia uma ótima seleção de vinhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 anos mais tarde, aos 60 anos, o grupo reuniu-se novamente e mais uma vez discutiram e discutiram para escolher o restaurante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente decidiram-se pelo Restaurante O Caipira porque ali podiam comer em paz e sossego e havia ala de fumantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 anos mais tarde, aos 70 anos, o grupo reuniu-se novamente e mais uma vez discutiram e discutiram para escolher o restaurante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente decidiram-se pelo Restaurante O Caipira porque lá havia uma rampa para cadeiras de rodas e até um pequeno elevador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 anos mais tarde, aos 80 anos, o grupo reuniu-se novamente e mais uma vez discutiram e discutiram para escolher o restaurante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente decidiram-se pelo Restaurante O Caipira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos acharam que era uma grande idéia porque nunca tinham estado lá antes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-3330332900133319012?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/3330332900133319012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/01/reuniao-de-amigos-com-o-passar-dos-anos.html#comment-form' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/3330332900133319012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/3330332900133319012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/01/reuniao-de-amigos-com-o-passar-dos-anos.html' title='REUNIÃO DE AMIGOS COM O PASSAR DOS ANOS'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-7882659040724683144</id><published>2011-01-21T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T07:04:35.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NÃO ESTRAGUE SEU DIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A sua irritação não solucionará problema algum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;As suas contrariedades não altera a natureza das coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;O seu mau humor não modifica a vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A sua dor não impedirá que o sol brilhe amanhã sobre os bons e os maus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A sua tristeza não iluminará os caminhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;O seu desânimo não edificará ninguem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;As suas lágrimas não substituem o suor que voce deve verter em benefício&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;da sua própria felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;As suas reclamações, ainda mesmo afetivas jamais acrescentarão nos outros uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;só grama de simpatia por voce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não estrague o seu dia. Aprenda, com a sabedoria Divina, a desculpar infinitamente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;construindo e reconstruindo sempre para o infinito Bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-7882659040724683144?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/7882659040724683144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/01/nao-estrague-seu-dia.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/7882659040724683144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/7882659040724683144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/01/nao-estrague-seu-dia.html' title='NÃO ESTRAGUE SEU DIA'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-7301643103041846276</id><published>2011-01-13T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T07:47:42.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A IMAGINAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TS8U1hBo3OI/AAAAAAAAAak/QLiNGe-gZPw/s1600/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BDSC00300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561686974456716514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TS8U1hBo3OI/AAAAAAAAAak/QLiNGe-gZPw/s400/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BDSC00300.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A imaginação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;é a ofícina do espírito humano,onde as velhas idéias e os fatos podem ser reunidos em novas combinações e empregados de nova maneira.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A imaginação tem sido chamada de poder criador da alma. Da mesma forma que o carvalho nasce do germe que existe na semente, e o pássaro se desenvolve do germe que dorme no ôvo, assim tambem as nossas realizações nascem de planos que criamos na imaginação.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Primeiro vem o pensamento, em seguida a idéia; e, finalmente, a imaginação. O tempo e a imaginação nos ensinam muito.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com o pensamento, a idéia e a imaginação, transformamos nossos sonhos em realidades.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Compreendemos a importância da imaginação porque é a única coisa do mundo sobre a qual temos controle absoluto. Podemos ser privados, defraudados por todos os meios, mas ninguem podera impedir de controlar e usar a nossa imaginação.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acredito que os pensamentos são coisas;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que são dotados de corpo, que respira e que tem asas;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E nos as transmitimos para encher,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O mundo com bons ou maus resultados;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que o que chamamos de nosso pensamento secreto chega rápido ao ponto mais remoto da terra.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixando bênçãos ou maldiçoes, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como trilhas por onde andasses.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Construimos nosso futuro, pensamento a pensamento,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para o bem e para o mal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pensamento é apenas um outro nome que se dá ao destino;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escolha então o teu destino, e espera,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois o&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; amor&lt;/span&gt; atrai &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt; e o &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ódio&lt;/span&gt; atrai o &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ódio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-7301643103041846276?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/7301643103041846276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/01/imaginacao.html#comment-form' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/7301643103041846276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/7301643103041846276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/01/imaginacao.html' title='A IMAGINAÇÃO'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TS8U1hBo3OI/AAAAAAAAAak/QLiNGe-gZPw/s72-c/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BDSC00300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-496318956912963865</id><published>2011-01-07T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T16:11:07.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEU LIVRO DE VISITA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-33.slide.com/widgets/slidemap.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=ok&amp;il=1&amp;channel=3314649325758823731&amp;site=widget-33.slide.com" style="width:550px;height:425px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:550px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ok&amp;ct=1&amp;at=un&amp;id=3314649325758823731&amp;map=5" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-33.slide.com/f1/3314649325758823731/ok_t003_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide12.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557925887471548146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TSG4JcKwdvI/AAAAAAAAAaU/RqLsHTjcdn0/s400/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BDSC00168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tempo:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quenteve a idéia de cortar o tempo em fatias, a que se deu o nome de ano, foi um indivíduo genial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;///&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Industrializou a esperança fazendo-a funcionar no limite da exaustão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;///&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ai entra o milagre da renovação e tudo começa outra vez com outro número e outra vontade de acreditar que daqui para adiante vai ser diferente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;///&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;...Para você. Desejar os sonhos realizados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;O amor esperado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A esperança renovada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;///&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Para você , Desejo todas as cores desta vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Todas as alegrias que puder sorrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Todas as músicas que puder emocionar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;///&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Para você neste novo ano,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Desejo que os amigos sejam mais cúmplices,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Que sua familia esteja mais unida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Que sua vida seja mais bem vivida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;///&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Gostaria de lhe desejar tantas coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mas nada seria suficiente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;///&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Então, desejo apenas que você tenha muitos desejos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Desejos grandes e que eles possam te mover a cada minuto, ao rumo da sua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;FELICIDADE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;CARLOS DRUMMOND ANDRADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-3247100167185345214?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/3247100167185345214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-tempo.html#comment-form' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/3247100167185345214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/3247100167185345214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-tempo.html' title='O TEMPO'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TSG4JcKwdvI/AAAAAAAAAaU/RqLsHTjcdn0/s72-c/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BDSC00168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-7031456125583309987</id><published>2010-12-18T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T15:21:54.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FELIZ NATAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.recadodeorkut.com/403/040.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Feliz Natal&lt;/span&gt; e um Ano Novo cheio de prosperidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Obrigada pela sua amizade, pelo carinho que tão gentilmente partilhou comigo o ano todo. Que seu coração receba as alegrias do Natal e a luz ilumine sua vida e de seus familiares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Que a esperança de um Ano Novo seja repleto de realizaçoes e crescimento espiritul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Muita luz, muita harmonia e um mundo melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; É o que lhe desejo do mais íntimo de meu coração, a todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-7031456125583309987?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/7031456125583309987/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/12/linkhttpwww_18.html#comment-form' title='39 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/7031456125583309987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/7031456125583309987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/12/linkhttpwww_18.html' title='FELIZ NATAL'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-700930011017714376</id><published>2010-12-15T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T06:48:12.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PEGADAS NA AREIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TQjQMyIqBqI/AAAAAAAAAZc/caQpf3EeShE/s1600/dezessete%255B1%255D.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550915458769225378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TQjQMyIqBqI/AAAAAAAAAZc/caQpf3EeShE/s400/dezessete%255B1%255D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;   Sonhei que caminhava na praia com o Senhor e via na tela do céu todos os dias do meu passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; E para cada dia percorrido apareciam na areia as pegadas de duas pessoas: as minhas e a do Senhor. Mas, em alguns trechos, axatamente nos dias mais difícil da minha vida, vi somente as pegadas de uma só pessoa. Então eu disse: "Senhor escolhi viver contigo e tu havia me prometido que estária sempre comigo, por que me deixaste sozinho exatamente nos mementos mais difícil?" Ele me respondeu: "Filho, voce sabe que o amo e que jamais o abondonarei; os dias em que ha na areia somente as pegadas de uma pessoa, são exatamente os dias em que carreguei voce nos braços."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-700930011017714376?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/700930011017714376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/12/pegadas-na-areia.html#comment-form' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/700930011017714376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/700930011017714376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/12/pegadas-na-areia.html' title='PEGADAS NA AREIA'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TQjQMyIqBqI/AAAAAAAAAZc/caQpf3EeShE/s72-c/dezessete%255B1%255D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-6959300723722201216</id><published>2010-12-09T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T09:02:33.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIVIDAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TQD6Jo7UMPI/AAAAAAAAAZU/aC6mqBEEonM/s1600/DSC00298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548709784432423154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TQD6Jo7UMPI/AAAAAAAAAZU/aC6mqBEEonM/s400/DSC00298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Milhares de jovem casais iniciam a vida conjugal sob o pêso de dívidas desnecessárias e nunca mais conseguem libertar-se. Passado a lua-de mel e a novidade do casamento, o casal começa a sentir os embaraços financeiros. Finalmente, os esposos ficam mal satisfeitos um com o outro, e vem o desentendimentos sérios, que quase sempre terminam em divórcio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para evitar a infelicidade e pouco todo sacrifício que se faça.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Pensemos no que devemos a nós mesmo e aos que dependem de nós e tomemos a resolução de nunca dever a ninguem". A divida é qualquer coisa de semelhante às areias movediças, que vão levando o indvíduo cada vez mais&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;para o fundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O homem que se endivida irremediavelmente, é uma vítima, perde a ambição e a confiança em si, mergulhando pouco a pouco na apatia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há duas classe de dívidas:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) As dívidas decorrentes de coisas superfluas, e que se tornam um pêso morto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2) As dívidas feitas no decorrer de uma transação comercial ou proficional, que representam mercadoria ou trabalho, e que podem ser convertidas em ativo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A primeira deve ser evitada de toda maneira.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A segunda pode ser tolerada, uma vez que o devedor seja prudente e não se permita ir alem de limite razoáveis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para se ver livre das dívidas, é preciso tomar duas decisões:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Primeiro, abandonar o hábito de comprar a crédito e, em seguida liquidar pouco a pouco os debitos ja contraidos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O hábito de gastar deve ser substituido pelo de economizar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Para  descontrair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faça esse cálculo! É muito legal&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;FAÇA O TESTE.. SE PUDER, EXPLIQUE-ME COMO O CARA BOLOU ESSA MALUQUICE, PORQUE TEM COISAS QUE NEM PITÁGORAS EXPLICA... Pegue uma calculadora porque não dá pra fazer de cabeça&lt;br /&gt;1 - Digite os 4 primeiros números de seu telefone; 2 - multiplique por 80. 3 - some 1. 4 - multiplique por 250. 5 - some com os 4 últimos números do mesmo telefone. 6 - some com os 4 últimos números do mesmo telefone de novo. 7 - diminua 250. 8 - divida por 2. Reconhece o resultado??????? Bom raciocínio a todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-6959300723722201216?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/6959300723722201216/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/12/dividas.html#comment-form' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/6959300723722201216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/6959300723722201216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/12/dividas.html' title='DIVIDAS'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TQD6Jo7UMPI/AAAAAAAAAZU/aC6mqBEEonM/s72-c/DSC00298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-1075910068517381567</id><published>2010-11-29T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T07:33:58.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O DIA DE KELY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Um dia, quando eu era calouro na escola, vi um garoto de minha sala caminhando para casa depois da aula. Seu nome era Kyle. Parecia que ele estava carregando todos os seus livros.  Eu pensei:' Por que alguém iria levar para casa todos os seus livros numa Sexta-Feira? Ele deve ser mesmo um C.D.F'! O meu final de semana estava planejado (festas e um jogo de futebol com meus amigos Sábado à tarde), então dei de ombros e segui o meu caminho.. Conforme ia caminhando, vi um grupo de garotos correndo em direção a Kyle. Eles o atropelaram, arrancando todos os livros de seus braços, empurrando-o de forma que ele caiu no chão. Seus óculos voaram e eu os vi aterrissarem na grama há alguns metros de onde ele estava. Kyle ergueu o rosto e eu vi uma terrível tristeza em seus olhos. Meu coração penalizou-se! Corri até o colega, enquanto ele engatinhava procurando por seus óculos. Pude ver uma lágrima em seus olhos. Enquanto eu lhe entregava os óculos, disse: 'Aqueles caras são uns idiotas! Eles realmente deviam arrumar uma vida própria'. Kyle olhou-me nos olhos e disse: 'Hei, obrigado'! Havia um grande sorriso em sua face. Era um daqueles sorrisos que realmente mostram gratidão. Eu o ajudei a apanhar seus livros e perguntei onde ele morava. Por coincidência ele morava perto da minha casa, mas não havíamos nos visto antes, porque ele freqüentava uma escola particular. Conversamos por todo o caminho de volta para casa e eu carreguei seus livros. Ele se revelou um garoto bem legal. Perguntei se ele queria jogar futebol no Sábado comigo e meus amigos. Eledisse que sim. Ficamos juntos por todo o final de semana e quanto mais eu conhecia Kyle, mais gostava dele. Meus amigos pensavam da mesma forma. Chegou a Segunda-Feira e lá estava o Kyle com aquela quantidade imensa delivros outra vez! Eu o parei e disse: 'Diabos, rapaz, você vai ficar realmente musculoso carregando essa pilha de livros assim todos os dias!'. Ele simplesmente riu e me entregou metade dos livros. Nos quatro anos seguintes, Kyle e eu nos tornamos mais amigos, mais unidos. Quando estávamosnos formando começamos a pensar em Faculdade. Kyle decidiu ir para Georgetown e eu para a Duke. Eu sabia que seríamos sempre amigos, que a distância nunca seria problema. Ele seria médico e eu ia tentar uma bolsa escolar no time de futebol. Kyle era o orador oficial denossa turma. Eu o provocava o tempo todo sobre ele ser um C..D.F. Ele teve que preparar um discurso de formatura e eu estava super contente por não ser eu quem deveria subir no palanque e discursar. No dia da Formatura Kyle estava ótimo. Era um daqueles caras que realmente se encontram durante a escola. Estava mais encorpado e realmente tinha uma boa aparência, mesmo usando óculos. Ele saía com mais garotas do que eu e todas as meninas o adoravam! Às vezeseu até ficava com inveja. Hoje era um daqueles dias. Eu podia ver o quanto ele estava nervoso sobre odiscurso. Então, dei-lhe um tapinha nas costas e disse: 'Ei, garotão, você vai se sair bem!' Ele olhou para mim com aquele olhar de gratidão, sorriu e disse:-'Valeu'! Quando ele subiu no oratório, limpou a garganta e começou o discurso: 'A Formatura é uma época para agradecermos àqueles que nos ajudaram durante estes anos duros. Seus pais, professores, irmãos, talvez até um treinador, mas principalmente aos seus amigos. Eu estou aqui para lhes dizer que ser um amigo para alguém, é o melhor presente que você pode lhes dar.Vou contar-lhes uma história:' Eu olhei para o meu amigo sem conseguir acreditar enquanto ele contava a história sobre o primeiro dia em que nos conhecemos. Ele havia planejado se matar naquele final de semana!  Contou a todos como havia esvaziado seu armário na escola, para que sua Mãe não tivesse que fazer isso depois que ele morresse e estava levando todas as suas coisas para casa. Ele olhou diretamente nos meus olhos e deu um pequeno sorriso. 'Felizmente, meu amigo me salvou de fazer algo inominável!' Eu observava o nó na garganta de todos na platéia enquanto aquele rapaz popular e bonito contava a todos sobre aquele seu momento de fraqueza. Vi sua mãe e seu pai olhando para mim e sorrindo com a mesma gratidão. Até aquele momento eu jamais havia me dado conta da profundidade do sorriso que ele me deu naquele dia. Nunca subestime o poder de suas ações. Com um pequeno gesto você pode mudar a vida de uma pessoa. Para melhor ou para pior. Deus nos coloca na vida dos outros para que tenhamos um impacto, uns sobre os outros de alguma forma. PROCURE O BEM NOS OUTROS!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-1075910068517381567?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/1075910068517381567/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-dia-de-kely.html#comment-form' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/1075910068517381567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/1075910068517381567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-dia-de-kely.html' title='O DIA DE KELY'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-1584850164665004668</id><published>2010-11-19T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T09:00:59.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALIANÇA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Uma vez, um homem cem pernas encontrou um cego. O aleijado propos ao cego que formassem ambos uma aliança que poderia um ser útil ao outro. "Subirei às suas costas, disse o aleijado, e andarei com as suas pernas, ao passo que voce fara uso dos meus olhos. Assim andaremos muito mais ràpidamente." O que um homem pode realizar sozinho, durante uma vida inteira, é muito pouco, mas por meio de aliança com outros é na verdade ilimitado. Devemos fazer essa aliança com pessoas que se interessem sinceramente. O objetivo deve ser escolhido com cuidado porque tudo tem um preço. Não é possível conseguir alguma coisa em troca de nada. Voce esta lidando com&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; A NATUREZA&lt;/span&gt;, sua forma mais elevada e mais nobre. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A NATUREZA&lt;/span&gt; não pode ser defraudada. Ela nos dará o objeto pelo qual lutamas, mas só depois de havermos pago seu preço. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Exemplo:&lt;/span&gt; O mero desejo de ser livre nunca libertará um homem que esta dentro de uma prisão, se não houver força suficiente para lhe dar o direto à liberdade. "Meu propósito na vida é ser tão útil quanto possivel ao mundo e ganhar o suficiente para viver bem."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/3182952835059717349-1584850164665004668?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/1584850164665004668/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/11/alianca.html#comment-form' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/1584850164665004668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/1584850164665004668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/11/alianca.html' title='ALIANÇA'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-8518847020362836859</id><published>2010-11-10T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T06:35:15.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A FORÇA DO HÁBITO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TNqkKV5kYBI/AAAAAAAAAYM/-qgmbWzgaK4/s1600/DSC00292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537919189389697042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TNqkKV5kYBI/AAAAAAAAAYM/-qgmbWzgaK4/s400/DSC00292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;O hábito nasce do ambiente, do fato de se fazer as mesmas coisas, ter os mesmos pensamentos ou repetir as mesmas palavras, infinitamente. Quando um hábito qualquer foi bem adquirido pela repetição do pensamento ou ação, o espirito tem uma tendência a ligar-se ao hábito e seguir o seu curso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Cria-se o hábito dirigindo repetidamente um ou todos os cincos sentidos: visão, olfato, tato, gosto e audição, em determinado sentido. É por meio desse princípio de repetição que se forma o hábito. É por meio do mesmo principio que o desejo de bebidas alcólicas se transforma em hábito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Depois de estar bem estabelecido, o hábito controlará e dirigirá as atividades do nosso corpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Aprendemos a escrever dirigindo repetidamente os musculos do braço e da mão, até conseguirmos traçar certas linhas conhecidas por letras. Finalmente, chegamos a escrever com facilidade e rapidez, pois escrever tornou-se para nos um hábito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;O hábito se apodera da mente, da mesma maneira que influencia os músculo do corpo, e a mente humana esta constantemente desabrochando, como as petelas de uma flor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-8518847020362836859?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/8518847020362836859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/11/forca-do-habito.html#comment-form' title='22 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/8518847020362836859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/8518847020362836859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/11/forca-do-habito.html' title='A FORÇA DO HÁBITO'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TNqkKV5kYBI/AAAAAAAAAYM/-qgmbWzgaK4/s72-c/DSC00292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-7776133981209103555</id><published>2010-11-04T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T07:21:42.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PENSAMENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Aquele que for capaz de perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;    Uma corrida sem culpar os outros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;    Da sua derrota tem perspectivas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;    De exitos na estrada da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-7776133981209103555?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/7776133981209103555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/11/pensamento.html#comment-form' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/7776133981209103555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/7776133981209103555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/11/pensamento.html' title='PENSAMENTO'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-1615006493082306734</id><published>2010-10-30T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T09:07:02.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SINTO VERGONHA DE MIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TMwzWB0BEaI/AAAAAAAAAYA/8Um_W4uTouE/s1600/DSC00316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533854495668244898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TMwzWB0BEaI/AAAAAAAAAYA/8Um_W4uTouE/s400/DSC00316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;RUI BARBOSA EM 1914&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                 ///&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sinto vergonha de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Por ter sido educador de parte desse povo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Por ter batalhado sempre pela justiça,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Por compactuar com a honestidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Por primar pela verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;e por ver este povo ja chamado varonil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;enveredar pelo caminho da desonra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;         ///             ///           ///&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sinto vergonha de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Por ter feito parte de uma era&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Que lutou pela democracia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Pela liberdade de ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;E ter que entregar aos meus filhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Simpres e abominavelmente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; A derrota das virtudes pelos vícios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A auzencia da sensatez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;No julgamento da verdade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A negligencia com a familia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;célula-mater da sociedade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A demasiada preocupação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Com o "eu" feliz a qualquer custo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Buscando a tal " felicidade"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Em caminhos eivados de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Desrespeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Para com o seu próximo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;             ///          ///            ///&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Tenho vergonha de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Pela possibilidade em ouvir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sem despejar meu verbo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A tantas cesculpas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Pelo orgulho e vaidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A tanta falta de humildade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Para reconhecer um erro cometido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A tantos "floreios" para justificar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Atos criminosos, a tantas relutância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Em esquecer a antiga posição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;De sempre "contestar".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Voltar atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;E mudar o futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;            ///           ///           ///&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Tenho vergonha de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Pois faço parte de um povo que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Não reconheço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Enveredando por caminhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Que não quero percorrer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;           ///         ///          ///&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Tenho vergonha da minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Impotência, da minha falta de garra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Das minhas disilusões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;E do meu cansaço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Não tenho para onde ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;pois amo este meu chão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Vibro ao ouvir meu Hino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;E jamais usei a minha Bandeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Para enxugar o meu suor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ou enrolar meu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Na pecaminosa manifestação de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Nacionalidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ao lado da vergonha de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Tenho tanta pena de ti, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Povo brasileiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"De tanto ver triufar as nulidades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;De tanto ver prosperar a desonra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;De tanto ver crescer a injustiça,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; De tanto ver agigantarem-se os&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Poderes nas mãos dos maus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;O homem chega desanimar da virtude, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A rir-se da honra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A ter vergonha de ser Honesto".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&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/3182952835059717349-1615006493082306734?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/1615006493082306734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/10/sinto-vergonha-de-mim.html#comment-form' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/1615006493082306734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/1615006493082306734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/10/sinto-vergonha-de-mim.html' title='SINTO VERGONHA DE MIM'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TMwzWB0BEaI/AAAAAAAAAYA/8Um_W4uTouE/s72-c/DSC00316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-5894148877026685918</id><published>2010-10-22T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T04:32:34.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DESCONTENTAMENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do nascimento até a morte, o espírito esta sempre desejando o que não possui.&lt;br /&gt;A criança sentada no chão com os seus brinquedos, se vê outra criança com brinquedo novo, procura imediatamente toma-la.&lt;br /&gt;A grama é sempre mais gostosa do outro lado da cerca, diz o burrico, enquanto espicha o pescoço para ver se consegue alcança-la.&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade esta sempre nos rondando; esta sempre à vista, mas fora do alcance. Avida nunca é completa, seja o que for que se possua ou possa possuir. Uma necessidade sempre traz outra.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre buscando, e nunca encontrado- assim poderia ser definida a luta do homem pela felicidade e pelo prazer.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é uma eterna pergunta que nunca tem resposta!&lt;br /&gt;O que mais desejamos se encontra sempre na distância embrionária do futuro. Nosso poder de aquisição esta sempre uma década ou mais atrás do nosso poder de &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;DESEJAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, se conseguimos o que desejamos, ja não o queremos mais.&lt;br /&gt;Feliz é a mulher que compreende essa grande verdade e conserva o homem que a ama sempre imaginando, sempre na defensiva, com mêdo de perde-la.&lt;br /&gt;Como são bonitas as montanhas à distância! Mas no momento que nos aproximamos, vemos que tudo aquilo não passa de uma triste coleção de rochas, terra e arbusto.&lt;br /&gt;Beleza, felicidade e prazer são estado de espírito. Não podem ser desfrutados senão visto de lomge.&lt;br /&gt;Se destruirmos os sonhos no coração de um homem, te-lo-emos destruido tambem. A única satisfação duradoura é a que sente aquele que conserva bem viva, no coração, a esperança de um furuto acontecimento. Quando a esperança morre, grava no coração humano a palavra fim.&lt;br /&gt;Não se preocupe se "do outro lado da cerca a relva parece mais verde". A natureza quis que assim fosse. E assim que ela nos atrai e nos da forças para a luta pela vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-5894148877026685918?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/5894148877026685918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/10/descontentamento.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/5894148877026685918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/5894148877026685918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/10/descontentamento.html' title='DESCONTENTAMENTO'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-1937146232654880137</id><published>2010-10-12T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T10:52:56.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QUEM SOU EU?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TLScxxkFs4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/wKc1VYMCLUI/s1600/DSC00246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527215021622670210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TLScxxkFs4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/wKc1VYMCLUI/s400/DSC00246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Nesta altura da vida já não sei mais quem sou... Vejam só que dilema!!! Na ficha da loja sou CLIENTE, no restaurante FREGUÊS, quando alugo uma casa INQUILINO, na condução PASSAGEIRO, nos correios REMETENTE, nosupermercado CONSUMIDOR. Para a Receita Federal CONTRIBUINTE, se vendo algo importado CONTRABANDISTA. Se revendo algo, sou  MUAMBEIRO, se o carnê tá com o prazo vencido INADIMPLENTE, se não pago imposto SONEGADOR. Para votar ELEITOR, mas em comícios MASSA, em viagens TURISTA, na rua caminhando, PEDESTRE, se sou atropelado ACIDENTADO, no hospital PACIENTE. Nos jornais viro VÍTIMA, se compro um livro LEITOR, se ouço rádio OUVINTE. Para o Ibope ESPECTADOR, para apresentador de televisão TELESPECTADOR, no campo de futebol TORCEDOR. Se sou Flamenguista, LADRÃO. Agora, já virei GALERA. (se trabalho na ANATEL , sou COLABORADOR) e, quando morrer... uns dirão... FINADO, outros ... DEFUNTO, para outros ... EXTINTO, para o povão ...PRESUNTO. Em certos círculos espiritualistas serei ... DESENCARNADO, evangélicos dirão que fui ...ARREBATADO. E o pior de tudo é que para todo governante sou apenas um IMBECIL !!! E pensar que um dia já fui mais EU.         &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Luiz Fernando Veríssimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-1937146232654880137?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/1937146232654880137/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/10/quem-sou-eu.html#comment-form' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/1937146232654880137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/1937146232654880137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/10/quem-sou-eu.html' title='QUEM SOU EU?'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TLScxxkFs4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/wKc1VYMCLUI/s72-c/DSC00246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-8907611184374174319</id><published>2010-10-04T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T09:23:37.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;O supremo mistério do universo é a vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Vimos para aqui sem o nosso consentimento, de onde não sabemos! Partimos sem o nosso consentimento, para onde não sabemos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;    Vivemos eternamente procurando soluções para o grande enigma da &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;VIDA&lt;/span&gt; e, para que propósito, com que fim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;    Que fomos posto na terra por uma razão definida, é o que ninguem põe mais em duvida. Não sera possível que o poder que nos colocou na terra saiba o que fazer conosco, quando ultrapassarmos a&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Grande Divisa&lt;/span&gt;? O &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Criador&lt;/span&gt; deve saber o que fazer conosco, depois da nossa morte.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; Devemos cooperar com o &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Criador &lt;/span&gt;de maneira inteligente, procurando seguir uma justa norma de conduta na terra ajudando-nos uns aos outros e fazendo todo o bem possível durante a vida, entregando o futuro àquele que sabe melhor que nós o que nos convem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;          ///                        ///                       ///                          ///                         ///&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;O amor, a beleza, a alegria e a devoção estão sempre construindo, derrubando e recostruindo os alicerces de cada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; ALMA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-8907611184374174319?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/8907611184374174319/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/10/vida.html#comment-form' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/8907611184374174319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/8907611184374174319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/10/vida.html' title='VIDA'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-9132883454227822622</id><published>2010-09-24T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T10:08:33.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A PRIMAVERA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TJzSl0XOfPI/AAAAAAAAAW4/9JO6uYD9_Ng/s1600/7d2994dd6f5a3a7373f0442a25578a7f%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520518790402440434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TJzSl0XOfPI/AAAAAAAAAW4/9JO6uYD9_Ng/s400/7d2994dd6f5a3a7373f0442a25578a7f%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Vejam que maravilhoso! Este selinho eu ganhei da minha AMIGA Zil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;VOCÊ SABIA? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A PRIMAVERA CHEGOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Nesta época, alem de mais quentes, os dias se tornam mais longos e as noites, mais curtas. Somente durante a primavera e o outono, o sol nasce rigorosamente a leste e se põe a oeste, e ela é conhecida como o tempo do plantio e da germinação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Antigamente, o ano era dividido apenas em duas partes: veris (bom tempo) e hiems ( mau tempo). Mas a partir do século 17, os estudiosos dividiram o ano em quatro estações e batizaram cada uma delas com um nome originado do latim. Primavera tem origem de "prima verna", ou primeiro verão, é a primavera das quatro estações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;É na primavera e no outono que ocorrem os equinócios, nome dado pelos romanos, proveniente do latim "aequus" e "nox"(noite). Nesta posição, toda a Terra é iluminada por igual, e os dias e as noites duram 12 horas cada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fonte: &lt;a href="http://www.gforum.tv/"&gt;http://www.gforum.tv/&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/3182952835059717349-9132883454227822622?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/9132883454227822622/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/09/primavera.html#comment-form' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/9132883454227822622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/9132883454227822622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/09/primavera.html' title='A PRIMAVERA'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TJzSl0XOfPI/AAAAAAAAAW4/9JO6uYD9_Ng/s72-c/7d2994dd6f5a3a7373f0442a25578a7f%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-9098517672930398190</id><published>2010-09-18T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T10:47:07.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A FORÇA DO PENSAMENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TJTsSLh41KI/AAAAAAAAAWo/mUyZRNiRLnQ/s1600/DSC00245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518295240512427170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 394px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TJTsSLh41KI/AAAAAAAAAWo/mUyZRNiRLnQ/s400/DSC00245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Pessoa alguma pode conhecer as forças ocultas que vivem dentro de si. A pessoa mesmo não conhecendo a sua capacidade de realização e jamais a conhecera, se não entrar em contacto com um estímulo que o impelira a uma ação maior, e lhe ampliara a visão, desenvolvendo a sua força de confiança com um desejo mais profundo de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;realizar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Não é desárrazoado esperar que qualquer declaração, ideia ou palavra estimulante, sirva como um incentivo que remolde o seu destino, dando nova direção ao seu pensamento e energia, ao longo de uma estrada que o conduzira o seu objetivo. Parece estranho, mas é&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;uma verdade, que os pontos mais decisivo da vida apareçam muitas vezes nos momentos mais inesperados e de maneira mais diversa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Uma noite, sentado junto a uma lareira, escutei oma converça entre dois homens idosos. Sem ser convidado entrei na conversa e disse alguma coisa sobre os empregadores e empregados que solucionavam as suas diferenças. Minhas observações atrairam a atenção de um dos homens que se volto para mim, com olhar de surpresa e disse: "O senhor, que é um rapaz inteligente, por que não procura instruir-se mais, a fim de dar a conhecer ao mundo as suas ideias?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Essa observação me fez refletir, embora fosse a primeira vez que alguem me dizia que eu era inteligente, ou que podia realizar qualquer coisa na vida. Fiquei refletindo e quanto mais longe me levavam as reflexões, mais certeza adquiria daquela realização.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Se pensais em ser vencido, sereis;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Se pensais que não ousais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;não ousareis;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Se quereis vencer mas desanimais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;provavelmente não vencereis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Se pensais em perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;perdereis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Pois é coisa sabido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Que tudo começa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;com um simples desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Num mero estado de espírito&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Se pensais que sois pário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sereis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;É preciso pensar em elevar-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;para tal conseguir;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;É preciso estar certo de si mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Para um prêmio poder alcançar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A batalha da vida nem sempre é vencida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;pelo mais forte ou o mais ágil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Tarde ou cedo aquele que vence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;É o que pensa que pode vencer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-9098517672930398190?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/9098517672930398190/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/09/forca-do-pensamento.html#comment-form' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/9098517672930398190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/9098517672930398190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/09/forca-do-pensamento.html' title='A FORÇA DO PENSAMENTO'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TJTsSLh41KI/AAAAAAAAAWo/mUyZRNiRLnQ/s72-c/DSC00245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-3551119938811196964</id><published>2010-09-14T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T04:43:26.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AGOSTO DE 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TJnrslBWREI/AAAAAAAAAWw/B0uWjreqREw/s1600/DSC00259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519701969403790402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TJnrslBWREI/AAAAAAAAAWw/B0uWjreqREw/s400/DSC00259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Agosto de 2010&lt;br /&gt;Este ano tivemos no mês de agosto 5 domingos, 5 segundas e 5 terças. Isso somente acontece a cada 823 anos e, segundo a cultura chinesa do&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; feng shui,&lt;/span&gt; aquele que conta tal fato aos outros nos primeiros dias de setembro atrairá muito dinheiro. Vamos contar pra todo mundo! Muita sorte! E que os chineses estejam certos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Recebi esta crendice de um amigo. Quero compartilhar com meus amigos do BLOG tambem, quem sabe da certo, e se quiserem e desejar copiar esteja a vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pensamento:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ninguem pode tornar-se um grande condutor de homens se não tiver no coração, o leite da bondade humana e se não dirigir antes pelo sugestão e pela bondade, do que pela força&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-3551119938811196964?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/3551119938811196964/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/09/gosto-de-2010.html#comment-form' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/3551119938811196964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/3551119938811196964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/09/gosto-de-2010.html' title='AGOSTO DE 2010'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TJnrslBWREI/AAAAAAAAAWw/B0uWjreqREw/s72-c/DSC00259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-1331472721560697083</id><published>2010-09-10T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T11:02:12.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CREDO DA ESPÔSA PARA O MARIDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ninguem pode prever as possibilidades de realizações que estão ao dispor de um homem que&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;é apoiado pelo conselho da espôsa. A espôsa mais do que ninguem deve faze-lo acreditar que nada, dentro da razão, esta alem das suas possibilidades: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Credo da mulher para o homem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Creio em mim mesmo. Creio nos que trabalham comigo. Creio no chefe. Creio nos meus amigos. Creio em minha familia. Creio que Deus me emprestara tudo o que necessito, contanto que eu me esforce por meios lícitos e honestos. Creio nas orações, e nunca fecharei meus olhos para dormir sem pedir antes a divina orientação. Creio que tirarei da vida exatamente o que nela colocar, e assim tratarei os outros, como quero que eles sejam comigo. Creio que o resultado do esforço, não depende de sorte, de magia, de amigos duvidosos, de companheiros ou do meu chefe. Não caluniarei meu proximo. Não diminuirei meu trabalho por ver que outros o fazem, prestarei o melhor serviço que for capaz. Finalmente, perdoarei os que me ofendem, porque compreendo que algumas vezes ofendo os outros e necessito do seu perdão".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Seria um esplêndido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;credo a ser adotado por qualquer pessoa&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Não dê&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;importância ao que os outros possam dizer. "Nada nos pode trazer paz senão nos mesmo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Um lar é uma coisa que não se compra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pode-se comprar uma casa mas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Só uma mulher pode fazer dela um lar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-1331472721560697083?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/1331472721560697083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/09/credo-da-esposa-para-o-marido.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/1331472721560697083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/1331472721560697083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/09/credo-da-esposa-para-o-marido.html' title='CREDO DA ESPÔSA PARA O MARIDO'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-853919212022638346</id><published>2010-09-02T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T08:54:24.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROSA DO DESERTO (dicas)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TH_BpYIFU5I/AAAAAAAAAWI/F5m-dkximrM/s1600/DSC00289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512337385519928210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TH_BpYIFU5I/AAAAAAAAAWI/F5m-dkximrM/s400/DSC00289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;   A Rosa do deserto é um arbusto suculento de múltiplos troncos nativo das áreas desérticas da Península Arábica e leste e sudoeste da África.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;     Suas folhas são compridas e verde brilhantes. Seu caule é muito atrativo. Ela tem um caule de base larga, com vários, galhos, e cada planta terá seu próprio modelo estrutural, de forma que não existirão duas plantas iguais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;     Gosta de sol direto, aceitando tambem locais de poucas horas de sol (minimo de 6 horas de luz solar).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Por ser uma planta de clima seco, prefere um solo mais arenoso e com boa drenagem, regas devem ser moderadas, deixar a terra muito encharcada pode causar a queda das folhas. O substrato ideal para o plantio é uma mistura de 50% de areia mais 50% de terra vegetal. É carateristicas de terrenos áridos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;    A Rosa do Deserto chega a atingir mais de 2 metros na natureza, e em vasos chega a atingir 1 metro de altura. Costuma ter uma florada mais intensa na primavera e outono, mas se mantem florida o ano todo. Dá uma bela planta em estilo bonsai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-853919212022638346?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/853919212022638346/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/09/rosa-do-deserto-dicas.html#comment-form' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/853919212022638346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/853919212022638346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/09/rosa-do-deserto-dicas.html' title='ROSA DO DESERTO (dicas)'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TH_BpYIFU5I/AAAAAAAAAWI/F5m-dkximrM/s72-c/DSC00289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-6757945523586881940</id><published>2010-08-27T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T11:52:42.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEREDITARIEDADE SOCIAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hereditariedade social&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;é o metodo pelo qual o homem reune todo conhecimento que fazem dele um ser superior. Descobri um ninho de galinhola, e com um binóculo observei o pássaro ate o dia que os filhotes romperam a casca. Desejando ver os filhotes, aproximei-me do ninho. O pássaro permaneceu no ninho ate que cheguei a uma pequenq distância; então arrepiou as penas, estendeu uma perna sob a asa, e saiu. Não a segui, e pelo contrário derigime ao ninho para ver os finhotes. Sem o menor sinal de medo, todos moviam a cabecinha para um lado e outro. Apanhei um deles, e fiquei com ele na palma da minha mão. Coloquei-o no ninho para que a mãe voltasce. O pássaro começou trilnar com cautela, ate que, chegando perto do ninho, indireitou a asa, andou o mais rápidamente possivel, produzindo um som semelhante ao que emite uma galinha quando encontra um pouco de comida e começa a chamar os pintinhos. Reuniu os filhotes e continuou a bater as asas e arrepiar as penas. Era como se estivesse dando aos filhotes a primeira lição de defesa própria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parecia dizer, voces são uns tolos, deviam envergonhar-se pelo fato de terem estado na palma da mão de um homem. A proxima vez que virem um homem a proximando trate de fugir. Escondem-se ate que o inimigo tenha desaparecido. Os filhotes pareciam ouvir a lição com grande interesse. Tentei aproximar-me novamente do ninho. Quando estava chegando perto, a galinha repetiu a farsa e saiu; olhei para o ninho mas os filhotes ja não estava nele. Tinham aprendido a evitar o inimigo, graças ao seu instinto. Quando a galinhola estendeu a asa como se estivesse tropega, e fez ouvir aqueles piados aflitivos, implantou nos filhotes, o terror do homem, de maneira que eles jamais esqueceriam.&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; "Hereditariedade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Social"&lt;/span&gt; esta relacionada com os processos por meio das quais se esta implantado no espirito das criança uma idéia, um dogma, um credo, uma religião ou sistema de moral, pelo pais ou dos que tem autoridade sobre ela, antes de atingir a idade do raciocínio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e de poder refretir 'a sua maneira.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-6757945523586881940?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/6757945523586881940/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/08/hereditariedade-social.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/6757945523586881940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/6757945523586881940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/08/hereditariedade-social.html' title='HEREDITARIEDADE SOCIAL'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-780815333177754236</id><published>2010-08-20T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T10:40:18.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HARMONIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TG61F6uz5OI/AAAAAAAAAVY/g74egvcKbcU/s1600/n+23+a+mesma.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507538507590264034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TG61F6uz5OI/AAAAAAAAAVY/g74egvcKbcU/s400/n+23+a+mesma.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Um homem tinha sete filhos que estavam sempre discutindo uns com outros. Um dia o pai chamou os filhos e disse-lhes que desejava dar a todos uma demonstração do que significava aquela falta de harmonia. Preparou um feixe com sete estacas, cuidadosamente amarradas. Mandou que cada filho separadamente, tentasse partir o feixe, cada qual experimento e nada conseguiu. O pai desfez o feixe entregou uma estaca a cada um dos filhos e pediu que quebrassem as com o joelho. O velho disse então o seguinte. Quando voces, meus filhos, trabalham  juntos, lembra o feixe de estacas, e nenhum pode ser derrotado; mas quando brigam uns com os outros, qualquer um pode ser vencido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-780815333177754236?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/780815333177754236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/08/harmonia.html#comment-form' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/780815333177754236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/780815333177754236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/08/harmonia.html' title='HARMONIA'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TG61F6uz5OI/AAAAAAAAAVY/g74egvcKbcU/s72-c/n+23+a+mesma.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-7812486924747678965</id><published>2010-08-11T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T09:54:44.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMBIÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tenho ambições nem desejos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ser poeta não é uma ambição minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;É a minha maneira de estar sózinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;    Da minha aldeia vejo quanto da terra se pode ver do Universo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Por isso a minha aldeia é tão grande como outra qualquer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Porque eu sou do tamanho do que vejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;E não do tamanho da minha altura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;     A mim ensinou-me tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ensinou-me a olhar as coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Aponta-me todas as coisas que há nas flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Mostra-me como as pedras são engraçadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Quando a gente as tem nas mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;E olhar devagar para elas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;FERNANDO PESSOA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-7812486924747678965?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/7812486924747678965/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/08/ambicao.html#comment-form' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/7812486924747678965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/7812486924747678965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/08/ambicao.html' title='AMBIÇÃO'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-8565121669118350862</id><published>2010-08-07T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T08:44:53.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O HOMEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;O homem é de corpo e alma formado para grandes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Feitos; para, nas asas da mais ousada fantasia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Voar infatigavelmente, transformando, impávio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Em paz os mais cruéis sofrimentos e experimentando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Os prazeres do espirito e dos sentidos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;   Ou, então, é formado para a objeção e a desgraça,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Para rastejar no grilhão dos terrores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;   Estremecendo a cada som, apagando com o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sensualismo a chama do amor natural, abençoando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A hora em que a gélida mão da morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Lhe imporá o selo fatal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;E temendo ao mesmo tempo a cura, conquanto odiando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;                                                                                    [ o mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;             &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; SHELLEX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-8565121669118350862?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/8565121669118350862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-homem.html#comment-form' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/8565121669118350862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/8565121669118350862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-homem.html' title='O HOMEM'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-8715275273595728135</id><published>2010-07-27T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T10:41:15.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O SUCESSO (continuação)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TE8NWN-Qp-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/sVAkxwAeeS8/s1600/DSC00211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498628345401747426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TE8NWN-Qp-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/sVAkxwAeeS8/s400/DSC00211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Devemos procurar sempre o conselho da queles que nos dizem a verdade sobre nos mesmo, ainda que a verdade nos doa. Meros louvores não conduzem ao aperfeiçoamento necessário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Quanto 'a instrução adquirida por todos os que frequentam escolas, serve apenas como um pequeno capital, para colocar o indivíduo em condições de aprender por si mesmo, dai em diante. Afinal de contas toda pessoa que tem instrução é sempre o seu próprio professor, isto pela simpres razão de que os princípios não podem ser aprendidos de cor; refere-se a uma experiência que, num momento ou noutro, é a experiência, de cada um que conta.O homem acumulara grande poder, simplesmente usando o conhecimento que possui. Mas o pensamento pode ser contaminado com unidades negativas a tal ponto que abala todo sistema nervoso. Um ambiente negativo como o que se cria em familias, nas quais um dos menbros esta sempre "aperreando," interfere mentalmente de tal modo, que o indivíduo perderá a ambição. É por isso que um velho rifão diz que a mulher faz o homem ou destroi. O sucesso na vida, é sobretudo questão de adaptação ao ambiente, demaneira que haja harmonia entre o ambiente e o indivíduo. O palácio do rei se torna uma choça de camponês quando não existe harmonia. E a choça de um camponês pode ter mais felicidade do que a mansão de um rico, se a harmonia reinar ne primeira e faltar na segunda. No momento em que a discórdia começa a bater a porta de frente do conhecimento, a harmonia vai saindo pela porta dos fundos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-8715275273595728135?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/8715275273595728135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-sucesso-continuacao.html#comment-form' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/8715275273595728135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/8715275273595728135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-sucesso-continuacao.html' title='O SUCESSO (continuação)'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TE8NWN-Qp-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/sVAkxwAeeS8/s72-c/DSC00211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-5883044171284647747</id><published>2010-07-15T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T13:02:07.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JOÃO DE BARRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Hoje chove e faz frio. Sentei-me na minha cadeira, onde posso ver um casal de João de Barro que trabalham e cantam felizes. Ha nove meses eles estão numa luta constante, para construir sua casinha no alto de um poste de energia. Quando chovem eles ficam felizes porque só assim, eles tem barro para trabalhar. Ele desce no meu jardim pega um pouquinho de barro, leva na calçada amassa com o biquinho e sobe para colocar na parede, enquanto isso ela desce e faz o mesmo trabalho, ficam nesse vai e vem hora ele hora ela numa troca incansavel de cooperação. As vezes penso que vão desistir porque depois de uma chuva mais forte, seus trabalhos escorre pela terra, mas quem diz que desistem, na nova estiagem estão eles de volta, cantando e começa tudo de novo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-5883044171284647747?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/5883044171284647747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/07/joao-de-barro.html#comment-form' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/5883044171284647747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/5883044171284647747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/07/joao-de-barro.html' title='JOÃO DE BARRO'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-4350935701866621340</id><published>2010-07-09T11:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T12:19:35.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OSUCESSO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Nenhum homem terá uma chance, para desfrutar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TDdpF4Ra8XI/AAAAAAAAATs/GFTweuYB9MY/s1600/DSC00152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491973820327326066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TDdpF4Ra8XI/AAAAAAAAATs/GFTweuYB9MY/s400/DSC00152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; um sucesso permanente, se não começar por olhar-se num espelho para descobrir a causa real de todos os seus erros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;É a sua personalidade que determina o grau do sucesso que o negócio irá alcançar. Modifiquemos essa personalidade tornando-a mais agradavel, e os negócios florescerão. Geralmente o ser humano se impreciona mais pela personalidade do vendedor do que pela compra que pretende comprar, por que? É imprecionante! Noventa por cento das pessoas não entendem ou não conhecem o que esta comprando, e não se importam com isso. O que compram realmente, é a personalidade agradavel de algum, homem ou mulher, que saiba o quanto vale tal personalidade.O objetivo principal de cada um na vida, é conseguir sucesso. Sem violar os direitos alheios. Seja qual for nosso objetivo, nos o conseguiremos com muito menos dificuldade, se tivermos aprendido a desenvolver uma personalidade agradavel. Sem poder, não se pode alcançar grande sucesso na vida e ninguem tem poder sem personalidade suficiente. Para isso precisamos ter: um objetivo. confiaça, economizar, iniciativa e liderança, imaginação, entusiasmo, autocontrole, produzir mais do que se ganha, ser agradavel, tirar proveito dos fracassos, ser tolerante... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Podemos acumular grande poder, simplesmente organizando o conhecimento que possuimos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Se tiver que caluniar alguem, não fale - escreva - escreva na areia, bem perto das ondas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Napoleon Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-4350935701866621340?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/4350935701866621340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/07/osucesso_09.html#comment-form' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/4350935701866621340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/4350935701866621340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/07/osucesso_09.html' title='OSUCESSO'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TDdpF4Ra8XI/AAAAAAAAATs/GFTweuYB9MY/s72-c/DSC00152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-8942631105326436982</id><published>2010-06-30T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T11:15:36.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-69.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2522015791363162217&amp;amp;site=widget-69.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791363162217&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-69.slide.com/p1/2522015791363162217/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TCZALyR5VMI/AAAAAAAAASw/--WPpfrrwkA/s400/DSC00113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;O tempo é um grande mestre que cura as feridas das derrotas temporárias, corrigem as desigualdades e os erros do mundo. Com o tempo nada é impossivel! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; Napoleon  Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;O triunfo é em grande parte, uma questão de ajustamento do indivíduo ao ambiente da vida. O indivíduo precisa conhecer tanto as suas limitações como as suas possibilidades, como auxilio na árdua luta por um lugar no mundo de hoje. É preciso corrigir os pontos fracos na nossa personálidade, como as fraquezas que se interpõem entre nos e o sucesso: a violência, a inveja, a desconfiança, a vingança, o egoísmo, a tendência em colher onde não se semeou e o hábito de gastar mais do que se ganha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-6942043509660127428?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/6942043509660127428/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-tempo.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/6942043509660127428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/6942043509660127428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-tempo.html' title='O TEMPO'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TCZALyR5VMI/AAAAAAAAASw/--WPpfrrwkA/s72-c/DSC00113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-7805683263719496228</id><published>2010-06-15T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T06:04:53.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EXEMPLO DE VIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;O sofrimento aniquila, mas nos é necessário, pois só com o sofrimento é que lembramos mais sinceramente, de Deus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Praticar o bem...perdoar quem nos ofende...esquecer quem nos calunia...são moedas de valor que acumulamos no cofre santo das nossas provações e que nos darão mais tarde grandes e benfazejas compensações. É dever de todos amparar os aflitos e consolar os desesperados, pois essa tarefa sublime é que nos aproxima de Deus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-7805683263719496228?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/7805683263719496228/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-sofrimento-aniquila-mas-nos-e.html#comment-form' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/7805683263719496228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/7805683263719496228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-sofrimento-aniquila-mas-nos-e.html' title='EXEMPLO DE VIDA'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-8548810489608683170</id><published>2010-06-15T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T05:32:59.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A CARETA DE MANUELA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TBdvj2Raz7I/AAAAAAAAASc/qlASTvcQ8Qc/s1600/A+careta+de+Manuela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482973733001547698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TBdvj2Raz7I/AAAAAAAAASc/qlASTvcQ8Qc/s400/A+careta+de+Manuela.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Uma partezinha do meu jardim,com minha querida sobrinha Manuela, de 2 aninhos fazendo careta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-8548810489608683170?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/8548810489608683170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/06/careta-de-manuela.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/8548810489608683170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/8548810489608683170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/06/careta-de-manuela.html' title='A CARETA DE MANUELA'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TBdvj2Raz7I/AAAAAAAAASc/qlASTvcQ8Qc/s72-c/A+careta+de+Manuela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-3274672514542628604</id><published>2010-06-07T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T08:55:25.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VIDAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Num exame meticuloso, chegamos sempre a esta verdade: Viver é lutar... Todos têm a mesma finalidade, quer seja o homem quer seja os animais, os vegetais... todos nascem e lutam para a manutenção própria, e todos sucumbem impreterivelmente findo o ciclo previsto pelas leis sábias de Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TA0PSCU9L6I/AAAAAAAAASU/FpGV1TvLhFY/s1600/As+preferidas+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480053124116590498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TA0PSCU9L6I/AAAAAAAAASU/FpGV1TvLhFY/s400/As+preferidas+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.                    &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;De Antonieta V. Mayer   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-3274672514542628604?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/3274672514542628604/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/06/num-exame-meticuloso-chegamos-sempre.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/3274672514542628604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/3274672514542628604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/06/num-exame-meticuloso-chegamos-sempre.html' title='VIDAS'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/TA0PSCU9L6I/AAAAAAAAASU/FpGV1TvLhFY/s72-c/As+preferidas+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-7200906933487678400</id><published>2010-05-26T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T12:30:46.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOALHINHA DE BANDEJA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;CROCHET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; Nesta postagem, eu quero mostrar aos meus leitores, alguns dos meus antigos trabalhos que com a confecção deles eu e minha irmã conseguimos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475628785585356738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S_1XXo63_8I/AAAAAAAAARk/Xan0tV4SIys/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC00190.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sobreviver por 15 anos. Fizemos muito, e vendemos muito, graças a Deus e nossa força de vontade e não deixando de fora a necessidade de sobrevivencia. Tudo que fiz em minha vida foi com muito prazer, e sempre tive muitas recompensa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-7200906933487678400?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/7200906933487678400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/05/crochet-nesta-postagem-eu-quero-mostrar.html#comment-form' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/7200906933487678400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/7200906933487678400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/05/crochet-nesta-postagem-eu-quero-mostrar.html' title='TOALHINHA DE BANDEJA'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S_1XXo63_8I/AAAAAAAAARk/Xan0tV4SIys/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC00190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-5511405989099659982</id><published>2010-05-26T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T10:38:06.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOALHINHA DE BANDEJA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S_1StMgyGXI/AAAAAAAAARc/9DKi6-xDYLQ/s1600/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC00189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475623658358708594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S_1StMgyGXI/AAAAAAAAARc/9DKi6-xDYLQ/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC00189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-5511405989099659982?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/5511405989099659982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_26.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/5511405989099659982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/5511405989099659982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_26.html' title='TOALHINHA DE BANDEJA'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S_1StMgyGXI/AAAAAAAAARc/9DKi6-xDYLQ/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC00189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-5342004704508308132</id><published>2010-05-26T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T09:50:48.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toallinha de mesa central</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S_1PasRQ32I/AAAAAAAAARM/IWTujr3zHmg/s1600/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC00184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475620041931153250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S_1PasRQ32I/AAAAAAAAARM/IWTujr3zHmg/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC00184.JPG" 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/3182952835059717349-5342004704508308132?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/5342004704508308132/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/05/toallinha-de-mesa-central.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/5342004704508308132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/5342004704508308132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/05/toallinha-de-mesa-central.html' title='Toallinha de mesa central'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S_1PasRQ32I/AAAAAAAAARM/IWTujr3zHmg/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC00184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-1091458933671981431</id><published>2010-05-26T09:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T09:46:29.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CROCHET</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475618695342903330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S_1OMT1m0CI/AAAAAAAAARE/Qr2ZHlfd8D0/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC00185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Toalha de mesa com um metro e meio de diâmetro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-1091458933671981431?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/1091458933671981431/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/05/crochet.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/1091458933671981431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/1091458933671981431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/05/crochet.html' title='CROCHET'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S_1OMT1m0CI/AAAAAAAAARE/Qr2ZHlfd8D0/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC00185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-855962375665807005</id><published>2010-05-20T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T09:42:22.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-855962375665807005?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/855962375665807005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/855962375665807005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/855962375665807005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-5544155313351281583</id><published>2010-05-18T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T09:29:57.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DICAS SOBRE AS PHALAENOPSIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S_K4dZFONAI/AAAAAAAAAPs/4MTogmmxACI/s1600/DSC00141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472639312297079810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S_K4dZFONAI/AAAAAAAAAPs/4MTogmmxACI/s400/DSC00141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;PHALAENOPSIS&lt;/span&gt;  O seu rizoma é formado de tronco curto, onde surgem algumas folhas carnosas, compridas e largas. As raizes são achatadas. Sua cultura é mais fácil, desde que se observe certas regras. Um dos cuidados importante é a luminosidade. Precisa de lugar sombreado, com o sol da manhã, ou a tarde. Cuidados com o sol forte sobre suas folhas que com facilidade sofre queimaduras. Gosta de ambiente umido, mas suportam alguns dias de seca passageira.    Bem espero que as dicas sirvam para tirar algumas duvidas.Sempre que for abrindo minhas orquideas, eu fotografarei e se souber algo sobre cada uma, vou passando a voces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-5544155313351281583?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/5544155313351281583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/05/dicas-sobre-as-phalaenopsis.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/5544155313351281583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/5544155313351281583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/05/dicas-sobre-as-phalaenopsis.html' title='DICAS SOBRE AS PHALAENOPSIS'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S_K4dZFONAI/AAAAAAAAAPs/4MTogmmxACI/s72-c/DSC00141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-5283162580539368077</id><published>2010-05-07T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T05:09:19.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A TODAS AS MÃES COM CARINHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S-RmYjX69eI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Q84SfYybsJY/s1600/DSC00144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468608419533092322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S-RmYjX69eI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Q84SfYybsJY/s400/DSC00144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;As mães de todo planeta. Ofereço o brilho de um cometa. Para tal beleza comparar. Sem ja mais pestanejar. Por Deus abençoada. Por Maria imaculada. De seu ventre surge a vida. Mãe tu és consagrada... &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Macos G. Aguiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-5283162580539368077?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/5283162580539368077/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/05/as-maes-de-todo-planeta.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/5283162580539368077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/5283162580539368077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/05/as-maes-de-todo-planeta.html' title='A TODAS AS MÃES COM CARINHO'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S-RmYjX69eI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Q84SfYybsJY/s72-c/DSC00144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-1847027744996745767</id><published>2010-04-23T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T10:19:03.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CATTLEYA WALKERIANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S9HSIB8cnbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/0abvu4HcRB0/s1600/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC00592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463378858379877810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S9HSIB8cnbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/0abvu4HcRB0/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC00592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dicas para Cultivo   &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Tenho visto a cattleya walkeriana se sair muito bem, em vasos de cerâmica, em vaso de xaxim, em pedaços de casca de árvore ( ipê, peroba, aroeira,etc), em casca de pinheiro, em placa de xaxim ou, em muro de pedras. A Walkeryana tolera muito bem a luz solar intensa, mas não direta. Gosta de úmidade e bastante ventilação, detestando substratos encharcados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-1847027744996745767?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/1847027744996745767/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/04/cattleya-walkeriana.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/1847027744996745767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/1847027744996745767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/04/cattleya-walkeriana.html' title='CATTLEYA WALKERIANA'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S9HSIB8cnbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/0abvu4HcRB0/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC00592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-6355569444706023674</id><published>2010-04-10T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T09:59:08.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CATTLEYA INTERMEDIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S8Cnz1sRQxI/AAAAAAAAAMg/J8C9cyb6hxE/s1600/Cattleya+intermedia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458547257400967954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S8Cnz1sRQxI/AAAAAAAAAMg/J8C9cyb6hxE/s400/Cattleya+intermedia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cattleya Intermedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(seme-alba x orlata) O cultivo da Cattleya intermedia exige bastante umidade do ar, muito sol da manhã e boa ventilação. O substrato que tem dado melhor resultado é a casca de pinus misturado com musgo ou saibro de granito e com casca de pinus finamente moida. Pode ser cultivada com sucesso amarrada a uma árvore como figueira, corticeira ou ipê. Para estimular a formação de botões florais, a planta necessita de um periodo frio, de duas a três semanas,com temperatura abaixo de 15 graus à noite.&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/3182952835059717349-6355569444706023674?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/6355569444706023674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/04/cattleya-intermedia.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/6355569444706023674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/6355569444706023674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/04/cattleya-intermedia.html' title='CATTLEYA INTERMEDIA'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S8Cnz1sRQxI/AAAAAAAAAMg/J8C9cyb6hxE/s72-c/Cattleya+intermedia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-6140433194244234001</id><published>2010-04-01T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T05:27:27.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FELIZ PÁSCOA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S7SP6IjZ2MI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJrx6kF1a9c/s1600/As+preferidas+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455143277543676098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S7SP6IjZ2MI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJrx6kF1a9c/s400/As+preferidas+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Com esta linda orquídea, quero desejar a todos uma feliz páscoa, e um grande abraço a todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-6140433194244234001?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/6140433194244234001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/04/feliz-pascoa.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/6140433194244234001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/6140433194244234001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/04/feliz-pascoa.html' title='FELIZ PÁSCOA'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S7SP6IjZ2MI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gJrx6kF1a9c/s72-c/As+preferidas+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-1960959903961618204</id><published>2010-03-30T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T10:55:45.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DICAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S7Iu7QtWQyI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6P4RcjT_8v8/s1600/Cattleya+49+Walkeriana+710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454473694331421474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S7Iu7QtWQyI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6P4RcjT_8v8/s400/Cattleya+49+Walkeriana+710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;710 Cattleya (walkeriana "coerulia" x aclandiae)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;PRAGAS e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;DOENÇAS   &lt;/span&gt; Pragas: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Lesma, Caracois e Tatuzinho. Eles comem os brotos novos, botões e raizes. Outras pragas que podem surgir são: Pulgoes, Cochinilhas, trips, bezourinho negro, Percevejo e vespinha das orquideas. Os inseticidas devem ser aplicados apenas quando se percebe a presença da praga. Duas a tres aplicações, espaçada de 8 dias, devem controlar bem o problema.  Um inseticida caseiro;  &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Calda de Fumo, para pulgões&lt;/span&gt; O fumo picado (20 gr de fumo para 1 litro de água) deve ser imerso em água por 24 horas e pulverizado logo após o preparo.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Doenças:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; As doenças que mais ocorre são causadas por fungos, como a antrocnose, a ferrugem e a podridão dos pseudo-bulbos, para o controle das doenças fungicas deve-se utilizar 3 fungicidas diferentes, em aplicação preventivas alternadas mensais, sendo um deles sistêmico. São encontrado no mercado.  As doenças causadas por bactérias podem vir com os substratos são de controle dificil, feito com o corte e queima de folhas e bulbos doentes, troca de vasos e substrato. As causadas por virus não possuem tratamento e são transmitidas por pulgoes, trip tesoura não desinfectadas.&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/3182952835059717349-1960959903961618204?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/1960959903961618204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/03/dicas_30.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/1960959903961618204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/1960959903961618204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/03/dicas_30.html' title='DICAS'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S7Iu7QtWQyI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6P4RcjT_8v8/s72-c/Cattleya+49+Walkeriana+710.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-9171466224756594653</id><published>2010-03-17T09:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T10:46:31.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DICAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S6EIwUHMAwI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Bfm0NZAIDfA/s1600-h/Ascocenda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449646650220610306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S6EIwUHMAwI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Bfm0NZAIDfA/s400/Ascocenda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ESTA É UMA ASCOCENDA: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Passo agora algumas dicas sobre &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Regas&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Adubação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Regas:&lt;/span&gt; A rega é uma operação bastante delicada, aqual devemos observar. As orquideas necessitam de muita água no periodo de crescimento, mas os substrato nunca devem ficar ensopados. Como regra basica, só regue a orquidea quando o substrato estiver seco. Uma boa norma é tocar a superficie do substrato, afundando um pouco o dedo entre as fibras, para sentir se há necessidade de regas.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Adubação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Devemos conhecer alguns fatos para ter um bom plano de adubação, relativos aos fertilizantes e observar o ciclo de desenvolvimento das orquideas, devendo ser usados em proporções (formulações) diferentes, de acordo com a fase em que a planta se encontra. Os elementos são dividido em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Macronutrientes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;formado por Nitrogênio (n), Fosforo (p), Potácio (k) Calcio (Ca), Magnésio (Mg) e Enxofre(s) e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; Micronutrientes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sendo os mais importantes o Ferro (Fe), Boro (B), Cobre (Cu), Molibdenio (Mo), Zinco (Zn), Manganês (Mn). O Nitrogênio, Fosforo e Potácio são utilizados em maiores quantidades. O &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nitrogênio&lt;/span&gt; é responsável pelo crescimento. O &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;fosforo&lt;/span&gt; é essencial a floração e raizes. O &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Potácio&lt;/span&gt; melhora a cor e a produção de flores. O restante dos &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Macroelementos&lt;/span&gt; e os &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Micronutrientes&lt;/span&gt; são indispensavel no entanto em menor proporções.&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/3182952835059717349-9171466224756594653?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/9171466224756594653/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/03/dicas_17.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/9171466224756594653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/9171466224756594653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/03/dicas_17.html' title='DICAS'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S6EIwUHMAwI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Bfm0NZAIDfA/s72-c/Ascocenda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-1610790118714744366</id><published>2010-03-09T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T09:30:59.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DICAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S5Z5vfI6LlI/AAAAAAAAALg/aTiaOJMWUSw/s1600-h/C+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446674656070872658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S5Z5vfI6LlI/AAAAAAAAALg/aTiaOJMWUSw/s400/C+14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;CATTLEYA&lt;/span&gt; Esta foi presente. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;PREPARO DO VASO e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;PLANTIO:&lt;/span&gt; Após a escolha do vaso, passa-se agora ao seu preparo. No processo que será relatado a seguir será usado, como recipiente para plantio, um vaso de barro e como substrato, o xaxim. No entanto, a maior parte das etapas poderão ser seguidas sem nenhum problema para outro tipo de substrato. Coloque no fundo, caco de telha ou mesmo de vasos quebrados, na proporção de 1/3 do volume total do vaso, objetivando a drenagem perfeita. Como estes materiais são porosos, além de ajudarem na drenagem, conseguem reter um pouco de umidade. Pode-se também, junto com os cacos, colocar pedaços de carvão vegetal, os quais também ajudam na aeração. Os vasos e cacos de telha devem estar bem lavados, livres de terra e restos de xaxim velho, pois poderão acarretar doenças às plantas. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;PLANTIO:&lt;/span&gt; A melhor época para o plantio ocorre logo após o florescimento e repouso vegetativo, quando surgem novos brotos. Uma muda deve ter no minimo trés pseudo-bulbos, com folhas sadias, para que floreça dentro de um ano. No plantio a muda devem ficar bem firme no substrato para enraizar bem e rapidamente. Dê preferencia a vasos novos para o plantio e quando aproveitar os já usados lave-os bem. As raizes da parte de tráz das mudas são aparadas rente ao rizoma, principalmente as danificadas ou secas. Envolva todas as raizes com o xaxim e encaixe a planta no vaso, tomando o cuidado de que a parte traseira do rizoma esteja estar encostado na borda do vaso, deixando um espaço à frente para que ocorra um livre crescimento da planta. Complete os espaços vazios com xaxim, calcando levemente. Tome cuidado para que as raizes novas não se quebrem. Elas são as responsáveis pala nova fixação da planta. É importante salientar que o rizoma não deverá ser coberto pelo substrato e sim ficar sobre ele. Instalada a planta nada mais resta senão est&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S5aE8CUhoCI/AAAAAAAAALo/ZaIkILVexKw/s1600-h/DigitalizarPlanta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446686966301171746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S5aE8CUhoCI/AAAAAAAAALo/ZaIkILVexKw/s400/DigitalizarPlanta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aqueá-la com uma ripa de bambu mantendo-a firme até o &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;seu&lt;/span&gt; pegamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-1610790118714744366?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/1610790118714744366/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/03/dicas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/1610790118714744366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/1610790118714744366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/03/dicas.html' title='DICAS'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S5Z5vfI6LlI/AAAAAAAAALg/aTiaOJMWUSw/s72-c/C+14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-8586373037505553366</id><published>2010-02-27T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T09:33:37.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DICAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S4qm9K56-jI/AAAAAAAAALA/dRwDv7-Lvhk/s1600-h/Cattleya+intermedia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443346669460191794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S4qm9K56-jI/AAAAAAAAALA/dRwDv7-Lvhk/s400/Cattleya+intermedia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Esta é uma &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cattleya Intermedia&lt;/span&gt; (seme alba x orlata).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;SUBSTRATO&lt;/span&gt; A mais de um século, os orquidófilos brasileiros vinham usando como substrato principal para o cultivo, o xaxim (Dicksonia sellowiana) por ser de fácil coleta deste material, no seu habitat (mata de SC principalmente). Neste processo extrativo, o xaxim encontra-se em vias de extinção, sendo necessário a procura por outras opções como: A piaçava extraida da axila das folhas das palmeiras. É um tipo de substrato que necessita de regas mais frequente. Outros substratos como, casca de pinus, brita de menor tamanho, cinasita ( argila expandida), pedacinhos de madeira, casca de arros carbonizada, carvão vegetal e outros.&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; REGAS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; Como regra geral, deve-se fazer uma rega intensa, esperar que o substrato seque, para depois repetir a operação. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; No periodo de inverno, as regas devem ser feita mais espaçadas, e de preferência, até as 10 horas da manhã, para que no final do dia, o substrato esteja seco. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; No periodo quente ( secos) as regas deverão ser constante, não deixando que ocorra a desidratação, e as regas deverão ser feita no fim da tarde, para um melhor aproveitamento da àgua. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;LUMINOSIDADE&lt;/span&gt; É comum encontrarmos plantas amareladas, brotos endurecidos e com o crescimento paralisado, tambeé folhas com queimaduras ( uma porta aberta para a entrada de fungos e bactérias), sendo estes, sintomas de luminosidade em excesso. Em contrapartida, plantas com coloração verde-escuro, flácidas, com grande crescimento e ausência de flores, são caracteristicas tipicas de local muito sombreado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-8586373037505553366?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/8586373037505553366/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/02/dicas_27.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/8586373037505553366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/8586373037505553366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/02/dicas_27.html' title='DICAS'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S4qm9K56-jI/AAAAAAAAALA/dRwDv7-Lvhk/s72-c/Cattleya+intermedia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-7331720726468073798</id><published>2010-02-20T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T14:45:23.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DICAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Antes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S3_plAGU6qI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ONrNwYDiT5I/s1600-h/1291+Catleia+Bicolor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440323696777816738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S3_plAGU6qI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ONrNwYDiT5I/s400/1291+Catleia+Bicolor.jpg" 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;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Antes de continuar com as dicas quero que vejam mais esta linda orquidea, é uma&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; CATTLEYA BICOLOR&lt;/span&gt;. Quando a comprei ela tinha uma florecência identica a esta, mas só tinha 25 centímetro de altura, hoje ela mede um metro e 30 centímetro, pois a cada brito que solta é sempre mais alto e só brota uma vez por ano. Bem vejamos agora, quanto ao hábito de crécímento das orquideas. As plantas podem serclassificadas em: &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;MONOPODIAL:&lt;/span&gt; crescem em um único sentido (vertical); &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;2) SIMPODIAL&lt;/span&gt;:crescem em dois sentidos, sendo que o vertical é limitado pelos pseudobulbos e o horizontal tem crescimento indeterminado atravéz do &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;RIZOMA&lt;/span&gt; (caule). Os pseudobulbos são originados a partir de gemas situadas no &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;RIZOMA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S3_vPCjeQnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/26VRm1D2Jjk/s1600-h/Blog+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440329916549579378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S3_vPCjeQnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/26VRm1D2Jjk/s400/Blog+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As orquideas estão enquadradas em &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ESPÉCIES &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;HIBRIDOS&lt;/span&gt; (podendo ser natural ou artifíciais). Espécies são plantas nativas. O hibrido natural é o resultado do cruzamento de duas plantas, realizado por agentes polonizadores (insetos ou aves). Deve-se considerar ainda que esse cruzamento ocorre na natureza ou seja as plantas cruzadas encontram-se em seu habitat natural. Por fim, o hibrido artifícial é realizado por um orquidófilo, o qual, certamente, possui algum objetivo em mente. OBS: As duas únicas maneira de se obter plantas idênticas é através da divisão de plantas ou então com a clonagem. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;RECIPIENTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S3_5bdbxIxI/AAAAAAAAAKw/DEWx80cQHFM/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+(2)+de+Digitalizar0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440341125039727378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S3_5bdbxIxI/AAAAAAAAAKw/DEWx80cQHFM/s400/C%C3%B3pia+(2)+de+Digitalizar0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1)Vaso de Barro. 2)Cachepô: destinado a planta do gênero &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;VANDA&lt;/span&gt;, sem necessidade de qualquer substrato, ou gênero que apresentem floração pendente como &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;CATASETUM&lt;/span&gt; entre outros.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S3_7r5OWTbI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Qg-KRWC1Aec/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+Digitalizar0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440343606400798130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S3_7r5OWTbI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Qg-KRWC1Aec/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+Digitalizar0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vaso plasticos, são pouco recomendados, pois retém muita umidade. Porem cabe a você, a escolha do recepiente que mais lhe convenha e agrade.&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/3182952835059717349-7331720726468073798?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/7331720726468073798/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/02/dicas_20.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/7331720726468073798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/7331720726468073798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/02/dicas_20.html' title='DICAS'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S3_plAGU6qI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ONrNwYDiT5I/s72-c/1291+Catleia+Bicolor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-3051097249395007046</id><published>2010-02-03T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T10:04:09.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DICAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S2l9W76m0lI/AAAAAAAAAJg/SZl2_h1DCZU/s1600-h/BLC+87+aranda+orquidea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434012258393313874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S2l9W76m0lI/AAAAAAAAAJg/SZl2_h1DCZU/s400/BLC+87+aranda+orquidea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Magnífica! Vocês não acham? Hum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;É uma, BLC (C. LITTLE Miss Charming “Pink Ruffles” x BLc chinese Bronze). Comprei do Orquidário Aranda Orquideas, no mês de novembro de 2002.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Bem quero começar dizendo, para quem pensa que orquídea é planta parasita, por normalmente elas se sobre sair muito bem em galhos de arvore, elas não depende da seiva para sobreviver. Portanto, parasita é aquela que depende de outra para sobreviver sugando a seiva da hospedeira levando até a morte (exp: cipó-chumbo, erva de passarinho).&lt;br /&gt;No entanto não é raro encontrarmos orquídeas vegetando perfeitamente sobre galhos secos ou pedras, podendo-se afirmar com isso que as mesmas não são parasitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As orquídeas são divididas em três grupos:&lt;br /&gt;v Epífitas: as que vivem sobre as árvores&lt;br /&gt;v Rupículas: vivem sobre rochas&lt;br /&gt;v Terrestres: crescem sobre o solo.&lt;br /&gt;As espécies epífitas formam raízes aéreas, funcionam como reservatório de água, por ser coberta por um tecido esponjoso chamado &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;VELAME,&lt;/span&gt; e alem de absorverem nutrientes, fixam a planta.&lt;br /&gt;A flor possui três sépalas e três pétalas, sendo que uma delas é diferenciada em forma e cor, chamado&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; LABELO&lt;/span&gt;, tendo como função atrair agentes poliniza dores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S2mGsJhQCrI/AAAAAAAAAJw/03DQLq4svBI/s1600-h/Digitalizar0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434022518426962610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S2mGsJhQCrI/AAAAAAAAAJw/03DQLq4svBI/s400/Digitalizar0002.jpg" 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;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;COLUNA&lt;/span&gt; é o órgão sexual da planta. A &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;ANTERA&lt;/span&gt; fica na pontinha da &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;COLUNA&lt;/span&gt; é onde contem os ´grãos de pólem, ficam agrupados em uma massa chamada &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;POLÌNIA&lt;/span&gt;. Que podem ter 2 a 8, e é de grande importâcia na identificação de alguns gêneros. Como a Cattleya e Laelia, a Cattleya possui 4 polínia e a Laelia, 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Com um palito de fósforo é pocivel, chegando bem de leve voce consegue verificar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;O &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;ESTÌGMA&lt;/span&gt; é onde é depositado as &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;POLÌNIAS&lt;/span&gt; durante a polinização. O &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;OVÁRIO&lt;/span&gt; é o fruto ou &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;CÁPSULA,&lt;/span&gt; onde ficam as sementes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S2xaxueIh2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NPKz6IsEjEo/s1600-h/Blog+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434818660663854946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S2xaxueIh2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NPKz6IsEjEo/s400/Blog+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&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/3182952835059717349-3051097249395007046?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/3051097249395007046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/02/dicas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/3051097249395007046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/3051097249395007046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/02/dicas.html' title='DICAS'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S2l9W76m0lI/AAAAAAAAAJg/SZl2_h1DCZU/s72-c/BLC+87+aranda+orquidea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-3567486454922210618</id><published>2010-01-27T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T07:16:08.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S2BU1aqLFyI/AAAAAAAAAJA/xTl6AdxJr5k/s1600-h/beija+flor+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431434427274827554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 403px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S2BU1aqLFyI/AAAAAAAAAJA/xTl6AdxJr5k/s400/beija+flor+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Bem, esta foto é simplesmente para mostrar aos meus leitores o quanto eu amo tudo que tem vida. Em breve e aos pouco vou colocar algumas orquídeas, e dar algumas dicas, as poucas que eu sei tenho o maior prazer em passa pra frente. &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/3182952835059717349-3567486454922210618?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/3567486454922210618/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_27.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/3567486454922210618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/3567486454922210618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S2BU1aqLFyI/AAAAAAAAAJA/xTl6AdxJr5k/s72-c/beija+flor+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-6821978324706195895</id><published>2010-01-16T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T09:01:39.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIXÃO DO MUNDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S1HMoOoO85I/AAAAAAAAAIw/aKgH1IjUtWw/s1600-h/o+lixo+do+pac%C3%ADfico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427344017451840402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S1HMoOoO85I/AAAAAAAAAIw/aKgH1IjUtWw/s400/o+lixo+do+pac%C3%ADfico.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;2010&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ja começa caminha, devemos por os pés no chão e começar cuidando do nosso planeta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(mar, terra e espaço). Cada um fazendo sua parte podemos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;O Lixão do Pacífico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O navegador Charles Morre, quando viajava pelo Oceano Pacífico, no ano de 1997, nas proximidades do Havai e o litoral da Califórnia, decidiu arriscar uma rota, e se deparou com uma área com acúmulo de entulhos, o navegador foi o primeiro a encontrar este local, batizado de "O lixão do Pacífico".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ele começou suas pesquisas no local e percebeu que o ecossistema não era o mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Os entulhos de plásticos e objetos vão parar neste lugar por uma razão simples: tudo começa no ar, conhecido como o "giro pacífico norte", que se aquece no Equador, e começa a descer em espiral, criando uma estabilidade como um redemoinho que gira lentamente fazendo que os entulhos não saem deste local, acumulando tudo que se possa imaginar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Na região se encontram toneladas de lixo flutuando, parte dos dejetos que incluem isqueiros, caiaques, patos de borracha, canetas, canos, sacos de lixo, e todo tipo de dejetos que se possa imaginar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jogados por plataformas de petróleo e também embarcações que passam pela localidade ou pelo continente, na maioria das vezes vindas do Oriente e dos Estados Unidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O ecossistema no local antes era equilibrado, se alimentavam com o que encontravam em sua volta. Agora não é diferente, tentam se alimentar dos entulhos, um lixo altamente tóxico que não se deteriora na água.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estes fatores poluentes estão sendo ingeridos por~´aguas - vivas, peixes e crustáceos e que futuramente serão ingeridos por humanos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Lixo Atômico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lixo atômico é o termo popular para designar o "lixo radioativo", gerado nos reatores nucleares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Durante o funcionamento de um reator nuclear, isótopos radiativos extremamente perigosos como césio, iodo, plutônio entre outros são criados. Rejeitos radiativos que não podem ser reutilizados e que contém elementos radioativos, ou seja, não pode ser tratado como lixo comum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Um dos grandes problemas ambientais deste lixo é onde deposita-lo, já que a radiatividade desses dejeitos se prolonga por milhares de anos e é extremamente nociva aos seres vivos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Geralmente o lixo é colocado em grossas caixas de concreto e jogado no mar, porém é impossível garantir que as proteções aos conteudos não venha a se detereorar com o tempo, gerando grande preocupação em releção as gerações futuras e a vida na Terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No Brasil, ainda não há um lugar escolhido para o depósito definitivo para lixo nuclear, produzido nas usinas de Angra 1 e 2, ficando o lixo em depósitos intermediários. Eles são selecionados em barris, guardados na usina e depois levados para um dos quatro depósitos existentes á 2 quilómetros de Angra. São vedados com concreto e resinas isolantes, para garantir nivel zero de radiação&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lixo do Espaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; lixo espacial são objetos criados pelos humanos, que se encontram em óbita ao redor da terra e que não desempenham mais nenhuma função útil, como as diversas partes de dejetos que são descartados quando do lançamento de naves espaciais. Tanto podem ser peças pequenas, como ferramentas ou até uma das luvas perdida pelo astronalta Nei Armstrong, na missão Gemini Vlll em 1966.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Também são deixados partes dos foguetes e satélites desativados, que congestionam o espaço ao redor da Terra e podem causar riscos de acidentes em óbita. Também podem entrar na atmosfera terreste; como ocorreu no dia 10 de fevereiro de 2009, quando um satélite russo desativado, chocou-se contra um satélite privado de comunicações 'a 780 km de altitudesobre a Sibéria, gerando uma nuvem de escombros, sendo esta a primeira colisão registrada entre satélites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estudos feitos pela&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NASA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt; Agência Espacial Norte Americana), calculam que existem por volta de 3,5 milhões de residuos metalicos, em tamanhos inferiores a um centímetro ao redor de nosso planeta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O número de destroços aumentam a cada ano que passa, sendo esta a grande preocupação dos pesquisadores. Daqui a 20 anos não será mais possivel realizar novas operções em órbita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fazer a diferensa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Este testo foi tirado do &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;AlMANAQUE SADOL 2010&lt;/span&gt;, se for proibido me avise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-6821978324706195895?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/6821978324706195895/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/01/lixao-do-mundo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/6821978324706195895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/6821978324706195895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/01/lixao-do-mundo.html' title='LIXÃO DO MUNDO'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S1HMoOoO85I/AAAAAAAAAIw/aKgH1IjUtWw/s72-c/o+lixo+do+pac%C3%ADfico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-3755076025416984910</id><published>2010-01-06T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T04:20:32.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ORQUIDEA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S0R8hDKGiTI/AAAAAAAAAH4/UbUYwfwAmnU/s1600-h/foto3+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423596758486124850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S0R8hDKGiTI/AAAAAAAAAH4/UbUYwfwAmnU/s400/foto3+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Uma omenagem ao sr Jose Antonio Almeida, e a todos amante das orquides. Esta é uma das minha preferida, este ano floriu um pouco melhor&lt;/span&gt;&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/3182952835059717349-3755076025416984910?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/3755076025416984910/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/01/orquidea.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/3755076025416984910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/3755076025416984910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2010/01/orquidea.html' title='ORQUIDEA'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/S0R8hDKGiTI/AAAAAAAAAH4/UbUYwfwAmnU/s72-c/foto3+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-7613198832258803208</id><published>2009-12-28T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T10:48:25.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passagem de Ano Novo do Rio de Janeiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/SziWQeHJVsI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QnweBAnhEdY/s1600-h/passagem-de-ano-rio-de-janeiro%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420247361245501122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 669px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 430px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/SziWQeHJVsI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QnweBAnhEdY/s400/passagem-de-ano-rio-de-janeiro%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Os fogos anunciam a chegada do &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ANO NOVO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;É hora de realizar seus sonhos não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;realizados e acreditar que irá concretiza-los.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Aprender com os erros do ano que termina e brindar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;o ano que chega com um sorriso. Correr ao encontro do amor não perdido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ou surpreender mais uma vez o amor ja conquistado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Desejo que o proximo ano seja repleto de &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Amor, Paz, Saude e Prosperidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;FELIZ ANO NOVO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-7613198832258803208?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/7613198832258803208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2009/12/passagem-de-ano-novo-do-rio-de-janeiro.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/7613198832258803208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/7613198832258803208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2009/12/passagem-de-ano-novo-do-rio-de-janeiro.html' title='Passagem de Ano Novo do Rio de Janeiro'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/SziWQeHJVsI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QnweBAnhEdY/s72-c/passagem-de-ano-rio-de-janeiro%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-6149091516366750649</id><published>2009-12-12T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T06:57:09.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FELIZ NATAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/SyOiAFnszjI/AAAAAAAAAEc/M4Osa8Atqq4/s1600-h/03thumb%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414349299421859378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 522px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/SyOiAFnszjI/AAAAAAAAAEc/M4Osa8Atqq4/s320/03thumb%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mais uma vez estamos vivendo o clima... o ambiente... os sentimentos... e as emoções de uma grande festa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Faltam apenas alguns dias para o Natal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;As luzes da cidade ja estâo acesas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A natureza se veste de gala, ostentando luzes e cores diversas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;É o menino Jesus que vem ao nosso encontro procurando, outra vez, um lugar para nascer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Vamos abrir espaços em nossos corações e deixemos que o Menino Deus faça dele a sua morada e realize em nossas vidas seu plano da amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Para que, assim, o verdadeiro sentimento o Natal não se perca nas trocas de presentes e algumas palavras frias e sem sentidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aproveito este clima de festa para desejar a você. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;UM NATAL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cheio de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;AMOR... E DE PERDÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;AMOR, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;porque é no amor que encontramos o verdadeiro sentido da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;PERDÃO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; porque é através do perdão que damos ao amor o sentido mais pleno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mas sobretudo, desejo que, quando todos se reunem para celebrar o nascimento de Cristo, você receba do céu todas as bençãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E que estas bençãos se estendam a sua familia, pois só a familia é o simbolo de um Natal Feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Desejo a você uma semana cheia de benção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E envio-lhe um abraço de verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;        Feliz Natal a todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-6149091516366750649?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/6149091516366750649/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_12.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/6149091516366750649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/6149091516366750649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_12.html' title='FELIZ NATAL'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/SyOiAFnszjI/AAAAAAAAAEc/M4Osa8Atqq4/s72-c/03thumb%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-3423642758130425465</id><published>2009-12-08T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:00:57.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sx7VCAiwpqI/AAAAAAAAADk/v2e0BA3tUbE/s1600-h/mulher-3%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412998032628164258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sx7VCAiwpqI/AAAAAAAAADk/v2e0BA3tUbE/s320/mulher-3%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;No pricipio era Eva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Criada para a felicidade de Adão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Mais tarde foi Maria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Dando à luz aquele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Que traria a salvação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Mas isso não bastaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Para eu encontrar perdão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Passei a ser Amelia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;A mulher de verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Para a sociedade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Não tinha a menor vaidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Mas sonhava com igualdade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Muito tempo depois decidi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Não da mais;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Quero minha dignidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Tenho meus ideais;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Hoje não sou só esposa ou filha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sou pai, mãe, arrimo de familha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sou caminhoneira, taxista,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Piloto de avião, policial feminina...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ao mundo peço licença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Para atuar onde quiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Meu sobrenome é COMPETENCIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;E meu nome é MULHER...!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-3423642758130425465?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/3423642758130425465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2009/12/mulher.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/3423642758130425465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/3423642758130425465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2009/12/mulher.html' title='Mulher'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sx7VCAiwpqI/AAAAAAAAADk/v2e0BA3tUbE/s72-c/mulher-3%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-1037047147415737771</id><published>2009-12-04T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T09:13:00.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A PÁTRIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;Um célebre poeta polaco, descrevendo em magnificos versos uma floresta do seu pais, imaginou que as aves e os animais ali nascidos, se por acaso longe se achavam, quendo sentiam aproximar-se a hora da sua morte, voavam ou corriam e vinham todos expirar à sombra das árvores do bosque imenso onde tinham nascido. O amor da pátria não pode ser explicado por mais bela e delicada imagem. Coração sem amor é um campo àrido, quase sempre, ou sempre, cheio de Espinhos e sem uma unica flor que nele se abra e amenize. Havieria somente um homem em quem palpitasse coração tão seco, tão enregelado e sem vida de Sentimentos: o homemque não amasse o lugar de seu nascimento. Depois dos pais, que recebem nosso primeiro grito, o solo pátrio recebe os nossos primeiros passos; é um duplo receber, que é duplo dar. As grandes e generosas dilatam o horizonte da pátria; a religião, a lingua, os costumes, as leis, o governo, as aspirações fazem de uma nação uma grande familia, e de um pais imenso a pátria de cada membro dessa familia. Mas, deixem-me dizer assim, a grande não pode fazer olvidar a pequenq pátria; dessa a´rvore que se chama nação, o pais, não há quem não sinta que a rais é a familia e o berço a pátria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;       ( Joaquim Manoel Macedo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-1037047147415737771?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/1037047147415737771/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2009/12/patria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/1037047147415737771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/1037047147415737771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2009/12/patria.html' title='A PÁTRIA'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-1493744691296578558</id><published>2009-12-04T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T08:10:49.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://openphoto.net//volumes/aptec/20071210/openphotonet_Tsukuba_fall1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 787px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1049px" alt="" src="http://openphoto.net//volumes/aptec/20071210/openphotonet_Tsukuba_fall1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-1493744691296578558?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/1493744691296578558/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/1493744691296578558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/1493744691296578558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182952835059717349.post-8150068236347165299</id><published>2009-11-30T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T10:02:59.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Borboleta Preta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/SxP_9kI62fI/AAAAAAAAADU/vF9TGoe-Fdo/s1600/Borboleta.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409949010540288498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/SxP_9kI62fI/AAAAAAAAADU/vF9TGoe-Fdo/s320/Borboleta.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/SxP9MSk4acI/AAAAAAAAADM/Qvt6Cy5EEdg/s1600/C%C3%B3pia+de+C%C3%B3pia+de+IMGP8383%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409945964988885442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 7px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 6px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/SxP9MSk4acI/AAAAAAAAADM/Qvt6Cy5EEdg/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+C%C3%B3pia+de+IMGP8383%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;A borboleta, depois de esvoaçar muito em torno de mim, pouso-me na testa. Sacudi-a, ela foi pousar na vidraça; e, porque eu a sacudisse de novo, saiu dali e veio parar em cima de um velho retrato de meu pai. Era negra como a noite. O gesto brando com que, uma vez posta, começou a mover as asas, tinha um certo ar escarninho, que me aborreceu muito. Dei de ombros, sai do quarto; mas tornando lá, minutos depois, e achando - a  ainda no mesmo lugar, senti um repelão dos nervos, lancei a mão de uma toalha, bati - lhe e ela caiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;    Não caiu morta, ainda torcia o corpo e movia as farpinhas da cabeça. Apiei - me; tomei - a na palma da mão e fui depo - la no peitoril da janela. Era tarde; a infeliz expirou dentro de alguns segundos. Fiquei um pouco aborrecido, incomodado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;      - Tambem por que diabo não era ela azul? disse comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;    E esta reflexão - uma das mais profunda que se tem feito, desde a invenção das borboletas - me consolou do maléfico, e me reconciliou comigo meso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    ( Machado de Assis. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182952835059717349-8150068236347165299?l=w-entrevidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/8150068236347165299/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2009/11/borboleta-preta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/8150068236347165299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182952835059717349/posts/default/8150068236347165299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-entrevidas.blogspot.com/2009/11/borboleta-preta.html' title='A Borboleta Preta'/><author><name>Entrevidas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636169750392159427</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/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/Sy_9Z2ch9DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o2QovZa-7ac/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Amelia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z3Fb2CYrcqg/SxP_9kI62fI/AAAAAAAAADU/vF9TGoe-Fdo/s72-c/Borboleta.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
