<?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-4944227167931090280</id><updated>2011-08-25T09:35:04.087-03:00</updated><category term='Poesias-Reflexão'/><category term='Textos'/><category term='Momento Espírita'/><category term='Reflexão'/><category term='Música'/><category term='Séries'/><category term='Poemas e Textos (Góticos)'/><category term='Poemas (Góticos)'/><category term='Homenagem'/><category term='Eu (desabafos)'/><category term='Aniversários'/><category term='Comemorações'/><category term='Dieta'/><title type='text'>ಃಃಃಃ :::: De cabeça pra baixo :::: ಃಃಃಃ</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>435</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-715478314779502712</id><published>2010-09-22T19:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T19:24:01.078-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="GLPKSKPOC ugc"&gt;"A beleza de um jardim não depende&lt;br /&gt;do tamanho das flores, mas da&lt;br /&gt;variedade de seu colorido;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, a felicidade não depende de&lt;br /&gt;grandes alegrias, mas da&lt;br /&gt;variedade de muitos e pequenos&lt;br /&gt;momentos felizes que&lt;br /&gt;colhemos ao longo da vida".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_uj_JiO7WntI/SpfUWNRs5xI/AAAAAAAAFiQ/4nAhdbhcIQQ/s1600/caminho_de_arvores_ruthhelena.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_uj_JiO7WntI/SpfUWNRs5xI/AAAAAAAAFiQ/4nAhdbhcIQQ/s400/caminho_de_arvores_ruthhelena.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; 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font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y0aIadKhVRo/TD0ZS4iuTUI/AAAAAAAACD0/O4GKWoyXYEg/s1600/arrogante.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y0aIadKhVRo/TD0ZS4iuTUI/AAAAAAAACD0/O4GKWoyXYEg/s320/arrogante.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Defeitos, quem não  os tem? Há os avarentos, os mal-humorados, os&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;fofoqueiros,   os mentirosos, os chatos. Não os expulsamos a pontapés do universo   porque todos nós, com maior ou menor frequência, um dia também já fomos   pão-duros, já passamos uma maledicência adiante e já torramos a   paciência alheia. É preciso ser tolerante com os outros se queremos que   sejam conosco, não é o que dizem? Então, ok, aceita-se as falhas do   vizinho. Mas arrogância não tem perdão.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;E  os  arrogantes não são poucos. Façamos aqui um retrato falado: são  aqueles  que andam de nariz em pé, certos de que são o último copo  d´água do  deserto. Aqueles que são grosseiros com subalternos, que  empolgam-se ao  falar de atributos que imaginam ser exclusivos deles, os  que furam a  fila do restaurante e tomam como ofensa pessoal caso sejam  instalados  numa mesa mal localizada. São os que ostentam, que dão  carteiraço e que  sentem um prazer mórbido em humilhar aqueles que sabem  menos – ou que  podem menos. São os preconceituosos e os que olham o  mundo de cima pra  baixo. Será que eles acreditam que são assim tão  superiores? Lógico que  não, e isso é que é patético. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Os   arrogantes são os primeiros a reconhecer sua própria mediocridade, e é   por isso que precisam levantar a voz e se auto-promover  constantemente.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Eles não toleram a porção de fragilidade  que coube a  todos nós, seres humanos, e não se acostumam com a idéia de  que são  exatamente iguais aos aos seus semelhantes, sejam estes  garçons,  porteiros da boate ou executivos de multinacionais. Dão a  maior bandeira  da sua insegurança. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;O   arrogante acredita que todos estão a falar (mal) dele, lê entrelinhas   que não existem, escuta seu nome mesmo quando não foi pronunciado, e ao   descobrir que não é mesmo dele que estão falando, aí é que morre de   desgosto.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Todo arrogante traz um complexo de  inferioridade que salta aos olhos.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Sempre  tive  um pouco de pena deles pelo papelão que desempenham em público.  Dizem  que Naomi Campbell entra nas melhores butiques brasileiras,  escolhe  algumas roupas e sai sem pagar, acreditando estar enaltecendo a  loja com  sua simples presença no estabelecimento. É uma&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;arrogante  folclórica e inofensiva. Atentos devemos ficar aos arrogantes armados:  os que&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;invadem  países, os que destróem quem  atravessa seu caminho. O caso do juíz  cearense é típico: quis entrar num  supermercado que já havia fechado e o  vigia teve a petulância de tentar  impedir. Levou um tiro, claro. Que o  juíz alega ser acidental, sem  explicar a razão de, depois de disparar,  não ter nem ao menos olhado pro  cadáver e ter ido direto às gôndolas  atrás do que queria comprar:  cerveja, gilete, sorvete, sabe-se lá o que  lhe era tão urgente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Repare  bem: quase todos os atos de violência são protagonizados por um  arrogante que entra em pânico com a palavra não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-7522575362282133600?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/7522575362282133600/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/08/arrogancia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/7522575362282133600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/7522575362282133600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/08/arrogancia.html' title='Arrogância...'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y0aIadKhVRo/TD0ZS4iuTUI/AAAAAAAACD0/O4GKWoyXYEg/s72-c/arrogante.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-8854120728901213025</id><published>2010-07-12T01:10:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T01:11:19.671-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Eu acredito que tudo acontece&amp;nbsp;por uma  razão. As&amp;nbsp;pessoas mudam para que aprendas a&amp;nbsp;deixá-las, as coisas correm  mal&amp;nbsp;para que possas aprecia-las quando estão bem, acreditas em mentiras  para que&amp;nbsp;aprendas que não podes confiar em ninguém&amp;nbsp;exceto em ti  próprio&amp;nbsp;e, ás vezes, as coisas boas desaparecem&amp;nbsp;para que coisas&amp;nbsp;melhores  venham.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Marilyn Monroe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/4944227167931090280-8854120728901213025?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/8854120728901213025/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/07/eu-acredito-que-tudo-acontece-uma-razao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/8854120728901213025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/8854120728901213025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/07/eu-acredito-que-tudo-acontece-uma-razao.html' title=''/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-127104190900518617</id><published>2010-06-29T23:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T23:12:21.967-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pessoas insuportáveis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="snap_preview" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pelegrino.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/mimados.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="177" src="http://pelegrino.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/mimados.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A vida já não é fácil para todos nós. Todos temos problemas, contas,  chateações, tpm’s e aborrecimentos bancários ou seja lá o que for que  preocupe cada um de nós, humanos. Mas não. Não basta. Mala sem alça é  pouco. Carrapato sanguessuga talvez seja mais apropriado. Não basta  grudar: tem que usurpar toda a sua energia, tem que lhe causar uma  irritação – mínima que seja, tem que destruir seus estoques de  serotonina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gente assim vive só. E reclama muito. E faz-se de vítima. E  arquiteta, de todas as maneiras possíveis, formas de fazer você se  sentir culpada pelas suas dores. Sai pra lá. Que nessa eu não caio. Mas  que me aborrece, ah, isso me aborrece &lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;mesmo&lt;/b&gt;. E muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;=s &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/4944227167931090280-127104190900518617?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/127104190900518617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/06/pessoas-insuportaveis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/127104190900518617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/127104190900518617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/06/pessoas-insuportaveis.html' title='Pessoas insuportáveis'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-4338375369831367680</id><published>2010-06-19T00:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T00:50:35.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tradução</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Clocks - Coldplay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As luzes se apagam e eu não posso ser salvo &lt;br /&gt;Ondas contra as quais eu tentei nadar &lt;br /&gt;Jogaram-me ao chão, deixando-me de joelhos &lt;br /&gt;Oh, eu imploro, eu imploro e suplico, cantando &lt;br /&gt;Revele coisas não ditas &lt;br /&gt;Atire uma maçã em cima de minha cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Um problema que não pode ser nomeado&lt;br /&gt;Um tigre está esperando para ser domado, cantando &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você é&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusão que não acaba &lt;br /&gt;As paredes que se fecham e os relógios que fazem barulhos&lt;br /&gt;Vou voltar e te levar para casa &lt;br /&gt;Eu não poderia parar agora que você sabe cantar &lt;br /&gt;Apareça sobre meus mares, &lt;br /&gt;Malditas oportunidades perdidas &lt;br /&gt;Sou uma parte da cura ou da doença? &lt;br /&gt;Cantando &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você é, você é, você é, você é&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&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/4944227167931090280-4338375369831367680?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/4338375369831367680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/06/clocks-coldplay-as-luzes-se-apagam-e-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/4338375369831367680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/4338375369831367680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/06/clocks-coldplay-as-luzes-se-apagam-e-eu.html' title='Tradução'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-4795486666451439361</id><published>2010-06-18T07:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T07:41:31.751-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gojogos.com/jogos-online-gratis/1504/music-catch-2.html" target="_blank" title="Clique para jogar Music Catch 2"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.gojogos.com/games/list/music-catch-2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-4795486666451439361?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/4795486666451439361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/06/clique-para-jogar-music-catch-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/4795486666451439361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/4795486666451439361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/06/clique-para-jogar-music-catch-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-6602816408487067289</id><published>2010-06-15T22:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T22:32:35.607-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tristeza sem razão</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.blogstorage.hi-pi.com/photos/carlossimo.arteblog.com.br/images/gd/1256944696/Longe-de-ti.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://static.blogstorage.hi-pi.com/photos/carlossimo.arteblog.com.br/images/gd/1256944696/Longe-de-ti.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Por vezes,  erguemo-nos pela manhã envoltos em nuvens de tristeza. Se alguém nos  perguntar a causa, com certeza não saberemos responder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Naturalmente, atravessamos as  nossas dificuldades. Não há quem não as tenha. É o filho que não vai bem  na escola, o marido que vive a incerteza do desemprego, um leve  transtorno de saúde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nada, contudo, que seja motivo para a tristeza  profunda que nos atinge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nesse dia tudo parece difícil. Saímos de casa e a  entrevista marcada não se concretiza. A pessoa que marcou hora conosco  cancelou por compromisso de última hora. E lá se vão as nossas  esperanças de emprego, outra vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;O material que vimos anunciado  com grande desconto já se esgotou nas prateleiras, antes de nossa  chegada. A fila no banco está enorme, o cheque que fomos receber não  tinha saldo suficiente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;É... Nada dá certo mesmo! Dizemos que nem deveríamos  ter saído de casa, nesse dia. Agora, à tristeza se soma o desalento, o  desencanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Consideramo-nos  a última pessoa sobre a face da Terra. Infelizes, abandonados,  sozinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ninguém que  nos ajude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;E, no  entanto, Deus vela. Ao nosso lado, seguem os seres invisíveis que nos  amam, que se interessam por nós e tudo fazem para o nosso bem-estar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;O que está  errado, então? Com certeza, a nossa visão do que nos acontece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Quando a  tristeza nos invade no nascer do dia, provavelmente tivemos encontros  espirituais, durante o sono físico, que para isso colaboraram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Seja porque  buscamos companhias não muito agradáveis ou porque não nos preparamos  para dormir, com a oração. Seja porque reencontramos amores preciosos e  os temos que deixar para retornar à nossa batalha diária,  entristecendo-nos sobremaneira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ao nos sentirmos assim, busquemos de imediato a luz da  prece, que fortalece e ilumina, espancando as sombras do desalento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Abrir as  janelas, observar a natureza, mesmo que o dia seja de chuva e frio.  Verifiquemos como as árvores, quando castigadas pelos ventos e pela  água, balançam ao seu compasso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Passada a tempestade, se recompõem e continuam  enriquecendo a paisagem com seus galhos, folhas, flores e frutos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Olhemos para  as flores. Mesmo que a chuva as despedace, elas, generosas, deixam suas  marcas coloridas pelo chão, ou permitem-se arrastar pela correnteza,  criando um rio de cores e perfumes pelo caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Aprendamos com a natureza e  afugentemos o desânimo com a certeza de que, depois da tempestade,  retornará o tempo bom, o sol, o calor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Não nos permitamos sintonias  inferiores, porque se vibrarmos mal, nos sentiremos mal e, naturalmente,  tudo se nos tornará mais difícil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nunca estaremos sós. Jesus está  no leme das nossas vidas, atento, vigilante, e não nos faltará em nossas  necessidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;*&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;*&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Se estamos tristes, abramos os  ouvidos para as melodias da vida, melodias que soam das mais profundas  regiões do amor Celeste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Busquemos ajuda, peçamos socorro, não dando campo a  essas energias de modo que possamos, na condição de filhos de Deus,  alegrar-nos com tudo quanto o Pai construiu e colocou à nossa disposição  a fim de que pudéssemos crescer, amar e servir.&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/4944227167931090280-6602816408487067289?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/6602816408487067289/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/06/tristeza-sem-razao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/6602816408487067289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/6602816408487067289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/06/tristeza-sem-razao.html' title='Tristeza sem razão'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-3905049553000609119</id><published>2010-06-07T10:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T10:34:06.981-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Conte comigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.andrea-schroeder.com/kim/kima97.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" src="http://www.andrea-schroeder.com/kim/kima97.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Conte comigo, mesmo sem contar a mim tanta coisa que lhe pesa no  coração, que lhe amargura e resseca o fundo d'alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Conte, nas horas mais abandonadas da vida, quando o olhar, vagando em  derredor, só divisar deserto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Conte comigo, mesmo sem vontade de contar com ninguém ou certo de que  não vale a pena contar com mais ninguém, nesta vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Conte comigo, devagarinho, deixando que a boa vontade vá dizendo, sem  nada forçar, à medida em que acreditar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Conte, durante as agonias, que, de um tempo para cá, não deixam em paz  seu cansado coração, pois o bom da vida consiste em encontrar um amigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Conte, nas horas inesperadas, quando as tempestades despregam repentinas  e tombam por cima da sua cabeça triste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Conte comigo, para re-aprender a cantar, durante a vida, e a viver de  serenas e pequeninas felicidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Conte comigo, para eu ajudá-lo a ter rosto bom e quieto, ao menos na  presença dos filhinhos menores, que vivem dos rostos abertos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Conte, para auxiliá-lo no amargo carregamento da cruz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Conte comigo, para ficar sabendo, de experiência, que há na vida muita  coisa linda, coisa escondida, prêmio de quem se venceu na dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Conte, para triunfar, no ritmo vagaroso do dever, na cadência da paz  diária, aprendendo a teimar com as teimas da vida madrasta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Conte, que são largos os caminhos da vida, esperando os passos duplos de  dois amigos que vão, na direção da conversa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Conte comigo, para saber olhar ao alto, buscando a face de um Pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Conte, mesmo para não se entregar aos desânimos e desencantos, de quem  anda cheia da vida, do começo ao fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Conte comigo, que venceremos juntos, anjo da guarda com seu pupilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Conte, que a vida tem ser bela, criando nós as belezas, de dentro para  fora, obrigação do coração, missão da Fé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Conte comigo, conte sempre, teimando com você mesmo, que não quer saber  de mais nada, ofendido que foi, descrente que anda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Conte quando, olhando para a frente, não sente vontade de andar; olhando  para trás, tem medo do caminho que andou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Conte comigo, para que tenha valor e beleza cada passo seu, cada dia da  vida, cada hora dentro de cada dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Conte, conte mesmo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ótima Semana para todos vocês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; 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font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;05 DE JUNHO COMEMORA-SE O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;DIA MUNDIAL DO MEIO AMBIENTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://setimodia.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/meio-ambiente.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://setimodia.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/meio-ambiente.jpg" width="273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;....CADA UM PODE CUMPRIR COM O SEU&amp;nbsp; PAPEL DE CIDADÃO! 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Adoro!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Platéia maravilhosa...&amp;nbsp; Un sueño =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iYuyar-rrNY&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iYuyar-rrNY&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-273380286260892974?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/273380286260892974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/06/coldplay-yellow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/273380286260892974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/273380286260892974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/06/coldplay-yellow.html' title='Coldplay - Yellow'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-3661620968326844104</id><published>2010-05-30T21:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T21:30:21.638-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulheres? Mulheres? Mulheres?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.camaragyn.go.gov.br/img/noticias/1236077474.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.camaragyn.go.gov.br/img/noticias/1236077474.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Para cada mulher forte cansada de ter que aparentar fragilidade,&lt;br /&gt;Há um homem frágil cansado de ter que parecer forte&lt;br /&gt;Para cada mulher cansada de ter que agir como uma "tonta",&lt;br /&gt;Há um homem desesperado por ter que aparentar saber de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Para cada mulher cansada de ser qualidficada como "fêmea emocional",&lt;br /&gt;Há um homem a quem se negou o direito a chorar e a ser "delicado"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Para cada mulher catalogada como pouco feminina quando em competição,&lt;br /&gt;Há um homem obrigado a competir para que não se duvide da sua masculinidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Para cada mulher cansada de ser um objeto sexual,&lt;br /&gt;Há um homem preocupado com a sua virilidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Para cada mulher que não tem acesso ao trabalho ou a um salário satisfatório,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Há um homem obrigado a assumir a responsabilidade econômica de outro ser humano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Para casa mulher que desconhece os mecanismos de automóvel,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Há um homem que não aprendeu os segredos da arte de cozinhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Para cada mulher que dá um passo para sua própria libertação,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Há um homem que redescobre o caminho para a liberdade &lt;br /&gt;A humanidade tem duas asas: uma é a Mulher, a outra o Homem&lt;br /&gt;Até que as duas estejam igualmente desenvolvidas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;A humanidade não poderá voar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NECESSITAMOS DE UMA NOVA HUMANIDADE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; PRECISAMOS VOAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(B. Boutros Ghali)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4944227167931090280-3661620968326844104?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/3661620968326844104/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/mulheres-mulheres-mulheres.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/3661620968326844104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/3661620968326844104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/mulheres-mulheres-mulheres.html' title='Mulheres? 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Sempre estarei aqui, sempre!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="580"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dfCZkIE1VmA&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dfCZkIE1VmA&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-1974572929537104879?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/1974572929537104879/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/ordinary-world-red.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/1974572929537104879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/1974572929537104879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/ordinary-world-red.html' title='Ordinary World - Red'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-6274484744178288943</id><published>2010-05-23T13:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T13:32:10.490-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Respeito</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;Respeito foi  definido por alguém como &lt;em&gt;a capacidade do ser de se importar com o  sentimento do outro. &lt;/em&gt;Talvez seja esta a mais completa das  definições.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;Normalmente,  quando nos sentimos ofendidos, desprezados, dizemos apreciar o  respeito. Mas, será que respeitamos os demais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;É fácil sabermos. Basta que nos  perguntemos se somos daqueles que marcamos horário com o médico ou o  dentista e, na última hora, por questões de pouca importância,  telefonamos desmarcando, sem nos preocuparmos com a agenda do  profissional e, muito menos, com eventuais clientes que estariam  aguardando em lista de espera por aquela hora que agora não será  aproveitada por ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;Acaso somos daqueles que apreciamos estabelecer preço  para os serviços profissionais alheios? Somos dos que pensamos que tal  ou qual profissional liberal ganha demais e pode nos fazer um grande  desconto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;Mais do que  isso. Alguns de nós dizemos, de maneira desrespeitosa, que o seu  trabalho não vale mais do que a quantia que estipulamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;Desrespeitamos o esforço que o  profissional fez para chegar onde se encontra, desconsiderando as  inúmeras noites que passou estudando, os plantões intermináveis e  exaustivos, as horas de pesquisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;Não levamos em conta, inclusive,  os custos financeiros para completar o curso, para prosseguir no seu  aperfeiçoamento, mestrado, doutorado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;Desrespeitamos o trabalho do  outro toda vez que lhe dizemos que seu ganho é fácil e rendoso, enquanto  o nosso é árduo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;Há  falta de respeito sempre que desconfiamos dos outros baseados somente  em nossa má fé ou má vontade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;E, no trato com outros profissionais, como os  domésticos, jardineiros, pedreiros, carpinteiros, quanta vez os  desrespeitamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;Sempre  que estabelecemos jornadas de trabalho muito longas, que exigimos  cumprimento de tarefas além do que se considera humanamente possível,  que submetemos o outro a situações humilhantes, o estamos  desrespeitando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;O  respeito deve ser a atitude de todo cristão para com o seu semelhante,  seja ele superior ou inferior a si, na escala social e nos degraus da  instrução.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;Afinal,  somos todos membros de uma única família, criados pelo mesmo Deus, nosso  Pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;Acreditemos  que, se não aprendermos a respeitar o nosso semelhante, desde as mínimas  coisas, não estaremos agindo dentro da Lei de justiça, amor e caridade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;*&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;*&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;Nas linhas  do respeito, atentemos para a natureza que nos cerca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;E, ensinando valores aos nossos  pequenos, iniciemos desde cedo a lhes falar do respeito a tudo que nos  rodeia e serve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;Falemos-lhe  do respeito que nos merecem os animais, as árvores, as flores, os  jardins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;E, então,  bem mais fácil lhes será entender, na sequência, o respeito aos seres  humanos, familiares, idosos, professores, serviçais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;Pensemos nisso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span 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Paris'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-3615372365194835014</id><published>2010-05-21T21:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T21:07:06.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfil do signo de Touro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Quem nasce no tempo de Touro tem olhos sensíveis à beleza do mundo  manifestado e um coração perturbado pela consciência de que ele é  passageiro. É sempre a nossa parte taurina que nos faz pensar sobre a  permanência e a impermanência das coisas. Não é por acaso que o ser  humano que melhor falou sobre isso nasceu nesse tempo. Diz a tradição,  que Gautama, o Buda, nasceu, morreu e se iluminou numa lua cheia de  Touro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Dizem que quando essa lua cheia acontece, o portal que liga o mundo  manifestado ao não manifestado fica aberto. É a recordação dessa visão  que está sempre interferindo na maneira como os taurinos se relacionam  com o mundo e com as outras pessoas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Regidos por Vênus, a deusa do amor, da beleza e da imaginação, eles  procuram por ela em todas as coisas e em todos os relacionamentos.  Quando não criam beleza precisam estar cercados por ela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Em troca, a deusa faz com que nasçam bonitos ou, pelo menos,  charmosos.0 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Para os taurinos, a palavra chave é auto estima. Logo eles, que se  preocupam tanto com o valor das coisas, às vezes não conseguem perceber o  valor do próprio talento. Quando isso acontece, o mundo perde um  artista e ganha um ser humano angustiado, que passa a vida acumulando  coisas para compensar a sensação de que está faltando algo. Sob a  influência da Vênus da terra, eles são guiados pelos cinco sentidos. E  porque amam as sensações, são os primeiros a perceber que, todas elas,  quando se estabilizam, desaparecem.     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Muitas vezes eles são acusados de serem pães-duros, teimosos e  possessivos, mas tudo isso muda de figura se a gente compreender que  eles são os únicos que já nascem sabendo que a beleza é efêmera e merece  ser contemplada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-3615372365194835014?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/3615372365194835014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/perfil-do-signo-de-touro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/3615372365194835014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/3615372365194835014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/perfil-do-signo-de-touro.html' title='Perfil do signo de Touro'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-3071921258283902990</id><published>2010-05-21T17:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T17:15:37.397-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamãe, por que te amo tanto?</title><content type='html'>Todas as crianças,  inevitavelmente, chegam naquela fase das &lt;em&gt;famosas   perguntas&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perguntam sobre tudo.  Querem saber sobre tudo, num afã natural e  belo de se ver, na busca pelo conhecimento,  por descobrir o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do que são formadas as nuvens? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por que aquele homem mora na rua?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como o Papai do Céu pode vigiar todos ao mesmo tempo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como nasceu a primeira mãe de todas?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porquês e mais  porquês... Que acabam deixando os pais de cabelo  em pé, em muitas ocasiões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma dessas perguntas  em especial, chamou-nos a atenção, quando  em contato com uma reportagem de  certa revista especializada em  educação infantil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mamãe, por que te amo tanto?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há perguntas que nasceram para serem perguntas, e há   respostas que não são palavras. &lt;/em&gt;– Afirma o autor da matéria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz ele ainda que  nesses casos &lt;em&gt;a melhor resposta pode ser   um beijo, um abraço forte, o toque, o silêncio...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realmente, poderíamos  pensar: &lt;em&gt;Como explicar o amor? Como   encontrar a razão na Terra onde reinam os sentimentos?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem a pretensão de  explicá-lo, mas com a vontade de torná-lo  mais admirável ainda, quem sabe poderíamos  dizer a essa criança:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você ama sua mãe, pois antes de lhe dar o abrigo desta  casa  feita de paredes, ela guardou você em um lar de beleza sem igual,  aconchegante  e cheio de paz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você ama sua mãe, pois possivelmente esta não é a  primeira  vez que você a vê. Seus corações amigos podem ter se encontrado muito   tempo antes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você ama sua mãe, certamente porque junto do alimento do   corpo, ela lhe concedeu sempre a nutrição da alma, com seu sorriso e um ‘&lt;/em&gt;Seja  bem-vindo ao  mundo, meu filho!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seu amor por sua mãe vem dos cuidados que ela tem pelas   coisas mais simples da vida, como:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;arrumar os bichinhos de pelúcia no quarto para lhe darem ‘&lt;/em&gt;bom  dia’ &lt;em&gt;pela manhã;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;colocar o macaquinho ao seu lado, para que você o abrace  à  noite, e não se sinta só.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conversar com você durante o banho, ensinando o nome de   cada pedacinho de seu novo corpo, e enchendo-o de beijos amorosos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dançar com você pela sala, rodando, rodando, para ouvir   suas gargalhadas deliciosas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ficar com você no colo, assistindo seu desenho preferido,   até você pegar no sono, tranqüilo, seguro, aquecido.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Levar você para a cama dela, quando você se sente sozinho   em seu quarto à noite, aconchegando-o bem perto de seu coração -  lembrando dos  tempos em que você estava ali, crescendo forte dentro  dela.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finalmente, poderíamos dizer que você ama sua mãe, porque   ela ama você sem pedir nada em   troca. O que um dia você entenderá como  sendo o &lt;/em&gt;amor incondicional.&lt;em&gt; E ela será seu maior exemplo dele.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-3071921258283902990?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/3071921258283902990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/mamae-por-que-te-amo-tanto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/3071921258283902990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/3071921258283902990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/mamae-por-que-te-amo-tanto.html' title='Mamãe, por que te amo tanto?'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-8417012031399683630</id><published>2010-05-21T17:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T17:07:38.880-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dyxjtZXIvi4&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dyxjtZXIvi4&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-8417012031399683630?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/8417012031399683630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_21.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/8417012031399683630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/8417012031399683630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-4623238780989949469</id><published>2010-05-21T00:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T00:29:01.602-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A ação da amizade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vez que  outra, é bom nos determos, por alguns minutos, &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;para  refletir um pouco sobre a ação da amizade em nossas vidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A amizade é o  sentimento que une as almas umas às outras, gerando alegria e  bem-estar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A amizade é  suave expressão do ser humano que necessita intercambiar as forças da  emoção sob os estímulos do entendimento fraternal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Inspiradora  de coragem e de abnegação, a amizade enfloresce as almas, abençoando-as  com resistências para as lutas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Há, no mundo moderno, muita falta de amizade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O egoísmo  afasta as pessoas e as isola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A amizade as aproxima e irmana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O medo  agride as almas e as infelicita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A amizade apazigua e alegra os  indivíduos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A  desconfiança desarmoniza as vidas e a amizade equilibra as mentes,  dulcificando os corações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Na área dos amores de profundidade a presença da  amizade é fundamental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ela nasce de uma expressão de simpatia e firma-se com  as raízes do afeto seguro, fincadas nas terras da alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando  outras emoções se enfraquecem no vaivém dos choques, a amizade perdura,  companheira devotada das pessoas que se estimam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se a amizade  fugisse da Terra, a vida espiritual dos seres se esfacelaria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ela é meiga e  paciente, vigilante e ativa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Discreta, se apaga, para que brilhe aquele a quem se  afeiçoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sustenta na  fraqueza e liberta nos momentos de dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A amizade é fácil de ser  vitalizada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cultivá-la,  constitui dever de todo aquele que pensa e aspira, porquanto, ninguém  logra o êxito, se avança com aridez na alma ou indiferente ao enlevo da  sua fluidez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando  passam os impulsos sexuais do amor nos cônjuges, a amizade fica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando a  desilusão apaga o fogo dos desejos nos grandes romances, se existe  amizade, não se rompem os liames da união.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A amizade de  Jesus pelos discípulos e pelas multidões, dá-nos até hoje, a dimensão  do que é o amor na sua essência mais pura, demonstrando que ela é o  passo inicial para essa conquista superior que é a meta de todas as  vidas e mandamento maior da Lei Divina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;*&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;*&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Existe uma  ciência de cultivar a amizade e construir o entendimento. Como acontece  ao trigo, no campo espiritual do amor, não será possível colher sem  semear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Examine,  pois, diariamente, a sua lavoura afetiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Irrigue-a  com a água pura da sinceridade, do perdão, da atenção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sem esquecer  jamais do adubo do amor, do carinho e do afeto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Imite o  lavrador prudente e devotado, e colherá grandes e precisos resultados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Redação do Momento Espírita&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;=) boa noite!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&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/4944227167931090280-4623238780989949469?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/4623238780989949469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/acao-da-amizade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/4623238780989949469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/4623238780989949469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/acao-da-amizade.html' title='A ação da amizade'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-5795602582677336403</id><published>2010-05-20T20:11:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T20:11:21.300-03:00</updated><title type='text'>You - 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Nunca se sabe qual é o  defeito que sustenta nosso edifício inteiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Clarice Lispector &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-3950109366506892671?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/3950109366506892671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/cortar-os-proprios-defeitos-pode-ser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/3950109366506892671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/3950109366506892671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/cortar-os-proprios-defeitos-pode-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S_HZELC_vkI/AAAAAAAAA1A/6qxRBmEW39s/s72-c/FF8B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-4043907073284749709</id><published>2010-05-17T11:11:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T11:13:10.174-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Bom dia!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"As pessoas que mais conhecem a respeito da felicidade&lt;br /&gt;são aquelas  que estão em harmonia com a mutação&lt;br /&gt;da vida, que podem até mesmo  amar bolhas de sabão&lt;br /&gt;brilhando ao sol, criando pequenos arco-íris.&lt;br /&gt;Essas  são as pessoas que mais conhecem&lt;br /&gt;a felicidade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Osho)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-4043907073284749709?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/4043907073284749709/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/feliz-feliz-feliz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/4043907073284749709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/4043907073284749709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/feliz-feliz-feliz.html' title=''/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-3296213992791670051</id><published>2010-05-17T00:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T00:45:48.477-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;Eu sou criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não pense que me refiro  apenas à minha ânsia de aproveitar cada segundinho da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Não.&lt;br /&gt;Eu falo também dos meus deslizes, das coisas que eu não deveria ter  feito ou, ao menos, deveria ter feito um pouco diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Eu erro e erro muito.&lt;br /&gt;Erro sem pudores, sem vergonha, sem querer.&lt;br /&gt;Erro em minhas tentativas de me mostrar madura e também na imaturidade  de não querer deixar a criança dentro de mim morrer.&lt;br /&gt;Pudera, não tenho qualquer pretensão de ser perfeita.&lt;br /&gt;Que entediante seria a vida se tudo estivesse alinhado, tudo certo nos  mínimos detalhes.&lt;br /&gt;O que aprenderíamos durante jornada se chegássemos prontos até ela?&lt;br /&gt;Não me reprima, não me condene, não tente me ensinar o que você não  sabe.&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou engatinhando e é sozinha que eu pretendo aprender.&lt;br /&gt;Aliás, carrego meus valores desde pequena.&lt;br /&gt;Não engano, não minto, não faço vítima alguma.&lt;br /&gt;As conseqüências dos meus atos quem sofre sou eu.&lt;br /&gt;Eu me martirizo, me entristeço, me revolto, para depois me absolver de  todas as culpas e chegar à minha redenção; para enfim perceber que eu  sou humana.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas mais uma menina que terá que conviver com o bônus e o ônus de ser  um pouco criança para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Aliás, qual seria a minha idade?&lt;br /&gt;Minha personalidade varia tanto que tem gente que chuta bem longe.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não vim até aqui para contar quantos anos eu tenho, e sim para dizer  que eu tenho todos eles.&lt;br /&gt;Eu incorporo a idade de quem convive comigo. &lt;br /&gt;Tenho...&lt;br /&gt;03 aninhos quando corro no parque com meu sobrinho, afilhados e com toda  a criançada.&lt;br /&gt;05 anos quando fico de pé no chão e pulo na cama ou quando brinco de  golfinho na piscina com os meus alunos. &lt;br /&gt;10 anos quando brinco de pique-pega.&lt;br /&gt;15 anos quando me olho no espelho e nada fica bem, quando não quero sair  de casa, quando coloco meu pijama, minha meia, quando quero apenas o  meu canto. &lt;br /&gt;18 anos, no clube, com minha melhor amiga à tira-colo, biquíni,  shortinho, maquiagem nenhuma e uma animação de tirar o fôlego.&lt;br /&gt;19 anos quando digo não, quando me imponho e falo o que eu penso. &lt;br /&gt;21 quando pego o carro e vou para onde eu quero, como eu quero e com  quem eu quero.&lt;br /&gt;23 quando olho firme nos olhos, quando olho de canto, quando desvio o  olhar.&lt;br /&gt;24 anos quando dou o primeiro passo, quando ligo, quando chego sozinha  numa festa ou n’outro país.&lt;br /&gt;Quando tenho 30, 40, 50 ou 100 anos... Ah, isso eu não poderia dizer.  Sobra pretensão, mas falta maturidade.&lt;br /&gt;Aliás, quando se fala em experiência eu volto a ter um aninho...&lt;br /&gt;E tenho certeza de que ainda há uma vida para aprender a viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rV-hTkahYLo/S8J3Ax9Xm2I/AAAAAAAAAFc/BhzM8HPz_a8/s1600/EU-SOU-CRIANCA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rV-hTkahYLo/S8J3Ax9Xm2I/AAAAAAAAAFc/BhzM8HPz_a8/s320/EU-SOU-CRIANCA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&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/4944227167931090280-3296213992791670051?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/3296213992791670051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu-sou-crianca-nao-pense-que-me-refiro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/3296213992791670051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/3296213992791670051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu-sou-crianca-nao-pense-que-me-refiro.html' title=''/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rV-hTkahYLo/S8J3Ax9Xm2I/AAAAAAAAAFc/BhzM8HPz_a8/s72-c/EU-SOU-CRIANCA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-111629332847951734</id><published>2010-05-16T15:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T15:23:06.097-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boa tarde, bom domingo!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mais um dia mal, basicamente por agora estou&lt;br /&gt;ficando melhor...sai do casulo, isso graças a um chá! Obrigado&lt;br /&gt;Anjo&amp;nbsp; por cuidar de mim, e ainda enfrentar minha chatisse&lt;br /&gt;(sou muito chata, imagina quando ñ estou bem..Fico pior).&lt;br /&gt;Estou sob efeito de remédio e rouca pra variar...argh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero estar 50%&amp;nbsp; logo!&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"Algumas vezes o que se deve fazer é não fazer nada,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;algumas vezes o que  se deve dizer é não dizer nada,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;pois as pessoas lembram de você não  quando se está presente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;mas sim, quando sentem a sua falta."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até mais... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-111629332847951734?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/111629332847951734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/boa-tarde-bom-domingo-um-dia-mal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/111629332847951734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/111629332847951734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/boa-tarde-bom-domingo-um-dia-mal.html' title=''/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-6189225848557241330</id><published>2010-05-16T00:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T00:39:47.715-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Onde esta você?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Onde está você com seus pensamentos nesse momento?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Será que está presente na conversa com os amigos, ou está longe, viajando por lugares distantes?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Onde está sua felicidade agora?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Será que está junto de você, ou está longe, em objetos distantes, em pessoas  que se foram, em bens materiais que você ainda não tem?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Onde está seu sorriso agora?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Está em seu rosto, estampando a sua alegria e confiança na vida?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Ou será que foi levado por alguém que não está mais aqui?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Será que seu sorriso ainda depende dos outros?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Onde está a sua vontade de viver, agora?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Está aí mesmo dentro de você chamando-o, a cada minuto, para as  oportunidades, para viver os dias, ou está nas mãos de outras pessoas, e você está perdido  sem saber para onde ir?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Quem é o dono da sua vida, da sua vontade e da sua motivação?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;O que você precisa para ser feliz agora?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Um emprego? Será que você não consegue procurar um pouco mais? Quem sabe  mudar os rumos? Ou procurar em lugares onde você nunca havia procurado antes?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Não coloque para si mesmo obstáculos demais!&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Será que a felicidade está apenas na conquista de um emprego?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Talvez você precise de um amor.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Então cultive novas amizades! Lembre-se de que a amizade é a fonte do amor verdadeiro!&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Procure se aproximar mais das pessoas, quem sabe!&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Antes de querer ser amado, ame!&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Onde está seu Deus agora?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Será que você já o descobriu dentro de você?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Será que você já o descobriu nas leis maravilhosas que regem o universo? Na  proteção que recebemos, nas chances, nos encontros, nas bênçãos da vida?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Será que você já o descobriu nas estrelas, nos mares, nos ventos, no perfume  das flores?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Onde está você agora?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35.4pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;No curso mais seguro da vida, tendo sua embarcação sob controle? Ou está à deriva? Distraído pelas ilusões que encrespam o oceano todos os dias?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Onde está você agora?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Buscando um sentido maior para tudo, buscando o crescimento espiritual, ou está preocupado com coisas tão pequenas, incomodado com problemas tão  simples?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;É tempo de saber onde realmente estamos.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;É tempo de repensar muitas coisas, de dar um novo sentido a tudo, de  redescobrir as coisas mais simples e possíveis, e recriar a vida, colocando-a em seu  curso seguro.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Como nos ensinou o Mestre de Nazaré, onde estiver seu coração, aí estará  também o seu tesouro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Pense nisso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Por vezes nossos olhares se perdem no espaço à procura de algo que se  encontra bem perto de nós.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Outras vezes permitimos que nosso sorriso siga atrelado ao passo de alguém que  se afasta de nós...&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Nossa alegria, tantas vezes, perde a força por causa de algo insignificante.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Às vezes permitirmos que a nossa vontade de viver se enfraqueça, vencida  pelas ilusões e fantasias...&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;No entanto, para que não deixemos de viver o momento, intensamente, é  preciso prestar atenção nas horas, no agora, no hoje, para que não deixemos  escapar as mais excelentes oportunidades de construir nossa felicidade  duradoura.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Pensemos nisso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Redação Momento Espírita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-6189225848557241330?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/6189225848557241330/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/onde-esta-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/6189225848557241330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/6189225848557241330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/onde-esta-voce.html' title='Onde esta você?'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-9202873191269355588</id><published>2010-05-16T00:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T00:11:04.910-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://devaneiosconstantes.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/sozinha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://devaneiosconstantes.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/sozinha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Por favor&lt;br /&gt;Deixe em paz meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Que ele é um pote até aqui de mágoa&lt;br /&gt;E qualquer desatenção, faça não&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser a gota dágua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; PS: se não estiver tão mal , retorno mais tarde com alguns textinhos, poesias, reflexão bacanas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo... e até lá.&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/4944227167931090280-9164236349845356906?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/9164236349845356906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/favor-deixe-em-paz-meu-coracao-que-ele.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/9164236349845356906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/9164236349845356906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/favor-deixe-em-paz-meu-coracao-que-ele.html' title=''/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-7847943149428017810</id><published>2010-05-15T17:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T17:36:09.634-03:00</updated><title type='text'>daí-me paciência</title><content type='html'>a internet&amp;nbsp; hoje não tá ajudando... cai a todo momento..... Já não basta eu estar quase de cama, e ainda acontece isso...aaaahhhhhhhh... pra variar!! Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i26.tinypic.com/11rvdaa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://i26.tinypic.com/11rvdaa.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:@ :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-7847943149428017810?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/7847943149428017810/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/dai-me-paciencia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/7847943149428017810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/7847943149428017810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/dai-me-paciencia.html' title='daí-me paciência'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i26.tinypic.com/11rvdaa_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-7233968131830610612</id><published>2010-05-15T16:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T16:20:58.418-03:00</updated><title type='text'>UIIII</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CCmejDG7pIc&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CCmejDG7pIc&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-7233968131830610612?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/7233968131830610612/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/uiiii.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/7233968131830610612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/7233968131830610612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/uiiii.html' title='UIIII'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-4204992044184324504</id><published>2010-05-15T15:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T15:31:42.891-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Filme</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="c20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="c20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="c20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="c20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="c20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="c20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="c20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=4944227167931090280&amp;amp;postID=4204992044184324504" name="sinopse"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"Sempre ao seu lado"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Sinopse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Quando Hachiko, um filhote de cachorro da raça  akita, é encontrado perdido em uma estação de trem por Parker (Richard  Gere), ambos se identificam rapidamente. O filhote acaba conquistando  todos na casa de Parker, mas é com ele que acaba criando um profundo  laço de lealdade. Baseado em uma história real, Sempre ao seu Lado, é um  emocionante filme sobre lealdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="580"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E8fAVmsoBWU&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E8fAVmsoBWU&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-4204992044184324504?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/4204992044184324504/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/filme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/4204992044184324504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/4204992044184324504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/filme.html' title='Filme'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-6696552542595289921</id><published>2010-05-15T15:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T15:03:25.413-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gripadíssima</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Bom, estou gripada, com dor de cabeça, febre e cansada.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peg24stIWjU/SfSorU0jxuI/AAAAAAAAAXA/6ViS6YkLDc0/s1600/T%C3%B4+gripada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peg24stIWjU/SfSorU0jxuI/AAAAAAAAAXA/6ViS6YkLDc0/s320/T%C3%B4+gripada.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Enfim, tô um bagaço agora, mas espero melhorar em breve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;:'( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Volto breve com algumas coisas bacanas, entre elas dica de filme...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-6696552542595289921?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/6696552542595289921/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/gripadissima.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/6696552542595289921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/6696552542595289921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/gripadissima.html' title='Gripadíssima'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peg24stIWjU/SfSorU0jxuI/AAAAAAAAAXA/6ViS6YkLDc0/s72-c/T%C3%B4+gripada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-1055544829666614378</id><published>2010-05-14T12:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T12:32:09.957-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O mesmo caminho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Deus é pleno  de misericórdia para com Seus filhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;A todos faculta incontáveis  experiências, a fim de que se aperfeiçoem e se enriqueçam dos mais  variados dons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Entretanto,  os homens, com freqüência, dizem faltar em suas vidas elementos  indispensáveis à felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Um reclama da ausência de uma companheira amorosa e  digna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Outro brada  porque enfrenta problemas profissionais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Há quem se ressinta da falta de  saúde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Um terceiro  clama aos céus porque seus filhos são desequilibrados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Parece haver um descompasso  entre a amorosa e rica Providência do Pai Celeste e a carência  experimentada por Seus filhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Contudo, a ordem universal não é feita de regalias e  privilégios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Os recursos  são amorosamente distribuídos no intuito do progresso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Quem os recebe fica na condição  de depositário e precisa prestar contas do uso que deles faz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Talentos não  podem ser enterrados, a denotar preguiça de quem os recebe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Com maior  razão, não devem receber uso pervertido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Todo Espírito é paulatinamente  cumulado de dons, para que os utilize com dignidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;O uso digno sempre implica o  progresso próprio e alheio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Quem se permite atitudes indignas ou levianas arca com  as consequências.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Para  aprender a valorizar o tesouro desperdiçado, experimenta a sua falta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Assim, o  homem que hoje se ressente da ausência de uma esposa digna não deve se  imaginar vítima do acaso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Talvez ainda ontem ele tenha sido o marido infiel de  uma grande mulher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Provavelmente,  a alma enobrecida o perdoou e seguiu em frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mas ele se vinculou a quem foi  sua cúmplice no adultério.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hoje sonha com uma figura digna de mulher, que não  está mais presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;O enfermo crônico lamenta a ausência de saúde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Contudo, no  passado pode ter desperdiçado a ventura de um organismo físico perfeito e  vigoroso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pôs a  perder a saúde em vícios e noitadas e agora tem a oportunidade de  perceber o tesouro que é um corpo sadio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;O mau rico de ontem renasce hoje  na miséria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;O político  corrupto do pretérito experimenta agruras por falta de serviços públicos  essenciais, na região pobre em que renasceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Não se trata de castigo, mas de  justiça e responsabilidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Na rota evolutiva, o Espírito trilha várias vezes o  mesmo caminho e o encontra conforme o haja deixado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ciente disso, cesse de reclamar  pelas dificuldades de sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Lembre-se de que, hoje pode  sofrer a ausência de algo importante que teve no passado e não  valorizou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Viva com  dignidade o momento presente e trate de merecer o retorno do tesouro que  jogou fora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cuide muito  bem do caminho que agora trilha, para encontrá-lo florido na próxima  jornada que empreender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;:) &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/4944227167931090280-1055544829666614378?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/1055544829666614378/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-mesmo-caminho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/1055544829666614378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/1055544829666614378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-mesmo-caminho.html' title='O mesmo caminho'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-5417777571701839742</id><published>2010-05-14T10:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T10:15:32.093-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;... bom dia á todos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A música, não sai da minha cabeça desde ontem ....... Curtam também:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QOYIKw1NGSw&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QOYIKw1NGSw&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-5417777571701839742?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/5417777571701839742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/oi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/5417777571701839742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/5417777571701839742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/oi.html' title='Oi...'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-2789212091354197225</id><published>2010-05-13T22:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T22:16:55.733-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Levar o Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Que eu leve o amor... A mim, em primeiro lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Que eu leve o amor para dentro de mim e que todo auto-ódio se converta em chance, em nova chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Que eu me dê novas chances... De amar de novo, de acertar de novo, de dar ao menos um pequeno passo adiante, afastando-me da estagnação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Onde houver ódio em mim, que eu leve o amor; não esse amor de plástico, disfarçado de complacência, que mais me engana do que me enobrece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Que seja um amor maduro, que proclama seguro: Eu sei quem sou! Eu sei quem quero ser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Que eu leve o amor... À minha família.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Onde houver ódio em minha família, que eu leve o amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Que eu seja a luz, mesmo que pequenina, a iluminar a escuridão dos dias difíceis em meu lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Que eu leve o amor aos que sofrem em silêncio e não querem falar de suas mazelas. Que minhas preces e meu sorriso os guarde em paz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Que eu leve o amor quando seja ofendido, maltratado, menosprezado, esquecido. Que eu lembre de oferecer a outra face do ensino do Cristo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Que eu leve o amor quando meus filhos sejam ingratos. Que minha ternura não seque tão facilmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Que eu leve o amor quando meus pais não me compreendam e não sejam os pais que gostaria de ter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Que minha compreensão desperte de seu sono e perceba que eles buscam acertar, que buscam dar o melhor de si, embora nem sempre tenham êxito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;São os pais que preciso. São os pais que me amam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Que eu leve o amor quando o romance esfriar e algumas farpas de gelo me ferirem o coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;São os espinhos da convivência. não precisam se transformar em ódio se o amor assim desejar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Que eu leve o amor... Aos meus inimigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Que eu leve o amor mesmo a quem não me tem amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Que eu respeite. Que eu compreenda. Que eu não me entregue ao ódio tão facilmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Que eu leve o amor aos que me querem mal, evitando aumentar seu ódio com meu revide, com minha altivez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Que ore por eles. Que lhes peça perdão em prece, mesmo muitas vezes não recordando dos equívocos que macularam seus corações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Que lhes mostre que ontem errei, mas que hoje estou diferente, renovado, disposto a reconstruir o que destruí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Que eu leve o amor... A minha sociedade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Que eu leve o amor aos que não conheço, mas que fazem parte de meu mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Que eu aprenda a chamá-los todos de irmãos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Que eu leve o amor ao mundo, perfumando a Terra com bons pensamentos, com otimismo, com alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Que eu leve o amor aos viciados em más notícias, aos pessimistas, aos que já se entregaram à derrota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Que meu amor os faça ver a beleza da vida, das Leis de Deus, do mundo em progresso gerido por Leis de amor maior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Que eu leve o amor aos carentes, do corpo e da alma. Que meu sorriso seja a lembrança de que ainda há tempo para mudar, para transformar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Sou agente transformador. Sou agente iluminador. Sou instrumento da paz no mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Que eu leve o amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Redação do Momento Espírita.&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/4944227167931090280-2789212091354197225?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/2789212091354197225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/levar-o-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/2789212091354197225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/2789212091354197225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/levar-o-amor.html' title='Levar o Amor'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-5440500828459056563</id><published>2010-05-13T21:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T21:43:25.061-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Vou deixar aqui uma pequena mensagem extraída do livro: ELE ENXUGARÁ  SUAS   LÁGRIMAS, de Carlos A. Schmitt, para minha amiga&amp;nbsp; Jô.. espero que possa a ajudar nesse momento de dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se nossa fé não for além dos horizontes materiais, se Deus não  significar a certeza de nossa vida que se eterniza, se a ressurreição do  Cristo não for protótipo da nossa, qual será nossa esperança, qual será  nosso consolo?&lt;br /&gt;Você precisa da presença de um amigo que descubra,  com você, novos horizontes para seus olhos cansados de chorar, para o  coração inconformado com a perda de quem, a seu ver, não deveria ter  partido ainda. Sei que pouco dizem as palavras quando o sofrimento fala  bem alto do que elas. Sei, porém, que a sua fé realiza maravilhas e você  está lembrando muito bem que sua vida continua. Por isso mesmo, você  precisa superar as lágrimas, por mais difícil que seja, e readquirir aos  poucos o sorriso que fugiu do seu olhar. Chorar é humano. É sinal de  estima. De amor. De solidariedade. Chorar alivia. Por isso, não faz mal  que você chore. Quando as lágrimas lavam o coração – porque ele ama –  elas são uma bênção. Contudo, lembre-se, amigo, de que você precisa  retornar à lide cotidiana. “fortifique seu coração em Deus e erga os  joelhos vacilantes”, e retome sua vida. Há sempre alguém precisando de  você. Só a fé em Jesus Cristo é capaz de lhe dar o consolo que você procura.  Diante da morte, todos os argumentos terminam. Somos limitados demais  para encontrar a resposta exata que o nosso coração almeja.&lt;br /&gt;“Deus enxugará  toda lágrima de seus olhos.” Sim, meu amigo: ELE enxugará”  suas lágrimas.  Ninguém melhor do que ele, para compreender a sua dor. Não queira,  pois, revoltar-se, se você não compreende o porquê de tudo que sucedeu.  Deus, nosso pai, sabe o que faz. Ele velará por você e não o deixará  sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dói muito ver seu sofrimento querida! Estou aqui para tudo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-5440500828459056563?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/5440500828459056563/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/deixar-aqui-uma-mensagem-extraida-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/5440500828459056563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/5440500828459056563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/deixar-aqui-uma-mensagem-extraida-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-719154472606067639</id><published>2010-05-12T22:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T22:17:22.306-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h4NEUkkJlQ/Sw1KxRYE8bI/AAAAAAAAAk4/bQr3-EDXw0U/s1600/1844388-md.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h4NEUkkJlQ/Sw1KxRYE8bI/AAAAAAAAAk4/bQr3-EDXw0U/s320/1844388-md.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="corpo"&gt;&lt;span class="corpo"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Meu Deus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;me dê a coragem  de viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt; trezentos e sessenta e cinco dias  e noites,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;todos vazios de  Tua presença.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Me dê a coragem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;de considerar esse vazio  como uma  plenitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Faça com que eu  seja&lt;br /&gt;a Tua amante humilde,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;entrelaçada a  Ti em êxtase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Faça com que eu  possa falar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;com este vazio  tremendo&lt;br /&gt;e receber como resposta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;o amor materno que nutre e embala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Faça com que eu tenha a coragem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;de Te amar, sem odiar as Tuas ofensas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;à minha alma e ao meu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Faça com que a  solidão não me destrua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Faça com que  minha solidão&lt;br /&gt;me sirva de companhia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Faça com que eu tenha a coragem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;de me enfrentar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Faça com que eu  saiba ficar com o nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;e mesmo assim  me sentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;como se  estivesse plena de tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Receba  em teus braços meu pecado de pensar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;CLARICE LISPECTOR&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/4944227167931090280-719154472606067639?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/719154472606067639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/meu-deus-me-de-coragem-de-viver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/719154472606067639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/719154472606067639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/meu-deus-me-de-coragem-de-viver.html' title=''/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h4NEUkkJlQ/Sw1KxRYE8bI/AAAAAAAAAk4/bQr3-EDXw0U/s72-c/1844388-md.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-586303340188975936</id><published>2010-05-12T10:43:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T10:45:45.498-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por que permanecer na  confusão dos teus sentimentos, quando podes optar em crescer, amadurecer  e encontrar meios precisos&lt;br /&gt;de estar de bem contigo mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;Deixa tua dor e vai em busca daquilo&lt;br /&gt;que não requer a cura&lt;br /&gt;por trazer a perfeição por si só.&lt;br /&gt;Não permitas que coisa alguma obscureça a necessidade que tens de  encontrar a ti mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;E tudo começa hoje, no teu dia,&lt;br /&gt;no teu momento presente.&lt;br /&gt;Respira e deixa que teu coração&lt;br /&gt;te ensine a alegria de viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bom Dia! Uma mega quarta-feira!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-586303340188975936?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/586303340188975936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/por-que-permanecer-na-confusao-dos-teus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/586303340188975936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/586303340188975936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/por-que-permanecer-na-confusao-dos-teus.html' title=''/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-5934402373810982459</id><published>2010-05-11T22:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T22:54:29.638-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Boa Noite!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ah, e dizer que isto vai acabar, que por si mesmo não pode durar. Não,  ela não está se referindo ao fogo, refere-se ao que sente. O que sente  nunca dura, o que sente sempre acaba, e pode nunca mais voltar.  Encarniça-se então sobre o momento, come-lhe o fogo, e o fogo doce arde,  arde, flameja. Então, ela que sabe que tudo vai acabar, pega a mão  livre do homem, e ao prendê-la nas suas, ela doce arde, arde, flameja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Clarice Lispector&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...estou procurando, estou procurando. Estou tentando me entender.  Tentando dar a alguém o que vivi e não sei a quem, mas não quero ficar  com o que vivi. Não sei o que fazer do que vivi, tenho medo dessa  desorganização profunda.&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4944227167931090280-5934402373810982459?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/5934402373810982459/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/boa-noite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/5934402373810982459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/5934402373810982459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/boa-noite.html' title='Boa Noite!'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-6469838977423733901</id><published>2010-05-11T17:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T17:59:58.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIO CORTANTE E CHUVA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Aí, aí, aí, o frio esta de matarrrrrr !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Desde sábado resolveu nos visitar e aqui ficou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A temperatura mudou de vez, sem perdao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Chovendo, ventando .. Cada pedacinho do corpo travando...Uiii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;É muito bom frioooo ♥... mas foi uma mudança brusca nas temperaturas!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Que a gripe não venha nos visitar.... não sera bem vinda!!! cai fora!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://omeuclubefavorito.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/suika_frio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://omeuclubefavorito.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/suika_frio.jpg" width="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/4944227167931090280-6469838977423733901?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/6469838977423733901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/frio-cortante-e-chuva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/6469838977423733901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/6469838977423733901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/frio-cortante-e-chuva.html' title='FRIO CORTANTE E CHUVA!!!'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-8075373391108985802</id><published>2010-05-11T17:34:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T17:37:08.218-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Supernatural :) !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://img651.imageshack.us/img651/1622/spnislife6temporada.jpg" src="http://img651.imageshack.us/img651/1622/spnislife6temporada.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A CW confirmou a  renovação de suas séries, e Supernatural está na lista!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Então a 6°  temporada está oficialmente confirmada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Do site : &lt;a href="http://www.supernaturalislife.com/"&gt;http://www.supernaturalislife.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Obaaaa!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-8075373391108985802?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/8075373391108985802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/supernatural.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/8075373391108985802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/8075373391108985802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/supernatural.html' title='Supernatural :) !!!'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-7478441374876785647</id><published>2010-05-11T15:11:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T15:47:19.912-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades de vocês...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;...The best Mary e Fran ... Amo vocês!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ycl8OTUssbs&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ycl8OTUssbs&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;kisses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-7478441374876785647?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/7478441374876785647/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/amigas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/7478441374876785647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/7478441374876785647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/amigas.html' title='Saudades de vocês...'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-519844851776625905</id><published>2010-05-06T23:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T23:24:05.032-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisted  Whiskers =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Talvez seja por isso, que a  idéia de plantio seja tão reveladora sobre a arte de viver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver é plantar. É atitude de constante semeadura, de deixar cair na  terra de nossa existencia as mais diversas formas de sementes. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada escolha, por menor que seja, é uma forma de semente que lançamos  sobre o canteiro que somos. Um dia, tudo o que agora silenciosamente  plantamos, ou deixamos plantar em nós,será plantação que poderá ser  vista de longe... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para cada dia, o seu empenho. A sabedoria bíblica nos confirma isso,  quando nos diz que "debaixo do céu há um tempo para cada coisa!" &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, neste tempo que é seu, o futuro está sendo plantado. As escolhas  que você procura, os amigos que você cultiva, as leituras que você faz,  os valores que você abraça, os amores que você ama, tudo será  determinante para a colheita futura. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade talvez seja isso: alegria de recolher da terra que somos,  frutos que sejam agradáveis aos olhos! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infelicidade, talvez seja o contrário. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que não podemos perder de vista é que a vida não é real fora do  cultivo. Sempre é tempo de lançar sementes... Sempre é tempo de recolher  frutos. Tudo ao mesmo tempo. Sementes de ontem, frutos de hoje,  Sementes de hoje, frutos de amanhã! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, não perca de vista o que você anda escolhendo para deixar cair  na sua terra. Cuidado com os semeadores que não lhe amam. Eles têm o  poder de estragar o resultado de muitas coisas. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuidado com os semeadores que você não conhece. Há muita maldade  escondida em sorrisos sedutores... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuidado com aqueles que deixam cair qualquer coisa sobre você, afinal,  você merece muito mais que qualquer coisa. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuidado com os amores passageiros... eles costumam deixar marcas  dolorosas que não passam... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuidado com os invasores do seu corpo... eles não costumam voltar para  ajudar a consertar a desordem... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuidado com os olhares de quem não sabe lhe amar... eles costumam lhe  fazer esquecer que você vale à pena... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuidado com as palavras mentirosas que esparramam por aí... elas  costumam estragar o nosso referencial da verdade... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuidado com as vozes que insistem em lhe recordar os seus defeitos...  elas costumam prejudicar a sua visão sobre si mesmo. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenha medo de se olhar no espelho. É nessa cara safada que você tem,  que Deus resolveu expressar mais uma vez, o amor que Ele tem pelo  mundo. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não desanime de você, ainda que a colheita de hoje não seja muito feliz.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não coloque um ponto final nas suas esperanças. Ainda há muito o que  fazer, ainda há muito o que plantar, e o que amar nessa vida. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao invés de ficar parado no que você fez de errado, olhe para frente, e  veja o que ainda pode ser feito... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida ainda não terminou. E já dizia o poeta "que os sonhos não  envelhecem..." &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai em frente. Sorriso no rosto e firmeza nas decisões. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus resolveu reformar o mundo, e escolheu o seu coração para iniciar a  reforma. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso prova que Ele ainda acredita em você. E se Ele ainda acredita, quem  sou eu pra duvidar...(?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pe. Fábio de Melo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tenha um lindo dia!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/4944227167931090280-7036102882733651752?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/7036102882733651752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/hoje-e-tempo-de-ser-feliz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/7036102882733651752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/7036102882733651752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/hoje-e-tempo-de-ser-feliz.html' title='HOJE É TEMPO DE SER FELIZ!'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-2817224511092557693</id><published>2010-05-01T20:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T20:23:56.615-03:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Sendo este um jornal por excelência, e por excelência dos precisa-se e  oferece-se, vou pôr um anúncio em negrito: precisa-se de alguém homem ou  mulher que ajude uma pessoa a ficar contente porque esta está tão  contente que não pode ficar sozinha com a alegria, e precisa reparti-la.  Paga-se  extraordinariamente bem: minuto por minuto paga-se com a  própria alegria. É urgente pois a alegria dessa pessoa é fugaz como  estrelas cadentes, que até parece que só se as viu depois que tombaram;  precisa-se urgente antes da noite cair porque a noite é muito perigosa e  nenhuma ajuda é possível e fica tarde demais. Essa pessoa que atenda ao  anúncio só tem folga depois que passa o horror do domingo que fere. Não  faz mal que venha uma pessoa triste porque a alegria que se dá é tão  grande que se tem que a repartir antes que se transforme em drama.  Implora-se também que venha, implora-se com a humildade da  alegria-sem-motivo. Em troca oferece-se também uma casa com todas as  luzes acesas como numa festa de bailarinos. Dá-se o direito de dispor da  copa e da cozinha, e da sala de estar. P.S. Não se precisa de prática. E  se pede desculpa por estar num anúncio a dilacerar os outros. Mas juro  que há em meu rosto sério uma alegria até mesmo divina para dar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-2817224511092557693?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/2817224511092557693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/sendo-este-um-jornal-por-excelencia-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/2817224511092557693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/2817224511092557693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/sendo-este-um-jornal-por-excelencia-e.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-3605115556921666172</id><published>2010-05-01T20:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T20:20:16.905-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Far Away - Nickelback</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j4y-RzVGrHg&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j4y-RzVGrHg&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;This time, This place&lt;br /&gt;Misused, Mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Too long, Too late&lt;br /&gt;Who was I to make you wait&lt;br /&gt;Just one chance&lt;br /&gt;Just one breath&lt;br /&gt;Just in case there's just one left&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know, &lt;br /&gt;you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I love you&lt;br /&gt;That I loved you all along&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you&lt;br /&gt;been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;I keep dreaming you'll be with me &lt;br /&gt;and you'll never go&lt;br /&gt;Stop breathing if &lt;br /&gt;I don't see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my knees, I'll ask&lt;br /&gt;Last chance for one last dance&lt;br /&gt;Cause with you, I'd withstand&lt;br /&gt;All of hell to hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it all&lt;br /&gt;I'd give for us&lt;br /&gt;Give anything but I won't give up&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you know, &lt;br /&gt;you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I love you&lt;br /&gt;That I loved you all along&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;I keep dreaming you'll be with me &lt;br /&gt;and you'll never go&lt;br /&gt;Stop breathing if &lt;br /&gt;I don't see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;But you know, you know, you know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted &lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to stay &lt;br /&gt;Cause I needed &lt;br /&gt;I need to hear you say &lt;br /&gt;That I love you &lt;br /&gt;That I loved you all along &lt;br /&gt;And I forgive you &lt;br /&gt;For being away for far too long &lt;br /&gt;So keep breathing &lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm not leaving you anymore&lt;br /&gt;Believe it Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;br /&gt;Keep breathing &lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm not leaving you anymore &lt;br /&gt;Believe it Hold on to me and, never let me go &lt;br /&gt;Keep breathing Hold on to me and, never let me go &lt;br /&gt;Keep breathing Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&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/4944227167931090280-3605115556921666172?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/3605115556921666172/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/far-away-nickelback.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/3605115556921666172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/3605115556921666172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/far-away-nickelback.html' title='Far Away - Nickelback'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-680410663949037041</id><published>2010-05-01T15:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T15:34:29.688-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hum.... Esta um dia tão preguiçoso! Ou será somente eu, preguiçosa?&lt;br /&gt;hehehe... Bingo!&lt;br /&gt;Não aguentando mais, pra ajudar ouvindo audiobook&lt;br /&gt;sono e sono na certa!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Vou vasculhar a net pouquinho....&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.therealmartha.com/WARWhatisAm/CrazyComputerLady_blank.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.therealmartha.com/WARWhatisAm/CrazyComputerLady_blank.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-680410663949037041?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/680410663949037041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/hum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/680410663949037041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/680410663949037041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/05/hum.html' title=''/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-8727557731240283497</id><published>2010-04-25T20:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T20:54:24.503-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Donuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykHhuBBTXg/SpLgx_RCyJI/AAAAAAAAAgA/CbDEu8ElAfQ/s1600/Donuts+amarelo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykHhuBBTXg/SpLgx_RCyJI/AAAAAAAAAgA/CbDEu8ElAfQ/s320/Donuts+amarelo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hummmm delícia!&lt;br /&gt;Queria muito um desses!&lt;br /&gt;Agora :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-8727557731240283497?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/8727557731240283497/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/donuts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/8727557731240283497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/8727557731240283497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/donuts.html' title='Donuts'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykHhuBBTXg/SpLgx_RCyJI/AAAAAAAAAgA/CbDEu8ElAfQ/s72-c/Donuts+amarelo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-7955615084789824685</id><published>2010-04-25T19:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T19:16:37.931-03:00</updated><title type='text'>é isso aí...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fim de domingo com chuva, oba... maravilhoso. Adoro chuva, adoro frio e seções de seriados desde sexta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;não poderia estar melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; "(...) pois é essencial à felicidade que a nossa vida nasça dos nossos  próprios impulsos profundos e não dos gostos e desejos acidentais  daqueles que por acaso são nossos vizinhos ou mesmo nossos amigos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.blogstorage.hi-pi.com/photos/abelhinha.spaceblog.com.br/images/mn/1187010255/A-MAIOR-DOR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://static.blogstorage.hi-pi.com/photos/abelhinha.spaceblog.com.br/images/mn/1187010255/A-MAIOR-DOR.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A maior dor na vida não é morrer, mas ser  ignorado.&lt;br /&gt;É perder alguém que nos amava e que depois deixou de se  importar.&lt;br /&gt;É sermos deixados de lado por quem tanto nos apoiava.&lt;br /&gt;É  constatar que esses são os resultados das nossas negligências.&lt;br /&gt;A  maior dor na vida não é morrer, mas ser esquecido.&lt;br /&gt;É ficar sem o  cumprimento após uma grande conquista.&lt;br /&gt;É não ter um doce amigo  telefonando só para dizer "olá".&lt;br /&gt;É ver a indiferença num rosto quando  abrimos nosso coração.&lt;br /&gt;O que muito dói na vida é ver aqueles que  foram nossos amigos sempre ocupados quando precisamos de alguém para nos  consolar e ajudar a reerguer o nosso espírito.&lt;br /&gt;É quando parece que  nas aflições sobramos somente nós nos importando com nossas tristezas.&lt;br /&gt;Muitas  dores nos afetam, mas isso pode não ser tão pesado se formos mais  presentes e atenciosos.&lt;br /&gt;Cada um de nós tem um papel para desempenhar  no teatro que chamamos vida.&lt;br /&gt;Cada um de nós tem o dever de dizer aos  amigos que os amamos.&lt;br /&gt;Se você não se importa com seus companheiros de  jornada, você não será punido: apenas acabará simplesmente ignorado...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-6276375193103592259?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/6276375193103592259/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/maior-dor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/6276375193103592259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/6276375193103592259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/maior-dor.html' title='A maior dor'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-1176588171020171724</id><published>2010-04-23T11:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T11:39:19.222-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alguém precisa de você</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Você já se sentiu alguma  vez como um zero à esquerda, ou seja, sem valor algum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Você pode responder que  não, mas outras tantas pessoas já tiveram o seu dia de baixa autoestima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;São aqueles dias em que a  gente olha ao redor e não consegue ver nada em que possamos ser úteis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;No entanto, e por essas  mesmas razões, há sempre alguém que precisa de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Há pessoas caladas que  precisam de alguém para conversar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Há pessoas tristes que precisam de alguém que  as conforte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Há pessoas tímidas que precisam de alguém que as ajude a vencer a  timidez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Há  pessoas sozinhas que precisam de alguém para conversar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Há pessoas com medo que  precisam de alguém para lhes dar a mão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Há pessoas fortes, mas que precisam de alguém  que as faça pensar na melhor maneira de usar a sua força.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Há pessoas habilidosas que  precisam que alguém as ajude a descobrir a melhor maneira de usar sua  habilidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Há  pessoas que julgam não saber fazer nada e que precisam de alguém que as  ajude a descobrir o quanto podem fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Há pessoas apressadas que precisam de alguém  que lhes mostre tudo o que não têm tempo para ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Há pessoas impulsivas que  precisam de alguém que as ajude a não magoar os outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Há pessoas que se sentem  perdidas e precisam de alguém que lhes mostre o caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Há pessoas que se julgam  sem importância alguma e precisam de alguém que as ajude a descobrir  como são valiosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;E você, que muitas vezes pensa não ter nenhuma utilidade, pode  ser justamente a pessoa que alguém está precisando agora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;É claro que você não  precisa, nem pode ser a solução para todos os problemas, mas faça o  melhor ao seu alcance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Se não puder ser uma árvore frondosa no topo da  colina, seja um arbusto no vale - mas seja o melhor arbusto do vale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Se não puder ser um  arbusto, seja um ramo - mas seja o ramo mais exuberante a enfeitar a  paisagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;E se  não puder ser um ramo, seja um pequeno tapete de relva para dar alegria a  algum caminhante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Se deseja ser um lindo ramalhete de flores perfumadas, e não  consegue, seja uma singela flor silvestre - mas seja a mais bela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;E nesse esforço de ser útil  a alguém que precisa de você, irá cada vez se tornando mais forte e  mais confiante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;E todos as alegrias que espalhar pelo caminho serão as mesmas  alegrias que encontrará na própria estrada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Por mais difícil que esteja  a situação, nunca deixe de lembrar que alguém precisa de você. E o mais  importante: você pode ajudar alguém.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;:) &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/4944227167931090280-1176588171020171724?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/1176588171020171724/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/alguem-precisa-de-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/1176588171020171724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/1176588171020171724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/alguem-precisa-de-voce.html' title='Alguém precisa de você'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-6064991757723315720</id><published>2010-04-22T12:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T12:00:58.852-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia Da Terra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lunaroutpost.com/gallery/earth/images/earth2_medium.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.lunaroutpost.com/gallery/earth/images/earth2_medium.jpg" width="299" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hoje celebra-se o dia mundial da Terra,&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp; não podia-mos &amp;nbsp;esquecer dela,  &amp;nbsp;ela&amp;nbsp;é o nosso lar pois ela da-nos a vida e nós como cidadão temos como  um dever cuidar dela.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Com a ajuda de todos podemos tornar um mundo melhor!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Boa tarde!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-6064991757723315720?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/6064991757723315720/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/dia-da-terra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/6064991757723315720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/6064991757723315720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/dia-da-terra.html' title='Dia Da Terra'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-5554516263069375127</id><published>2010-04-21T20:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T20:48:49.512-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando o amor acaba</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/gZBOoGP2Y37U9YsRkl2A/x435" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/gZBOoGP2Y37U9YsRkl2A/x435" width="138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;De repente, o  que era luz se faz sombra. A época do namoro, as delicadezas e olhares  apaixonados dão lugar à amargura, à aridez dos dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;E muita gente afirma: &lt;em&gt;O  amor acabou!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Uma sentença que cai pesada sobre os ombros de  quem ouve. O fim do amor talvez seja a mais triste notícia para um ser  humano. Afinal, o amor move o Mundo e enche a vida de alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Mas será que o amor acaba?  Afinal, é um sentimento tão forte que ultrapassa a barreira dos  relacionamentos pessoais e deságua nas relações sociais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Onde há um grupamento humano  há a necessidade de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Amor de pais, de filhos, de amigos. Amor entre um  homem e uma mulher. Que importa de que tipo é o amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Basta que ele exista para que  seu perfume imediatamente transforme os ambientes, ilumine os olhos,  torne o ar mais leve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;E se é tão essencial o amor, por que o deixamos  acabar? Por que permitimos que ele se amesquinhe e seja sufocado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;É que nem sempre sabemos  priorizar o que realmente é importante. Nem sempre sabemos cuidar das  pessoas que mais amamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Por vezes tratamos mal justamente aqueles a quem  mais queremos bem. São nossos pais, irmãos, esposos e filhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Eles deveriam ser nossa  prioridade, mas parecem estar sempre em último lugar. Para eles  deveríamos guardar os gestos de delicadeza, os afagos, as palavras  gentis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Pior ainda é  quando permitimos que os abismos e silêncios aconteçam em nossa casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;É como um câncer, que começa  devagarzinho, vai se instalando e se torna incontrolável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;E tudo começa porque deixamos  de conversar, de trocar experiências, de compartilhar o espaço que  chamamos lar. E assim vamos nos afastando dos seres amados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;E ainda há a negligência.  Deixamos de falar, de sorrir, de dar atenção aos de casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Concentrados em pessoas com as  quais temos contato meramente social, aos poucos substituímos o grupo  familiar pelos amigos, colegas de trabalho e até por gente que acabamos  de conhecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Assim vamos deixando a vida seguir. De repente,  quando percebemos, o tempo passou, os filhos estão adultos, os irmãos  casaram, os pais morreram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Ou estão idosos demais sequer para ter uma  conversa divertida num fim de tarde. O trem da vida seguiu e nós nem o  vimos passar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;É quando chega o arrependimento, a saudade, a  vontade de ficar junto mais um pouco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Nem sempre é preciso esperar: alguém que morre  repentinamente, um acidente, uma doença inesperada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;E percebemos, então, que  desperdiçamos o tempo que estivemos ao lado daquela pessoa especial;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;daquele filho divertido;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;daquela mãe dedicada;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;daquele pai amoroso;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;daquele companheiro que  estava bem ao lado, caminhando junto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Não. O amor não morre. Nós o deixamos murchar,  apagar-se. É nosso desleixo, desatenção e preguiça que sufocam o amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Mas basta regar com cuidado,  sorrisos e carinho, para que ele reviva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Como planta ressequida, o amor  bebe as palavras que lhe dirigimos e se reergue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;O &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;amor &lt;/span&gt;não morre nunca. Mesmo  que acreditemos que ele está morto e enterrado, que desapareceu, ele  apenas aguarda que um gesto de amor o faça reviver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Experimente! Olhe para as  pessoas de sua família, para o seu amor, e lembre-se das belas coisas  que viveram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Não deixe que as más lembranças o contaminem.  Focalize toda a sua atenção nos momentos mais felizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Abrace, afague, sorria junto,  diga o quanto os ama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;E se, de repente, seu coração acelerar, seus  olhos ficarem úmidos e uma indescritível sensação de felicidade tomar  conta de você, não tenha dúvida: são os efeitos contagiantes e  deliciosos do amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Redação do Momento Espírita.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&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/4944227167931090280-5554516263069375127?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/5554516263069375127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/quando-o-amor-acaba.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/5554516263069375127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/5554516263069375127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/quando-o-amor-acaba.html' title='Quando o amor acaba'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-1070537720613788870</id><published>2010-04-21T20:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T20:03:35.368-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oi</title><content type='html'>Tô mais calma...rs! Nossa a tarde foi o fim da picada... esses anormal com sons altos de péssima qualidade...Gente Maluca! Tô calma, mas com muita dor na garganta... Odeio isso, fica ruim para engolir, para falar, para tudo em geral...Ruim isso..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ih61MJ72v1Y&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ih61MJ72v1Y&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijokas...Até mais tarde!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-1070537720613788870?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/1070537720613788870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/oi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/1070537720613788870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/1070537720613788870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/oi.html' title='Oi'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-7422498232479861498</id><published>2010-04-21T16:54:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T17:01:46.998-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aff</title><content type='html'>To com raiva, estressadaaaaa, com dor de cabeça e garganta, portanto estou nervosa, então aí vai...&lt;br /&gt;Acordei bem, mas fiquei mal.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, mau humorada. &lt;br /&gt;Feriado! Tá beleza! Mas tinha que ser numa quarta-feira?&lt;br /&gt;Te juro, até as 15 hrs e alguma coisa estava de bom humor... acabou quando uns elementos resolveu ligar e aumentar o seu som choco... Ain G-suis #me prega na cruz!&lt;br /&gt;Tô a um passo de SURTAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.olhares.com/data/big/29/294414.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.olhares.com/data/big/29/294414.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://img.olhares.com/data/big/29/294414.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Help!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até mais... prometo que volto com algo gostoso de ler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crash!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-7422498232479861498?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/7422498232479861498/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/aff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/7422498232479861498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/7422498232479861498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/aff.html' title='Aff'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-8191273385352683641</id><published>2010-04-21T02:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T02:15:44.224-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Desenvolva a sua capacidade de perceber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;as coisas boas, positivas e otimistas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Elas são em maior número do que os motivos de desânimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Pense nisso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Se é verdade que as circunstâncias têm mil maneiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;de lhe fazer chorar, também é verdade que não têm o poder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;de lhe tirar a alegria nem a vontade de viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://zamanoftoday.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/smile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://zamanoftoday.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/smile.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Boa noite! Hasta luego... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-8191273385352683641?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/8191273385352683641/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/desenvolva-sua-capacidade-de-perceber.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/8191273385352683641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/8191273385352683641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/desenvolva-sua-capacidade-de-perceber.html' title=''/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-6452665961211629246</id><published>2010-04-21T01:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T01:58:21.208-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tf2EWKalAkQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tf2EWKalAkQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"Portas se abrem para a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Deixe todos os seus problemas de lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Um silêncio sagrado fecha portas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Para olhos abertos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Pegue os degraus para as estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Perca o caminho, viaje longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Algum dia... Sempre..."&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; [Epica].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-6452665961211629246?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/6452665961211629246/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/portas-se-abrem-para-vida-deixe-todos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/6452665961211629246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/6452665961211629246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/portas-se-abrem-para-vida-deixe-todos.html' title=''/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-3442334589219239953</id><published>2010-04-21T01:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T01:32:12.078-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que nossos pensamentos determinam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://filosofiadonada.zip.net/images/345.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://filosofiadonada.zip.net/images/345.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Marco  Aurélio, o grande filósofo que dirigiu o Império Romano, resumiu em nove  palavras aquilo que define nosso destino na vida:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nossa vida é  o que os nossos pensamentos determinam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Inspirado nesta afirmativa, o  estudioso Dale Carnegie acrescenta que &lt;em&gt;se tivermos pensamentos  felizes, seremos felizes&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Se pensarmos em coisas que nos causam medo, seremos  medrosos. Se pensarmos em doenças, provavelmente ficaremos doentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Se pensarmos  no fracasso, fracassaremos, com toda certeza. Se nos entregarmos à  autopiedade, todos irão querer nos evitar, afastar-se de nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Normam  Vincent Peale afirmou: &lt;em&gt;você não é o que você pensa que é. Mas o que  você pensa, você é.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tudo isso se resume na ideia de uma atitude positiva  perante a vida. Devemos nos interessar por nossos problemas, mas não nos  preocuparmos com eles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Há uma grande diferença entre uma e outra postura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Interessar-se  significa procurar compreender como são as coisas e tomar calmamente as  medidas necessárias para enfrentá-las.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Preocupar-se significa dar  voltas em círculos inúteis e enlouquecedores. Significa sofrer antes e  ser dominado pelo medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tais posturas são determinadas pelo pensamento,  simplesmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Desta  forma, o pensamento poderá determinar se seremos felizes ou infelizes,  independente de onde estejamos, independente das condições de vida que  temos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Napoleão  Bonaparte e Helen Keller podem ser bons exemplos que atestam tais  afirmações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Napoleão  dispunha de tudo que os homens habitualmente almejam - glória, poderio,  riqueza -, e, não obstante, disse, em seu exílio, na ilha de Santa  Helena: &lt;em&gt;Não conheci jamais seis dias de felicidade em minha vida&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Helen Keller  - cega, surda, muda - todavia, declarou: &lt;em&gt;Considerei a vida tão  bela!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Reflitamos  sobre tal comparação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Como viveram os dois personagens? Que postura mental  apresentou cada um deles diante das adversidades?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;O filósofo grego Epiceto  advertiu-nos que devemos nos preocupar mais em afastar da mente os maus  pensamentos do que remover &lt;em&gt;tumores e abscessos do nosso corpo&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;E a medicina  moderna vem comprovando, dia após dia, que a grande fonte das  enfermidades está na postura mental, na qualidade do nosso pensar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Por isso a  importância de perceber que nossa vida é o que nossos pensamentos  determinam e que vigiando, cuidando do pensar, viveremos muito melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;*&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;*&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Emerson, na  parte final de seu ensaio sobre &lt;em&gt;a confiança em nós mesmos&lt;/em&gt;, diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;Uma vitória  política; um aumento em suas rendas; a recuperação de uma enfermidade; o  regresso de um amigo ausente; ou outro qualquer acontecimento exterior,  anima-lhe o Espírito e você pensa que lhe estão reservados dias  felizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;Não o creia. Jamais pode ser assim. Nada, a não ser você mesmo,  pode trazer-lhe paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/4944227167931090280-3442334589219239953?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/3442334589219239953/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-que-nossos-pensamentos-determinam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/3442334589219239953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/3442334589219239953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-que-nossos-pensamentos-determinam.html' title='O que nossos pensamentos determinam'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-2251633796642444147</id><published>2010-04-20T19:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T19:52:53.617-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Servir sempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Saber-se  útil é essencial para um viver equilibrado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Por isso, convém desenvolver o  hábito de servir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Não  apenas em dias de arrependimento ou reparação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Em todas as circunstâncias, o  serviço é o antídoto do mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Talvez você tenha caído na trama de terríveis enganos e  sonhe em se reabilitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sendo assim, não desperdice a riqueza das horas, em  inúteis lamentações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Levante-se e sirva nos próprios lugares onde espalhou a  sombra do erro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Com  essa atitude humilde, granjeará apoio infalível ao reajuste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Quem sabe  você enfrente duros problemas em sua vida particular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nessa hipótese, livre-se do  fardo inútil da aflição sem proveito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Reanime-se e sirva, no quadro de  provações e dificuldades em que se situa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;A diligência e o labor  funcionarão como preciosas tutoras, abrindo a senda ao concurso  fraterno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Quiçá você  padeça obscura posição no edifício social.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nessa situação, convém se  prevenir do micróbio da inveja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Movimente-se e sirva no anonimato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;A conduta digna e o devotamento  funcionarão como luminosa escada rumo ao Alto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;É provável que você sofra o  assalto de ferozes calúnias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Esqueça a vingança, que seria aviltamento e baixeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Silencie e  sirva, olvidando ofensas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ao eleger o perdão e a atividade no bem como  estandartes, você forjará um invencível escudo contra os dardos da  injúria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Quem o vir  trabalhador e nobre não conseguirá acreditar na maledicência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pode ser que  você suporte o assédio de Espíritos inferiores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Antigos desafetos de outras  vidas podem estar a persegui-lo, no desejo de vê-lo recair em velhos  vícios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Abstenha-se  da queixa sem utilidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Resista e sirva, dedicando-se ao socorro dos que  choram em dificuldades maiores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;A dedicação à beneficência terminará por conquistar a  simpatia de seus próprios adversários.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ao vê-lo incansável no serviço  ao próximo, eles se envergonharão de desejar seu mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;A preguiça é ópio das trevas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Os que não  trabalham transformam-se facilmente em focos de tédio e ociosidade,  revolta e desespero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tornam-se desequilibrados, pessimistas e ressentidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Como prestam  muita atenção nos próprios problemas, acham-se os mais desafortunados  do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Também  estão sempre dispostos a fiscalizar o comportamento alheio e a apontar  falhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ao  contrário, quem se dispõe a amparar raramente encontra tempo para  criticar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Assim,  servir é um imperativo de saúde física e espiritual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Para ser feliz e equilibrado,  impõe-se adquirir esse saudável hábito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Quem busca sinceramente servir  nunca encontra motivos para se arrepender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pense nisso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Boa noite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Volto logo mais..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Beijokas :)&lt;/span&gt;&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/4944227167931090280-2251633796642444147?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/2251633796642444147/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/servir-sempre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/2251633796642444147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/2251633796642444147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/servir-sempre.html' title='Servir sempre'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-7053750779350564366</id><published>2010-04-18T01:28:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T01:45:02.252-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Música: Chances - Five For Fighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="580"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lf2IqQ9SvmA&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lf2IqQ9SvmA&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Provavelmente, quando tudo estiver decidido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quem serão os sortudos que vão sobreviver ao percurso todo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Apesar de você dizer que eu poderia ser a sua resposta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nada dura para sempre, não importa como se sinta hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Provavelmente encontraremos uma nova equação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As chances rolam para longe de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As possibilidades são tudo o que eles esperam ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não me interprete mal, eu nunca diria nunca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Porque apesar de o amor poder mudar o tempo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nenhum ato de Deus pode me afastar de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu sou apenas um homem realista, uma garrafa cheia de conchas e areia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Com medo de amar além do que eu posso perder quando se trata de você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E embora eu nos leve até o fim, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Provavelmente encontraremos dois destinos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As chances rolam pra longe de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ainda assim chances são mais do que expectativas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As possibilidades sobre mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É uma luta de dois para um, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Coloque o seu dinheiro no sol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Até você falhar o que você fez? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Existe uma aposta melhor do que o amor? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Você é apenas o que respira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Você tem que chorar antes de cantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chances, chances &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chances perdidas são as páginas da esperaná rasgadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Talvez desta vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Provavelmente seremos a combinação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As chances vem e me levam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As chances estão esperando para serem tomadas, e eu posso ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As possibilidades são as fascinações &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As chances não vão escapar de mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As possibilidades são apenas o que fazemos delas e tudo que de que  preciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&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/4944227167931090280-7053750779350564366?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/7053750779350564366/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/traducao-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/7053750779350564366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/7053750779350564366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/traducao-video.html' title=''/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-2407529890662355247</id><published>2010-04-18T00:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T00:26:40.887-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u1Hc5VE48Zs/SLHwZLjnn6I/AAAAAAAAByQ/ZY6YFe5mmQc/s1600/emoticon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u1Hc5VE48Zs/SLHwZLjnn6I/AAAAAAAAByQ/ZY6YFe5mmQc/s320/emoticon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bahhhhh sem sono e sem nada pra fazer, tentei msn mas ninguém pra  jogarmos conversa fora... o que fazer? Que tédioooo....vou ficar  perambulando&amp;nbsp; ... Sniff!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A ação da amizade             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="titulo_right" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Vez que  outra, é bom nos determos, por alguns minutos, &amp;nbsp;para  refletir um pouco sobre a ação da amizade em nossas vidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A amizade é o  sentimento que une as almas umas às outras, gerando alegria e  bem-estar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A amizade é  suave expressão do ser humano que necessita intercambiar as forças da  emoção sob os estímulos do entendimento fraternal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Inspiradora  de coragem e de abnegação, a amizade enfloresce as almas, abençoando-as  com resistências para as lutas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Há, no mundo moderno, muita falta de amizade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;O egoísmo  afasta as pessoas e as isola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A amizade as aproxima e irmana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;O medo  agride as almas e as infelicita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A amizade apazigua e alegra os  indivíduos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A  desconfiança desarmoniza as vidas e a amizade equilibra as mentes,  dulcificando os corações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Na área dos amores de profundidade a presença da  amizade é fundamental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Ela nasce de uma expressão de simpatia e firma-se com  as raízes do afeto seguro, fincadas nas terras da alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Quando  outras emoções se enfraquecem no vaivém dos choques, a amizade perdura,  companheira devotada das pessoas que se estimam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Se a amizade  fugisse da Terra, a vida espiritual dos seres se esfacelaria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Ela é meiga e  paciente, vigilante e ativa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Discreta, se apaga, para que brilhe aquele a quem se  afeiçoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Sustenta na  fraqueza e liberta nos momentos de dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A amizade é fácil de ser  vitalizada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Cultivá-la,  constitui dever de todo aquele que pensa e aspira, porquanto, ninguém  logra o êxito, se avança com aridez na alma ou indiferente ao enlevo da  sua fluidez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Quando  passam os impulsos sexuais do amor nos cônjuges, a amizade fica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Quando a  desilusão apaga o fogo dos desejos nos grandes romances, se existe  amizade, não se rompem os liames da união.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A amizade de  Jesus pelos discípulos e pelas multidões, dá-nos até hoje, a dimensão  do que é o amor na sua essência mais pura, demonstrando que ela é o  passo inicial para essa conquista superior que é a meta de todas as  vidas e mandamento maior da Lei Divina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Existe uma  ciência de cultivar a amizade e construir o entendimento. Como acontece  ao trigo, no campo espiritual do amor, não será possível colher sem  semear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Examine,  pois, diariamente, a sua lavoura afetiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Irrigue-a  com a água pura da sinceridade, do perdão, da atenção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Sem esquecer  jamais do adubo do amor, do carinho e do afeto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Imite o  lavrador prudente e devotado, e colherá grandes e precisos resultados.&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/4944227167931090280-2407529890662355247?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/2407529890662355247/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/bahhhhh-seem-sono-e-sem-nada-pra-fazer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/2407529890662355247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/2407529890662355247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/bahhhhh-seem-sono-e-sem-nada-pra-fazer.html' title=''/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u1Hc5VE48Zs/SLHwZLjnn6I/AAAAAAAAByQ/ZY6YFe5mmQc/s72-c/emoticon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-1152999846635727932</id><published>2010-04-17T19:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T19:48:40.102-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Se você quiser descobrir se fez bem à vida do outro, é só descobrir se  quando você saiu da vida dela você a deixou melhor do que quando você a  encontrou". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não se perde na estrada sombria, aquele que tem na  memória a luz do destino final" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que cultiva a simplicidade tem  a facilidade de tornar leve o ambiente em que vive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uma vez  iluminados precisamos acender aqueles que permanecem apagados, porque  desconhecem a fonte que tudo clareia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¨Sempre que você for  impactado por aquilo que é bom nesta vida,&lt;br /&gt;tome consciência de que  Deus ali está¨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Padre Fábio de Melo) &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/4944227167931090280-1152999846635727932?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/1152999846635727932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/palavras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/1152999846635727932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/1152999846635727932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/palavras.html' title='Palavras...'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-8928621067818220404</id><published>2010-04-17T19:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T19:24:58.309-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dica: Um Sonho Possível</title><content type='html'>"Oher é um jovem problemático. Calado e de rosto inexpressivo, ele  praticamente vagava pela vida como um Buda ou algo parecido até que  Leigh Anne Tuohy, uma mulher de classe alta cheia de personalidade, o  adotou como filho. O jovem rodava pela rua procurando um lugar quente  para dormir quando sua futura mãe o acolheu. &lt;br /&gt;Sem família e nem rumo certo, Oher estava morando com os pais de um  amigo (o único talvez), quando eles se mudaram, não o avisando para onde  iriam. Estudando em Mississipi, na escola do filho de Leigh Anne, ele  era figura conhecida de todos, pois se tratava de um jovem negro muito  alto e forte, de pouquíssimas palavras e amigos. Um tipo inusitado em um  local que já foi um epicentro de preconceito racial. Com diversos  problemas de aprendizado, era considerado problemático entre os  professores, que não viam como ensinar o garoto. Acabaram descobrindo  que, por trás das poucas palavras, havia um ouvinte, e métodos especiais  levaram a escola e entender e aceitar este novo aluno como um deles.  Ele começou a se sair melhor na escola.&lt;br /&gt;A amizade entre Oher e o jovem S.J, filho de Leigh Anne, foi um dos  catalisadores desse resgate corajoso, aliado também à total falta de  preconceito e somada a uma imensa bondade e solidariedade. Afinal S.J é  um garotinho, enquanto Oher tinha vinte poucos anos (não sabem ao certo,  pois ele não possuía quase nenhuma documentação)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;Fotos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" bordercolor="#ffffff" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" height="77"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                          &lt;td height="2" width="62%"&gt;&lt;img height="367" src="http://www.cinepop.com.br/fotos2/ladocedo_10.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="367" src="http://www.cinepop.com.br/fotos2/ladocedo_8.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="367" src="http://www.cinepop.com.br/fotos2/ladocedo_7.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="367" src="http://www.cinepop.com.br/fotos2/ladocedo_6.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="367" src="http://www.cinepop.com.br/fotos2/ladocedo_5.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="367" src="http://www.cinepop.com.br/fotos2/ladocedo_4.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="386" src="http://www.cinepop.com.br/fotos2/ladocedo_1.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="386" src="http://www.cinepop.com.br/fotos2/ladocedo_2.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cinepop.com.br/fotos2/ladocedo_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.homemsonhador.com/MulherPretoBranco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://www.homemsonhador.com/MulherPretoBranco.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt; Esperamos demais para fazer o que precisa ser feito, num mundo que só  nos dá um dia de cada vez, sem nenhuma garantia do &lt;strong style="color: black;"&gt;amanhã&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto lamentamos que &lt;strong&gt;a vida é curta&lt;/strong&gt;, agimos como se  tivéssemos a nossa disposição um estoque inesgotável de tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Esperamos demais para dizer as palavras de &lt;strong&gt;perdão&lt;/strong&gt; que  devem ser ditas, para por de lado os rancores que devem ser expulsos,  para expressar gratidão, para dar ânimo, para oferecer consolo.&lt;br /&gt;Esperamos demais para ser generosos, deixando que a demora diminua a  alegria de dar espontaneamente.&lt;br /&gt;Esperamos demais para ser pais de nossos filhos pequenos, esquecendo  quão &lt;strong&gt;curto é o tempo&lt;/strong&gt; em que eles são pequenos, quão  depressa a vida os faz crescer e ir embora.&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: black;"&gt;Esperamos demais para dar carinho aos nossos pais, irmãos e  amigos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;strong style="color: black;"&gt;Quem  sabe quão logo será tarde demais?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; Esperamos demais para ler os livros, ouvir as musicas, ver os quadros  que estão esperando para alargar nossa mente, enriquecer nosso espírito e  expandir nossa alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; Esperamos demais para enunciar as preces que estão esperando para  atravessar nossos lábios, para executar as tarefas que estão esperando  para serem cumpridas, para demonstrar o amor que talvez não seja mais  necessário amanhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; Esperamos demais nos bastidores, quando a vida tem um papel para  desempenhar no palco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: black;"&gt;Deus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; também está  esperando - esperando nós pararmos de esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; Esperando nós começarmos a fazer agora tudo aquilo o qual este dia e  esta vida nos foram dados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Meus amigos é hora de viver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-4074031598939122593?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/4074031598939122593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/urgencia-de-viver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/4074031598939122593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/4074031598939122593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/urgencia-de-viver.html' title='A urgência de Viver'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-4961242877477121256</id><published>2010-04-15T23:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T23:55:22.392-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Promessa é promessa..rsrs e aqui está&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Glee - Endless Love (Glee Cast Version)"&gt;Glee - Endless Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xr9bhWf_R9M&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xr9bhWf_R9M&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-4961242877477121256?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/4961242877477121256/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/promessa-e-promessa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/4961242877477121256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/4961242877477121256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/promessa-e-promessa.html' title=''/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-2875487251755552410</id><published>2010-04-15T18:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T18:38:13.760-03:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Dia todo com dor... entra noite e contínuo com ela....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ibb.unesp.br/Museu_Escola/2_qualidade_vida_humana/imagens/dor_colica.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.ibb.unesp.br/Museu_Escola/2_qualidade_vida_humana/imagens/dor_colica.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Passei&amp;nbsp; tarde toda de cama, mas também&amp;nbsp;não tinha posição certa pra ficar  porque tudo doia!&amp;nbsp; No meu caso a dor veio acompanhada &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;por alguns sintomas como náuseas, vômitos, fadiga,  nervosismo, cefaléia, pernas bambas e etc!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;É triste isso.... Ai só por Deus mesmo.... passar por isso é duro, dureza!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;mas né, é a Vida.... Depois volto com alguma coisa maravilhosa... Estou víciada em Glee (rsrs) e agora pouco ouvi uma música lindaaaaaa... volto logo mais com ela rsrs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;beijokas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-2875487251755552410?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/2875487251755552410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/2875487251755552410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/2875487251755552410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_15.html' title=':('/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-6352098354160126486</id><published>2010-04-15T01:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T18:00:24.024-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnAfscedgwE/RlInbPnRNBI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Lhr15y_hUFM/s1600/bob_esponja_e_patrick.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnAfscedgwE/RlInbPnRNBI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Lhr15y_hUFM/s320/bob_esponja_e_patrick.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tenho amigos que não sabem o quanto são meus amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Não percebem o amor que lhes devoto e a  absoluta necessidade que tenho deles.&lt;br /&gt;A amizade é um sentimento mais  nobre do que o amor.&lt;br /&gt;Eis que permite que o objeto dela se divida em  outros afetos, enquanto o amor tem intrínseco o ciúme, que não admite a  rivalidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E eu poderia suportar,  embora não sem dor, que tivessem morrido todos os meus amores, mas  enlouqueceria se morressem todos os meus amigos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até mesmo  aqueles que não percebem o quanto são meus amigos e o quanto minha vida  depende de suas existências.&lt;br /&gt;A alguns deles não procuro, basta-me  saber que eles existem. Esta mera condição me encoraja a seguir em  frente pela vida. É delicioso que eu saiba e sinta que os adoro, embora  não declare e não os procure.&lt;br /&gt;E às vezes, quando os procuro, noto que  eles não têm noção de como me são necessários, de como são  indispensáveis ao meu equilíbrio vital, porque eles fazem parte do mundo  que eu, tremulamente, construí.&lt;br /&gt;E me envergonho, porque essa minha  prece é em síntese, dirigida ao meu bem estar.&lt;br /&gt;Ela é, talvez, fruto  do meu egoísmo.&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes, mergulho em pensamentos sobre alguns  deles.&lt;br /&gt;Quando viajo e fico diante de lugares maravilhosos, cai-me  alguma lágrima por não estarem junto de mim, compartilhando daquele  prazer.&lt;br /&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, falando comigo, vivendo comigo, todos os meus amigos, e,  principalmente os que não desconfiam ou talvez nunca vão saber que são  meus amigos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente não faz amigos, reconhece-os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Vinícius  de Moraes}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o meu carinho... pois  cada amigo tem um cantinho especial em meu coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-6352098354160126486?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/6352098354160126486/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/tenho-amigos-que-nao-sabem-o-quanto-sao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/6352098354160126486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/6352098354160126486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/tenho-amigos-que-nao-sabem-o-quanto-sao.html' title=''/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YnAfscedgwE/RlInbPnRNBI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Lhr15y_hUFM/s72-c/bob_esponja_e_patrick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-2965491481074829284</id><published>2010-04-13T23:34:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T23:34:22.211-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boa Noite!&lt;br /&gt;Mais um dia chega ao fim! E com ele a &lt;br /&gt;certeza de  que fizemos nossa parte! &lt;br /&gt;De que participamos com coragem e  Amor! &lt;br /&gt;Dessa grande sinfonia fantástica &lt;br /&gt;Chamada vida! &lt;br /&gt;Ainda  que algum sonho &lt;br /&gt;Não tenha realizado hoje!&lt;br /&gt;Que esta noite traga &lt;br /&gt;O  amadurecimento de idéias&lt;br /&gt;E que amanhã seja repleta de sons! De  Alegria! Amor! &lt;br /&gt;Que seu despertar traga otimismo! &lt;br /&gt;Que seu novo  dia revele a Você a felicidade! &lt;br /&gt;E não se esqueça,&lt;br /&gt;Você nasceu  pra ser feliz! Durma Com Deus ! Lindos Sonhos !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&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/4944227167931090280-2965491481074829284?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/2965491481074829284/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/boa-noite-mais-um-dia-chega-ao-fim-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/2965491481074829284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/2965491481074829284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/boa-noite-mais-um-dia-chega-ao-fim-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-6412469851441903997</id><published>2010-04-13T22:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T22:54:58.265-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Boa Noite ;)!</title><content type='html'>Pra começar..rsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iG5MCl0twsg&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iG5MCl0twsg&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-6412469851441903997?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/6412469851441903997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/boa-noite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/6412469851441903997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/6412469851441903997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/boa-noite.html' title='Boa Noite ;)!'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-4621439720060428162</id><published>2010-04-12T21:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T21:59:55.398-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Você já Ganhou um Abraço Hoje?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="HOTWordsTxt" name="HOTWordsTxt" style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mande para alguém que você realmente goste...&lt;br /&gt;e se ele se importar com você, também o enviará de volta pra você...&lt;br /&gt;Então veja quantos realmente se importam....&lt;br /&gt;Mande-o de volta.&lt;br /&gt;Abraços!&lt;br /&gt;Você acaba de ser abraçado.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Existe algo em um simples abraço que sempre aquece o coração&lt;br /&gt;e dá-nos boas vindas ao voltarmos para casa, e torna mais fácil a  partida.&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço é uma forma de dividir as alegrias e tristezas que passamos,&lt;br /&gt;ou só uma forma para amigos dizerem que se gostam porque,&lt;br /&gt;simplesmente, você é você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Abraços significam amor para alguém com quem realmente nos  importamos.....&lt;br /&gt;para nossos avós ou nossos vizinhos, ou até mesmo para um gatinho  amigo......&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço é algo espantoso... é a forma perfeita de mostrar&lt;br /&gt;o amor que sentimos, mas que palavras não podem dizer.&lt;br /&gt;É engraçado como um simples abraço faz-nos sentir bem...&lt;br /&gt;em qualquer lugar ou língua...&lt;br /&gt;É sempre compreendido...&lt;br /&gt;E abraços não precisam de equipamentos, pilhas ou baterias especiais...&lt;br /&gt;É só abrir os braços e os corações...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/u0jqT9ZPc5mFPcZVeOJs/340x255" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="151" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/u0jqT9ZPc5mFPcZVeOJs/340x255" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Guarde este abraço !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Logo mais voltarei com algum vídeo de boa noite :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;hasta luego! &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&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/4944227167931090280-4621439720060428162?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/4621439720060428162/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/voce-ja-ganhou-um-abraco-hoje.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/4621439720060428162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/4621439720060428162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/voce-ja-ganhou-um-abraco-hoje.html' title='Você já Ganhou um Abraço Hoje?'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-5504212214579849177</id><published>2010-04-11T22:03:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:27:44.371-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Glee - Defying Gravity  ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_S9CZS9Wtfw&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_S9CZS9Wtfw&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-5504212214579849177?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/5504212214579849177/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/glee-defying-gravity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/5504212214579849177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/5504212214579849177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/glee-defying-gravity.html' title='Glee - Defying Gravity  ;)'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-1889328051866024383</id><published>2010-04-11T21:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T21:55:57.151-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Mude.Mas comece devagar, porque a direção é mais importante que a  velocidade.Sente-se em outra cadeira, no outro lado da mesa.Mais tarde,  mude de mesa.Quando sair, procure andar pelo outro lado da rua.Depois,  mude de caminho, ande por outras ruas,calmamente,observando com atenção  os lugares por onde vocêpassa.Tome outros ônibus.Mude por uns tempos o  estilo das roupas.Dê os teus sapatos velhos. Procure andar  descalçoalguns dias.Tire uma tarde inteira pra passear livremente  napraia, ou no parque,e ouvir o canto dos passarinhos.Veja o mundo de  outras perspectivas.Abra e feche as gavetas e portas com a mão  esquerda.Durma do outro lado da cama...depois, procure dormir em outras  camas.Assista a outros programas de TV, compre outrosjornais... leia  outros livros.Viva outros romances.Não faça do hábito um estilo de  vida.Ame a novidade.Durma mais tarde. Durma mais cedo.Aprenda uma  palavra nova por dia numa outra língua.Corrija a postura.Coma um pouco  menos, escolha comidas diferentes,novos temperos, novas cores, novas  delícias.Tente o novo todo dia,o novo lado, o novo método, o novo sabor,  o novojeito, o novo prazer, o novo amor, a nova vida.Tente.Busque novos  amigos.Tente novos amores.Faça novas relações.Almoce em outros locais,  vá a outros restaurantes,tome outro tipo de bebida, compre pão em  outrapadaria.Almoce mais cedo, jante mais tarde ou vice-versa.Escolha  outro mercado... outra marca de sabonete,outro creme dental...tome banho  em novos horários.Use canetas de outras cores.Vá passear em outros  lugares.Ame muito, cada vez mais, de modos diferentes.Troque de bolsa,  de carteira, de malas,troque de carro, compre novos óculos, escrevas  outraspoesias.Jogue fora os velhos relógios,quebre delicadamente esses  horrorosos despertadores.Abra conta em outro banco.Vá a outros cinemas,  outros cabeleireiros, outrosteatros, visite novos museus.Mude.Lembre-se  que a vida é uma só.E pense seriamente em arrumar um novo emprego,uma  nova ocupação, um trabalho mais light, maisprazeroso,mais digno, mais  humano.Se você não encontrar razões para ser livre,invente-as.Seja  criativo.E aproveite para fazer uma viagem despretensiosa,longa,se  possível sem destino. Experimente coisas novas.Troque novamente.Mude, de  novo.Experimente outra vez.Você certamente conhecerá coisas melhorese  coisas piores do que as já conhecidas. Mas não é isso o que importa. O  mais importante é a mudança, o movimento, odinamismo, a energia.Só o que  está morto não muda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale pela tentativa, não custa nada mesmo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;P. Bial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-1889328051866024383?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/1889328051866024383/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/mude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/1889328051866024383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/1889328051866024383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/mude.html' title='Mude'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-3032926359297832398</id><published>2010-04-11T00:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T00:48:55.193-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem sono, mas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Com este friozinho a fazer não dá pra ficar perambulando noite adentro.. O jeito é se aquecer mais "cedo" (eu e meus horários de Sábados), o que é maravilhoso.. pena que estou sem sono algum e&amp;nbsp; internet não me oferece conteúdos exigidos :( , ja&amp;nbsp; a TV tem uns filmes bacanas, ainda melhor opção é dormir!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Boa Noite!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Bjks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Vento cantando hummm maravilha esse som... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/Cais1/place19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/Cais1/place19.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Até a próxima!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-3032926359297832398?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/3032926359297832398/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/sem-sono-mas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/3032926359297832398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/3032926359297832398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/sem-sono-mas.html' title='Sem sono, mas...'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-5010055657004569411</id><published>2010-04-11T00:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T00:29:27.146-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Conquista da felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t84eCdGDexo/SWYhRD8VfcI/AAAAAAAAACc/uCayIc6qgeM/s1600/FELICIDADE.php" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t84eCdGDexo/SWYhRD8VfcI/AAAAAAAAACc/uCayIc6qgeM/s320/FELICIDADE.php" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Felicidade é  algo que todos anseiam e, ao mesmo tempo, procuram. A maioria de nós,  ao falar sobre a felicidade, costuma comparar-se com alguém que acredita  ser mais feliz: um parente, um colega, um amigo ou um simples  conhecido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Um escritor  americano contou que, certa vez, um jovem lhe chamou a atenção por ser  feliz e muito bem-sucedido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ele tinha mulher e filhas e podia-se observar a sua  alegria no trabalho, que era conduzir um programa de entrevistas na  rádio de sua cidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;O escritor confessa que invejou aquele rapaz que tinha  tudo sem muito esforço, um desses raros afortunados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mas, entretendo-se a conversar  com ele, o assunto derivou para as questões da Internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Foi quando o rapaz lhe  confessou que apreciava muito a Internet porque ela lhe possibilitava  constantes pesquisas no campo da enfermidade chamada esclerose múltipla,  doença terrível que afligia a sua mulher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Como se percebe, o segredo da  felicidade não está em possuir coisas, posições ou vantagens pessoais. É  uma questão de ser grato por aquilo que se tem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;De um modo geral, pensamos que  as pessoas infelizes reclamam de tudo. Mas é exatamente o contrário: as  pessoas são infelizes porque de tudo reclamam. Não sabem ser gratas e  nem valorizam o que têm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;É como alguém que olhasse para um telhado e  descobrisse a falta de uma telha. Ora, o importante é que só falta uma  telha e mais dia, menos dia, se conseguirá colocá-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;O que não se pode esquecer é  que o telhado todo está coberto, impedindo a ação dos ventos e das  chuvas sobre a casa onde moramos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;O outro segredo da felicidade é  dar um sentido à vida. Ninguém é feliz vivendo simplesmente por viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;É preciso  escolher uma atividade que nos alegre a existência. Pode ser qualquer  ocupação útil. Estudar, trabalhar em favor de alguém ou de uma  instituição, devotar-se ao atendimento de um necessitado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;É indispensável uma fé  espiritual. A crença em Deus, Pai de amor que por todos vela, não  importando o nome que se Lhe dê.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Crer que esta existência é  passageira e que tem por objetivo nos proporcionar oportunidades de  crescimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Que a  verdadeira vida é a do Espírito imortal que sobrevive às catástrofes, às  enfermidades, à morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;A felicidade, em verdade, está sob nosso controle. É  uma batalha a ser travada e um sentimento a ser guardado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;A prova disto é que pessoas que  têm uma vida relativamente fácil se mostram infelizes, por vezes.  Enquanto outras que sofreram muito, continuam, de modo geral, felizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;*&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;*&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;A felicidade  é um sentimento que deve ser levado a sério. Cada um de nós deve ser  tão feliz quanto possível, porque ninguém aprecia viver ao lado de  alguém infeliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Imaginemos:  como é para uma criança crescer em companhia de um pai infeliz? Ou um  pai ver seu filho crescendo infeliz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ou para uma esposa viver ao lado  de um homem infeliz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;A verdadeira conquista está na luta para ser feliz,  descobrindo e valorizando as pequenas coisas, de um desabrochar de flor a  um dia de sol, a bênção da chuva num dia de verão intenso, a brisa do  mar na manhã que promete ser escaldante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Enfim, a bênção de viver no  mundo e respirar este ar maravilhoso, na Terra que nos foi dada por  Deus, para nosso crescimento interior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/4944227167931090280-5010055657004569411?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/5010055657004569411/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/conquista-da-felicidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/5010055657004569411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/5010055657004569411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/conquista-da-felicidade.html' title='Conquista da felicidade'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t84eCdGDexo/SWYhRD8VfcI/AAAAAAAAACc/uCayIc6qgeM/s72-c/FELICIDADE.php' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-6142312606333868062</id><published>2010-04-09T21:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T21:18:13.662-03:00</updated><title type='text'>;)</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Oi gente estou voltando a blogar..rsrrs....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;E começando com Evanescence de Bring me to life &lt;/span&gt;(Adoro/Amo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;object height="360" width="580"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KpmSHb-aRB0&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KpmSHb-aRB0&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Até a próxima... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-6142312606333868062?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/6142312606333868062/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/6142312606333868062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/6142312606333868062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_09.html' title=';)'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-2062841743295209737</id><published>2010-04-06T23:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T23:23:22.261-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Que eu não perca…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="snap_preview" style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flogme.com.br/flv/2010/03/02/35204.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://static.flogme.com.br/flv/2010/03/02/35204.gif" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que Deus não permita que eu perca o ROMANTISMO,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que as rosas não falam…&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não perca o OTIMISMO,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que o futuro&lt;br /&gt;que nos espera pode não ser tão alegre…&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não perca a VONTADE DE VIVER,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que a vida é,&lt;br /&gt;em muitos momentos, dolorosa…&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não perca a vontade de TER GRANDES AMIGOS,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que, com as voltas do mundo,&lt;br /&gt;eles acabam indo embora de nossas vidas…&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não perca a vontade de AJUDAR AS PESSOAS,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sabendo que muitas delas são incapazes&lt;br /&gt;de ver, reconhecer e retribuir, esta ajuda…&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não perca o EQUILÍBRIO, mesmo sabendo&lt;br /&gt;que inúmeras forças querem que eu caia…&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não perca A VONTADE DE AMAR,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que a pessoa que&lt;br /&gt;eu mais amo pode não sentir o mesmo sentimento por mim…&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não perca a LUZ E O BRILHO NO OLHAR,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que muitas coisas&lt;br /&gt;que verei no mundo escurecerão os meus olhos…&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não perca a GARRA,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que a derrota e a perda&lt;br /&gt;São dois adversários extremamente perigosos…&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não perca a RAZÃO,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que as tentações da vida&lt;br /&gt;são inúmeras e deliciosas…&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não perca o sentimento de JUSTIÇA,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que o prejudicado possa ser eu…&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não perca o meu FORTE ABRAÇO,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que um dia os meus braços estarão fracos…&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não perca a BELEZA E A ALEGRIA DE VIVER,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que muitas lágrimas brotarão dos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;e escorrerão por minha alma…&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não perca o AMOR POR MINHA FAMÍLIA,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que ela muitas vezes&lt;br /&gt;me exigiria esforços incríveis para manter a sua harmonia…&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não perca a vontade de DOAR ESTE ENORME AMOR que existe em meu  coração,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que muitas vezes ele será submetido e até rejeitado…&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não perca a vontade de SER GRANDE,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que o mundo é pequeno…&lt;br /&gt;E acima de tudo…&lt;br /&gt;Que eu jamais me esqueça que Deus me ama infinitamente!&lt;br /&gt;Que um pequeno grão de alegria e esperança dentro de cada um&lt;br /&gt;é capaz de mudar e transformar qualquer coisa, pois…&lt;br /&gt;A VIDA É CONSTRUÍDA NOS SONHO&lt;br /&gt;SE CONCRETIZADA NO AMOR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chico Xavier&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/4944227167931090280-2062841743295209737?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/2062841743295209737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/que-eu-nao-perca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/2062841743295209737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/2062841743295209737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/04/que-eu-nao-perca.html' title='Que eu não perca…'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-1955623730578874723</id><published>2010-03-20T14:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T14:49:21.605-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim do Verão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eita coisa boa, terminando o verão com chuva&amp;nbsp; aqui no PR... Maravilhoso, adoro!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fiocruz.br/biosseguranca/Bis/infantil/veraofc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.fiocruz.br/biosseguranca/Bis/infantil/veraofc.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Seja Bienvenido Outono (essa boas vindas deveria ser amanhã, mas já vou adiantando)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fiocruz.br/biosseguranca/Bis/infantil/outono1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://www.fiocruz.br/biosseguranca/Bis/infantil/outono1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;bom sábado a todos followers...&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/4944227167931090280-1955623730578874723?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/1955623730578874723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/03/fim-do-verao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/1955623730578874723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/1955623730578874723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/03/fim-do-verao.html' title='Fim do Verão...'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-2085270923470207752</id><published>2010-03-17T10:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T10:00:53.772-03:00</updated><title type='text'>RECOMEÇAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FYqC8_RW82k/SgiqrqTy14I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Qy636WBJtJU/s1600/recome%C3%A7ar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FYqC8_RW82k/SgiqrqTy14I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Qy636WBJtJU/s320/recome%C3%A7ar.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não importa onde você parou... em que momento da vida você se cansou... o que importa é que sempre é possível e necessário recomeçar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recomeçar é dar uma nova chance a si mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É renovar as esperanças na vida e, o mais importante: acreditar em você novamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofreu muito nesse período? Foi aprendizado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorou muito? Foi limpeza da alma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficou com raiva das pessoas? Foi para perdoá-las um dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentiu-se só por diversas vezes? É porque fechou a porta até para os anjos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está se sentindo sozinho? Talvez você tenha afastado as pessoas no seu "período de isolamento"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acreditou que tudo estava perdido? Era o início da sua melhora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois bem, agora é hora de reiniciar, de pensar na luz... de encontrar prazer nas coisas simples de novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem tanta gente esperando apenas um sorriso seu para se aproximar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tal dar um jeito no visual, fazer um novo curso ou realizar aquele velho desejo de aprender a pintar, desenhar, dominar o computador, ou qualquer outra coisa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observe quantos desafios a vida está a lhe oferecer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanta coisa nova está esperando para ser descoberta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando nos trancamos na tristeza, nem nós mesmos nos suportamos, ficamos horríveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mau humor vai minando nosso fígado, até a boca ficar amarga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você está se sentindo assim, com a sensação de derrota, é hora de recomeçar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E hoje é um bom dia para enfrentar novos desafios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defina aonde você quer chegar e dê o primeiro passo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comece por fazer uma faxina mental, jogando fora todos esses pensamentos e sentimentos pessimistas que se acumularam ao longo do tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atire para longe os ressentimentos, as mágoas, os melindres que impedem a felicidade de entrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desfaça-se desse sentimento de inferioridade, de incapacidade, e valorize-se. Você é o que fizer de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em seguida, faça uma faxina no seu quarto. Jogue fora todo aquele lixo que você acumula há tempos, só como recordação do passado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papéis velhos dos quais você nunca precisou. Disco e fitas que você não irá mais ouvir, ingressos de cinema, bilhetes de viagens, e tudo aquilo que só traz recordações tristes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abra seu guarda-roupa e retire tudo o que não usa mais. Doe para alguém que precisa. Doe os calçados que apertam seus pés ou que não servem porque seu número não é mais o mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para recomeçar é preciso abrir espaços mentais e físicos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois que tomar essas providências, leia um bom livro, assista um bom filme, para alimentar sua mente com idéias positivas e otimistas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproxime-se dos amigos, dos familiares, das pessoas alegres que ajudarão você a sustentar o bom ânimo e a coragem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evite, enquanto se restabelece, a presença de pessoas pessimistas e desanimadas. Só as busque quando estiver forte o bastante puder ajudá-las.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busque um lugar calmo e eleve a Deus uma prece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas comece agradecendo pela vida, pelas oportunidades renovadas, pelos obstáculos e desafios que surgem no caminho. Eles nos fazem mais forte quando os superamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se: o dia de hoje é uma página em branco que o Criador lhe oferece para que você escreva um novo capítulo da sua história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recomeçar é só uma questão de querer. Se você quer, Deus quer. É por isso que Ele acena sempre com essa nova chance chamada presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pense nisso e não perca nem mais um minuto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tenham todos um belíssimo dia de quarta-feira!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Super beijos e abraços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Michele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4944227167931090280-2085270923470207752?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/2085270923470207752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/03/recomecar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/2085270923470207752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/2085270923470207752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/03/recomecar.html' title='RECOMEÇAR'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FYqC8_RW82k/SgiqrqTy14I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Qy636WBJtJU/s72-c/recome%C3%A7ar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-6411140838151179412</id><published>2010-03-10T23:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T23:32:52.929-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Novidades :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qm9_b86jfwM/SrAvegoalGI/AAAAAAAAAe0/C2WCYMAPGzE/balan%C3%A7a%5B5%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="284" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qm9_b86jfwM/SrAvegoalGI/AAAAAAAAAe0/C2WCYMAPGzE/balan%C3%A7a%5B5%5D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Olá, como vão vocês??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Hoje venho com novidades (o título já dizia..néh?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Como algumas pessoas já sabem desde de dezembro  peguei firme numa dieta... é cansei de estar acima do peso e naquele efeito sanfona, ninguém merece... Então,  hoje chegou minha balança pra ajudar-me no controle do peso, e além disso, também adicionei uma outra dieta, a DIETA DOS PONTOS! Muito mais fácil e correta para mim, fazia a dieta das notas e além de ganhar peso, passava os dias com dores de cabeça... pois bem quando resolvi abandonar DDN perdi exatamente 8 Kg do meu modo e sem ficar tonta... Muito happy!!!! Agora a meta é perder mais 10 quilos com a DDP... Então, vou que  vou firme e forte, focar na minha meta.... e controlando tudooo!!! Até a próx. quando voltar espero trazer boas notícias&amp;nbsp; ^_^.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Beijos, hasta luego!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-6411140838151179412?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/6411140838151179412/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/03/novidades.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/6411140838151179412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/6411140838151179412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/03/novidades.html' title='Novidades :)'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qm9_b86jfwM/SrAvegoalGI/AAAAAAAAAe0/C2WCYMAPGzE/s72-c/balan%C3%A7a%5B5%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-8058612474773413325</id><published>2010-03-08T14:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T14:08:17.037-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia Internacional da Mulher!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/Paolo-Grossi/Nude-Print-C12314129.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/Paolo-Grossi/Nude-Print-C12314129.jpeg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um dia sempre é melhor que o outro.&lt;br /&gt;É exatamente desta forma que você  tenta &lt;br /&gt;transformar um dia comum, em talvez, um &lt;br /&gt;dos melhores dias  de sua vida, acreditando sempre &lt;br /&gt;na possibilidade de conquistar e  avançar a &lt;br /&gt;frente mesmo que a longo prazo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decidida,  trabalhadora e confiante constrói suas próprias estratégias e vai  cumprindo com dignidade e honradez as imposições colocadas pelo destino  em seus caminhos, tornando os de formas conformadas como se fossem  simples conseqüências de tudo o que pretende.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O carinho  das pessoas que a amam torcem por &lt;br /&gt;você e será seu grande apogeu, a  premiação &lt;br /&gt;pela vitória bravamente alcançada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje está sendo  melhor que ontem &lt;br /&gt;um dia comum se tornou seu, &lt;br /&gt;a prova real da  consagração do seu importante papel na sociedade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Parabéns... Um beijinho especial à encantada que faz hoje anos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4944227167931090280-8058612474773413325?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/8058612474773413325/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/03/dia-internacional-das-mulheres.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/8058612474773413325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/8058612474773413325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/03/dia-internacional-das-mulheres.html' title='Dia Internacional da Mulher!'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-8672084151316358162</id><published>2010-02-26T02:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T02:24:25.547-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pois é...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JobwXYqw32E/SsXY7yHlXfI/AAAAAAAAANU/Zz5qY8c2pU4/s1600/Ins%C3%B4nia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JobwXYqw32E/SsXY7yHlXfI/AAAAAAAAANU/Zz5qY8c2pU4/s200/Ins%C3%B4nia.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;3 dias sem dormir direito, e no detalhe acordando as 6:00 hs...E, o que estou fazendo acordada há essa hora digitando isso? Nem eu mesma sei dizer o que me causa essa falta de vontade de dormir, Me lembro apenas que quando&amp;nbsp; olhei brevemente o relógio vi que eram somente 1:43 da manhã,.. o que me fez perceber pouco depois enquanto já estava tomando um copo de água.&lt;br /&gt;E já são 1:50 da manhã o que me faria voltar à cama preparada para completar a minha querida noite de sono, o que por bem da verdade não aconteceu, eu deitei e sem entender direito o motivo simplesmente não dormi. Varias mexidas de um lado para o outro e, depois pude notar que ainda não estou dormindo e o relógio&amp;nbsp; já esta marcando 2:07 hs da manhã, o que me leva a tomar medidas mais drásticas, daquelas que se toma quando não se consegue dormir de jeito nenhum, contar carneiros, muitos carneiros, elefantes, camelos, cavalos e etc (o que também não funciona)...Desse jeito logo só terei tempo de dar um cochilo, vamos tentar pensar em coisas boas, fechar bem os olhos e lutar contra essa coisa de falta de sono, afinal tanta gente tem insônia e consegue viver (!! quem sabe...fica a dúvida no ar), eu também posso de alguma forma conseguir nem que sejam uns minutinhos de sono .............Humm, depois mais "tarde" conto que fim deu essa história... Já são 2:24 hs...e, nada do sono chegar :P!...Bem, vou ver TV..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;hasta luego!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-8672084151316358162?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/8672084151316358162/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/02/pois-e.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/8672084151316358162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/8672084151316358162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/02/pois-e.html' title='Pois é...'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JobwXYqw32E/SsXY7yHlXfI/AAAAAAAAANU/Zz5qY8c2pU4/s72-c/Ins%C3%B4nia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-8417215190133474882</id><published>2010-02-21T20:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T17:09:51.689-03:00</updated><title type='text'>De hoje em diante</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S4HBYoOeYBI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/FkBbwVfLMjE/s1600-h/alberich.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S4HBYoOeYBI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/FkBbwVfLMjE/s200/alberich.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Você já                       traçou, alguma vez, um plano de felicidade ainda  que por                       apenas um dia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pois  uma                       pessoa nos enviou um plano que trará dias muito  felizes                       para quem o seguir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ela  se                       propôs ao seguinte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;De                       hoje em diante, todos os dias, ao acordar, direi:  eu hoje                       vou ser feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vou                       lembrar de agradecer ao sol pelo seu calor e  luminosidade.                       Sentirei que estou vivendo, respirando. Posso  desfrutar de                       todos os recursos da natureza, gratuitamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não                       preciso comprar o canto dos pássaros, nem o  murmúrio das                       ondas do mar. Lembrarei de observar a beleza das  árvores,                       das flores, da relva, da natureza em geral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vou                       sorrir mais, sempre que puder. Vou cultivar mais  amizades                       e neutralizar as inimizades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não                       vou julgar os atos dos meus semelhantes e vou  aprimorar os                       meus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lembrarei                       de ligar para alguém só para dizer que estou com                       saudades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Reservarei                       alguns minutos de silêncio para ter a oportunidade  de                       ouvir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não                       vou lamentar nem amargar as injustiças, mas vou  pensar no                       que posso fazer para diminuir seus efeitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Terei                       sempre em mente que o tempo passado não volta mais  e vou                       aproveitar bem todos os minutos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não                       vou sofrer por antecipação, prevendo futuros  incertos,                       nem com atraso, lembrando de coisas sobre as quais  não                       posso fazer nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não                       vou sofrer pelo que não tenho e que gostaria de  ter, e                       buscarei ser feliz com o que possuo. E o maior bem  que                       tenho é a própria vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vou                       lembrar de ler uma poesia, ouvir uma canção e  dedicá-las                       a alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vou                       fazer algo por alguma pessoa sem esperar nada em  troca,                       apenas pelo prazer de vê-la sorrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vou                       lembrar que existe alguém que me quer bem, e  dedicar uns                       minutos para pensar em Deus, assim ele saberá que  está                       sempre em meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vou                       procurar transmitir um pouco de alegria aos  outros,                       especialmente quando sentir que a tristeza e o  desânimo                       querem se aproximar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E,                       quando a noite chegar, eu vou olhar para o céu,  para as                       estrelas e para o luar e agradecer aos anjos e a  Deus,                       porque hoje eu fui feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;                       &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;                       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sem                       dúvida esse é um roteiro traçado por alguém que  deseja                       realmente conquistar a paz de consciência e, por  conseqüência,                       a felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E                       nós podemos até dizer que tudo isso é muito  difícil de                       alcançar, mas uma coisa é certa: é bem simples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A                       única coisa que precisamos, é ter vontade. E para                       acionar a vontade, basta querer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;                       &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;                       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Existe                       uma pessoa, e somente uma, capaz de fazer você  feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se                       você deseja conhecê-la, fique em frente ao espelho  e                       diga: olá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No                       espelho você verá a pessoa responsável pelo seu                       destino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Você                       é herdeiro de si mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Seus                       atos lhe pertencem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E                       a sua felicidade espera pela sua decisão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pense                       nisso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma excelente semana...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Beijo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Michele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-8417215190133474882?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/8417215190133474882/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/02/de-hoje-me-diante.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/8417215190133474882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/8417215190133474882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/02/de-hoje-me-diante.html' title='De hoje em diante'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S4HBYoOeYBI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/FkBbwVfLMjE/s72-c/alberich.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-1566513446199167380</id><published>2010-02-20T19:52:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T19:59:25.032-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninguém Merece!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_od94ieevh_Y/So7iz4UeNnI/AAAAAAAAMWw/WqGYV_T65Ew/s1600/dee_preguica.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_od94ieevh_Y/So7iz4UeNnI/AAAAAAAAMWw/WqGYV_T65Ew/s320/dee_preguica.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Estou mesmo com um ataque de preguiça....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Falar de preguiça... hum, isso deve cansar um bocadinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu  hoje estou tão preguiçosa que até preciso que me mastiguem os alimentos #fato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E mais, tô com muita mas muita dor de cabeça e esquisita...pra lá de esquisita né,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;ja dei meu golpe de misericórdia....e cá estou :@!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Bem sei lá porque vim aqui postar essas coisas, talvez porque blogar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;faz parte das tarefas do dia-a-dia..rsrs...sei lá, pode ser isso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Hummm...bom início de noite a todos vocês.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Bjo, Mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Até mais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-1566513446199167380?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/1566513446199167380/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/1566513446199167380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/1566513446199167380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_20.html' title='Ninguém Merece!!!'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_od94ieevh_Y/So7iz4UeNnI/AAAAAAAAMWw/WqGYV_T65Ew/s72-c/dee_preguica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-5917408169430581215</id><published>2010-02-18T19:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T19:49:37.459-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Essa música é um grande incentivo para mim.... tudo haver nesse meu processo (quem me conhece sabe do que me refiro)...!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu acredito que posso voar - &lt;span class="nolink"&gt;I  Believe I Can Fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;R.  Kelly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu costumava pensar que eu não pudesse prosseguir.&lt;br /&gt;E a vida não era nada, além de uma temível canção&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora sei o significado do verdadeiro amor,&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou me apoiando nos braços do Eterno (Deus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu posso ver isto, então posso fazê-lo&lt;br /&gt;Se eu simplesmente acreditar nisto, nada poderá impedir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu acredito que posso voar&lt;br /&gt;Eu acredito que eu posso tocar o céu&lt;br /&gt;Penso nisto dia e noite&lt;br /&gt;Abrir minhas asas e voar ...&lt;br /&gt;Eu acredito que eu posso elevar-me&lt;br /&gt;Eu me vejo correndo, atravessando uma porta aberta&lt;br /&gt;Eu acredito que posso voar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu vejo que estive no limite da auto destruição.&lt;br /&gt;As vezes o silêncio pode ser tão alto.&lt;br /&gt;Existem milagres da vida; eu preciso realiza-los,&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sei que, primeiramente, devo realiza-los dentro de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu posso ver isto, então eu posso acreditar nisto&lt;br /&gt;E se eu acreditar, nada poderá me impedir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="nolink"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="nolink"&gt;Hasta luego!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="conteudo"&gt;     &lt;div class="meio_no_leftblock" id="conteudoMeio"&gt;   &lt;div class="maincontent"&gt;       &lt;div class="contentInfo"&gt;    &lt;h2 class="head"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&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/4944227167931090280-5917408169430581215?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/5917408169430581215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/02/essa-musica-e-um-grande-incentivo-para.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/5917408169430581215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/5917408169430581215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/02/essa-musica-e-um-grande-incentivo-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-890017783232241456</id><published>2010-02-17T18:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T18:00:25.248-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mandamentos do Garfield ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" bordercolor="#111111" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="border-collapse: collapse; width: 425px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="16"&gt;&lt;h1 align="center"&gt; ... para uma  vida feliz!&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: 700;"&gt;   &lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://www.picarelli.com.br/novas_imagens/slide0002_image007.png" width="388" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: 700;"&gt;Coma     somente se tiver fome...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: 700;"&gt;   &lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://www.picarelli.com.br/novas_imagens/slide0003_image011.png" width="397" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: 700;"&gt;Durma     somente se tiver sono...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: 700;"&gt;   &lt;img border="0" height="314" src="http://www.picarelli.com.br/novas_imagens/slide0004_image015.png" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: 700;"&gt;Abrace     muito, beije mais ainda e ria, já que a vida é de graça...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: 700;"&gt;   &lt;img border="0" height="291" src="http://www.picarelli.com.br/novas_imagens/slide0005_image019.png" width="397" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peça! Sempre haverá alguém que lhe dará o que você está precisando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://www.picarelli.com.br/novas_imagens/slide0006_image024.jpg" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: 700;"&gt;   Despeça-se do que já passou. Quem vive de passado é museu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://www.picarelli.com.br/novas_imagens/slide0007_image027.png" width="396" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: 700;"&gt;Pare     de se preocupar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://www.picarelli.com.br/novas_imagens/slide0008_image031.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: 700;"&gt;   Perdoe-se por suas burrices e fracassos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="http://www.picarelli.com.br/novas_imagens/slide0009_image035.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: 700;"&gt;   Lembre-se de rezar para agradecer. Você já recebeu mais do que    suficiente para crescer e ser feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: 700;"&gt;   &lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://www.picarelli.com.br/novas_imagens/slide0010_image039.png" width="307" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: 700;"&gt;Não     perca tempo em discussões inúteis. Ao invés de brigar cante uma    canção...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: 700;"&gt;   &lt;img border="0" height="312" src="http://www.picarelli.com.br/novas_imagens/slide0011_image043.png" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: 700;"&gt;Adote     a filosofia do cavalo na parada de 7 de setembro: Andando, sujando e    sendo aplaudido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: 700;"&gt;   &lt;img border="0" height="279" src="http://www.picarelli.com.br/novas_imagens/slide0012_image047.png" width="367" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: 700;"&gt;Cuide     de si mesmo como se estivesse cuidando do seu melhor amigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" src="http://www.picarelli.com.br/novas_imagens/slide0013_image051.png" width="396" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: 700;"&gt;   Expresse a sua individualidade... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: 700;"&gt;   &lt;img border="0" height="381" src="http://www.picarelli.com.br/novas_imagens/slide0014_image055.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: 700;"&gt;Faça     alguma coisa que sempre desejou fazer, mas que tinha vergonha... &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: 700;"&gt;   &lt;img border="0" height="310" src="http://www.picarelli.com.br/novas_imagens/slide0015_image059.png" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: 700;"&gt;Cometa     novos erros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: 700;"&gt;   &lt;img border="0" height="334" src="http://www.picarelli.com.br/novas_imagens/slide0016_image063.png" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: 700;"&gt;   Simplifique sua vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: 700;"&gt;   &lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://www.picarelli.com.br/novas_imagens/slide0017_image067.png" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: 700;"&gt;Deixe     bagunçado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: 700;"&gt;   &lt;img border="0" height="283" src="http://www.picarelli.com.br/novas_imagens/slide0018_image071.png" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: 700;"&gt;   Acredite no amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: 700;"&gt;   &lt;img border="0" height="274" src="http://www.picarelli.com.br/novas_imagens/slide0019_image075.png" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: 700;"&gt;   Grandes amizades não se perdem em pequenas disputas.Se se perderem, é    porque não eram nem amizades, muito menos grande...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: 700;"&gt;   &lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://www.picarelli.com.br/novas_imagens/slide0020_image077.png" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: 700;"&gt;Saiba     que muitas vezes a felicidade de quem está do seu lado depende da sua    felicidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: 700;"&gt;   &lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.picarelli.com.br/novas_imagens/slide0021_image083.png" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: 700;"&gt;Siga     os mandamentos... e SEJA SEMPRE MUITO FELIZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td align="left" width="425"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-890017783232241456?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/890017783232241456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/02/mandamentos-do-garfield.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/890017783232241456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/890017783232241456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/02/mandamentos-do-garfield.html' title='Mandamentos do Garfield ...'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-1261537282357222302</id><published>2010-02-15T19:57:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T20:00:18.296-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Por vezes ficamos desiludidos com as  pessoas&amp;nbsp;porque não nos retribuem&amp;nbsp;aquilo que lhes damos...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Só muito mais tarde&amp;nbsp;chegamos&amp;nbsp;à conclusão  que &lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: small;"&gt;uma pessoa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: medium;"&gt;não  te pode dar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"&gt;aquilo que &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;não tem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Afinal de contas a culpa foi tua.  Iludiste-te, enganaste-te a respeito dessa pessoa... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Há pessoas que não têm nada para te dar  porque no seu coração não mora nada daquilo que estavas à espera...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo essa música&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3g2CuTbBFL4&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3g2CuTbBFL4&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa noite... até daqui a pouco,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-1261537282357222302?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/1261537282357222302/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/02/por-vezes-ficamos-desiludidos-com-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/1261537282357222302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/1261537282357222302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/02/por-vezes-ficamos-desiludidos-com-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-2660328750231143846</id><published>2010-02-13T17:35:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T17:42:45.482-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A GENTE SE ACOSTUMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6G2SX3BhQd4/R4lQkyYu9RI/AAAAAAAAAUM/NrBcakgsGYQ/s1600/t%C3%A9dio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6G2SX3BhQd4/R4lQkyYu9RI/AAAAAAAAAUM/NrBcakgsGYQ/s320/t%C3%A9dio.jpg" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu  sei que a gente se acostuma. Mas não devia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A gente se acostuma a morar em apartamento de fundos e não ver  vista que não sejam as janelas ao redor. E porque não tem vista logo se  acostuma a não olhar para fora. E porque não olha para fora, logo se  acostuma e não abrir de todo as cortinas. E porque não abre as cortinas,  logo se acostuma a acender mais cedo a luz. E, à medida que se  acostuma, se esquece do sol, se esquece do ar, esquece da amplidão.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A gente se acostuma a acordar sobressaltado porque está na  hora. A tomar café correndo porque está atrasado. A ler o jornal no  ônibus porque não pode perder tempo. A comer sanduíche porque não dá  para almoçar. A sair do trabalho porque já é noite. A cochilar no ônibus  porque está cansado. A deitar cedo e dormir pesado sem ter vivido o  dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A gente se acostuma a abrir o jornal e a ler sobre a guerra. E  aceitando a guerra, aceita os mortos e que haja números para os mortos.  E aceitando os números, aceita não acreditar nas negociações de paz. E  não aceitando as negociações de paz, aceitar ler todo dia de guerra, dos  números, da longa duração. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A gente se acostuma a esperar o dia inteiro e ouvir no  telefone: “hoje não posso ir”. A sorrir para as pessoas sem receber um  sorriso de volta. A ser ignorado quando precisa tanto ser visto. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A gente se acostuma a pagar por tudo o que se deseja e  necessita. E a lutar para ganhar com que pagar. E a ganhar menos do que  precisa. E a fazer fila para pagar. E a pagar mais do que as coisas  valem. E a saber que cada vez pagará mais. E a procurar mais trabalho,  para ganhar mais dinheiro, para ter com que pagar nas filas em que se  cobra. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A gente se acostuma a andar nas ruas e ver cartazes. A abrir  as revistas e ler artigos. A ligar a televisão e assistir comerciais. A  ir ao cinema e engolir publicidade. A ser instigado, conduzido,  desnorteado, lançado na infindável catarata dos produtos. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A gente se acostuma à poluição, às salas fechadas de ar  condicionado e ao cheiro de cigarros. À luz artificial de ligeiro  tremor. Ao choque que os olhos levam à luz natural. Às bactérias de água  potável. À contaminação da água do mar. À morte lenta dos rios. Se  acostuma a não ouvir passarinhos, a não ter galo de madrugada, a não  colher fruta no pé, a não ter sequer uma planta por perto. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A gente se acostuma a coisas demais para não sofrer. Em doses  pequenas, tentando não perceber, vai afastando uma dor aqui, um  ressentimento ali, uma revolta lá.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se o cinema está cheio, a gente senta na primeira fila e torce  um pouco o pescoço. Se a praia está contaminada, a gente só molha os  pés e sua o resto do corpo. Se o trabalho está duro, a gente se consola  pensando no fim de semana. E se no fim de semana não há muito que fazer,  a gente vai dormir cedo e ainda fica satisfeito porque tem muito sono  atrasado.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A gente se acostuma a não falar na aspereza para preservar a  pele. Se acostuma para evitar sangramentos, para esquivar-se da faca e  da baioneta, para poupar o peito.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A gente se acostuma para poupar a vida. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que aos poucos se gasta, e que, de tanto acostumar, se perde  de si mesma. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;(Marina Colassanti)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Meu maninho está comemorando aniversário hoje...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Toda felicidade do mundo ...é o que te desejo e que consigas realizar teus sonhos um a um. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um dia tão especial, apague o fogo da vela e vamos  comemorar&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4944227167931090280-8874196157699234614?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/8874196157699234614/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/8874196157699234614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/8874196157699234614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-to-you.html' title='Happy birthday to you'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-3184634963880562117</id><published>2010-02-13T00:48:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T00:51:58.643-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #666666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7aw_C0SzOY/Sn0FkzIH3WI/AAAAAAAAATk/RNswHoEloxY/s1600/crian%C3%A7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7aw_C0SzOY/Sn0FkzIH3WI/AAAAAAAAATk/RNswHoEloxY/s320/crian%C3%A7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sou uma mulher madura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que às vezes anda de balanço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou uma criança insegura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que às vezes usa salto alto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou uma mulher que balança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou uma criança que atura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVYSibQMBJY/SqatcSsj09I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/j2wMIsA_c8I/s1600/morrer+lentamente.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="259" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVYSibQMBJY/SqatcSsj09I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/j2wMIsA_c8I/s320/morrer+lentamente.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morre lentamente quem não  viaja, quem não lê, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quem não ouve música, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quem não encontra graça em si  mesmo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morre lentamente quem destrói o  seu amor-próprio, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;q&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uem  não se deixa ajudar, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;morre lentamente quem se transforma em escravo do  hábito, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;repetindo  todos os dias os mesmos trajetos, quem não muda de marca, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não se arrisca a vestir uma nova  cor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ou  não conversa com quem não conhece. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morre lentamente quem faz da  televisão o seu guru. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morre  lentamente quem evita uma paixão, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quem prefere o negro sobre o  branco e os pontos sobre os "is" em detrimento de um redemoínho de  emoções, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;justamente  as que resgatam o brilho dos olhos, sorrisos dos bocejos, corações aos  tropeços e sentimentos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morre lentamente quem não vira a mesa quando está infeliz  com o seu trabalho, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quem não arrisca o certo pelo incerto para ir atrás de um  sonho, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quem  não se permite pelo menos uma vez na vida a fugir dos conselhos  sensatos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morre lentamente, quem passa os  dias queixando-se da sua má sorte ou da chuva incessante... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morre lentamente, quem abandona  um projeto antes de iniciá-lo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não pergunta sobre um assunto que desconhece &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ou não responde quando lhe  indagam sobre algo que sabe. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evitemos a morte em doses suaves, recordando  sempre que estar vivo exige um esforço muito maior que o simples fato de  respirar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somente  a perseverança fará com que conquistemos um estágio pleno de  felicidade"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-638003550391188223?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/638003550391188223/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/02/morre-lentamente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/638003550391188223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/638003550391188223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/02/morre-lentamente.html' title='Morre lentamente'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVYSibQMBJY/SqatcSsj09I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/j2wMIsA_c8I/s72-c/morrer+lentamente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-8482532722608025952</id><published>2010-02-13T00:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T00:30:11.364-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedaços de mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSxe7w_gpM/RyZ_SZHXKMI/AAAAAAAAAic/ZQ_pNY6rSV4/s1600/Saudosismo.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSxe7w_gpM/RyZ_SZHXKMI/AAAAAAAAAic/ZQ_pNY6rSV4/s200/Saudosismo.jpeg" width="146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sou feita de&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos interrompidos&lt;br /&gt;detalhes despercebidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sou feita de&lt;br /&gt;Choros sem ter razão&lt;br /&gt;pessoas no coração&lt;br /&gt;atos por impulsão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta de&lt;br /&gt;Lugares que não conheci&lt;br /&gt;experiências que não vivi&lt;br /&gt;momentos que já esqueci&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Amor e carinho constante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;distraída até o bastante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;não paro por instante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Já&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Tive noites mal dormidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;perdi pessoas muito queridas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;cumpri coisas não-prometidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Muitas vezes eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Desisti sem mesmo tentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;pensei em fugir,para não enfrentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;sorri para não chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sinto pelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Coisas que não mudei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;amizades que não cultivei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;aqueles que eu julguei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;coisas que eu falei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Tenho saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;De pessoas que fui conhecendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;lembranças que fui esquecendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;amigos que acabei perdendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas continuo vivendo e aprendendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/4944227167931090280-8482532722608025952?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/8482532722608025952/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/02/pedacos-de-mim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/8482532722608025952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/8482532722608025952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/02/pedacos-de-mim.html' title='Pedaços de mim'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSxe7w_gpM/RyZ_SZHXKMI/AAAAAAAAAic/ZQ_pNY6rSV4/s72-c/Saudosismo.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-7743333026719486070</id><published>2010-02-11T00:04:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T00:15:05.664-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: magenta; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lillindab.zip.net/images/amigos2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://lillindab.zip.net/images/amigos2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O que é que faz com que uma  amizade solidifique e se torne profunda?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Falando das suas  experiências, alguns afirmam que foram momentos de grande dor que  fizeram com que eles descobrissem e firmassem uma sólida amizade. A  chave, portanto, seria passar por um grave problema juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Outros, contudo, falam de  coisas pequenas que se somam no tempo acrescentando, a cada ano, mais  uma pedra preciosa ao relacionamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A amizade sincera é um oásis  de repouso para o caminheiro da vida, na sua jornada de  aperfeiçoamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A amizade leal é a mais formosa modalidade do  amor fraterno, que santifica os impulsos do coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quem sabe ser amigo  verdadeiro é, sempre, o emissário da ventura e da paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ter amizade é ter coração que  ama a esclarece, que compreende e perdoa nas horas mais amargas da  vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Beijo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mi,.&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/4944227167931090280-7743333026719486070?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/7743333026719486070/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/02/amigos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/7743333026719486070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/7743333026719486070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/02/amigos.html' title='Amigos'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-597111172590841186</id><published>2010-02-10T19:41:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T19:45:29.666-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Buáá buáá</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uky.edu/Projects/Chemcomics/assets/images/argh.GIF" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" src="http://www.uky.edu/Projects/Chemcomics/assets/images/argh.GIF" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Não chega perto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...tô entediada, com dor de cabeça e ainda passando mal por comer duas colheres (chá) de requeijão (light).....Vaiiii a gula falou mais alto, aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh se arrependimento matasse estaria mortinha da 'sílva'....sniff...sniff...sniff!...Ainda acontece mais isso: -Estava eu dormindo na tarde chuvosa e fresquinha, quando derepente telefone toca...arghhh...acordei assustada resultando numa baita dor de cabeça, mal humorada e etc...Socorro!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;E, pra ajudar tô sem inspiração..........aí que tédiooo...ahhh, nunca tenho mesmo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Insuportaaaavel...nada que uma noite bem dormida pra melhorar.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bem, vou ver uns vídeos pra ver se consigo melhorar o humor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hasta luego,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/4944227167931090280-597111172590841186?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/597111172590841186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/02/buaa-buaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/597111172590841186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/597111172590841186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/02/buaa-buaa.html' title='Buáá buáá'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-3710789766031690225</id><published>2010-02-09T11:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T11:21:49.272-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Como é bom acordar, ouvir uma chuvinha a cair no chão ou janela, criando uma melodia “ maravilhosa”. Ao fundo os pássaros cantam alegres pela chuva abençoada.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Excelente terça-feira!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Beijo...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;hasta luego!&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/4944227167931090280-3710789766031690225?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/3710789766031690225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/02/como-e-bom-acordar-ouvir-uma-chuvinha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/3710789766031690225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/3710789766031690225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/02/como-e-bom-acordar-ouvir-uma-chuvinha.html' title=''/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-8438372484300245451</id><published>2010-02-08T23:40:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T23:50:01.594-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Boa noite, amigos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Pode haver coisa mais gostosa... mais saudosa e cheia de esplendor  do que uma deliciosa chuva noturna???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Hmmmm ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Claro  que não!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;porque eu amo chuva...deixa no ar aquele cheiro delicioso&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; que amo  tanto....aqui&amp;nbsp; cai uma dessas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"da água para o vinho" ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Estou muito cansada, as minhas pálpebras já não querem obedecer as ordens do "todo poderoso" ... elas estão com vontades próprias.... peguei coragem sei lá de onde e vim aqui deixar registrado minha alegria de dormir ao som de uma deliciosa chuva....depois de umas semanas...hmmm isso não tem preço!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Bem, era isso...desculpem os meus erros de ortografia, do assassinato&amp;nbsp; lingua portuguesa...pq estou mais pra lá do que pra cá........Zzzzz....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wickedgame.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/morninggarfield.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="http://wickedgame.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/morninggarfield.gif" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night people! .. hasta luego...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Mi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-8438372484300245451?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/8438372484300245451/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/02/boa-noite-amigos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/8438372484300245451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/8438372484300245451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/02/boa-noite-amigos.html' title='Boa noite, amigos!'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-458865915106225598</id><published>2010-02-08T22:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:09:47.980-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma Prece!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JuDT-5kVfNw/RzPDaCnciFI/AAAAAAAABAQ/Pdet8aLNU-s/s1600/oracao.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JuDT-5kVfNw/RzPDaCnciFI/AAAAAAAABAQ/Pdet8aLNU-s/s320/oracao.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;"Ao  despertar, enquanto você abre os olhos e se espreguiça na cama, seja  para o Senhor da vida o seu primeiro pensamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Meditando em  tantas coisas que logo mais lhe tomarão todas as horas do dia, sem lhe  deixar tempo para telefonar para o amigo que há muito não vê, ou almoçar  com a família, eleve a Deus o seu pensamento e lhe diga:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Senhor,  acalma meu passo. Desacelera as batidas do meu coração, acalmando minha  mente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Diminui meu  ritmo apressado com a visão da eternidade do tempo. Em meio às  confusões do dia-a-dia, dá-me a tranquilidade das montanhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Retira a  tensão dos meus músculos e nervos com a música suave dos rios de águas  constantes que vivem em minhas lembranças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Ajuda-me a  conhecer o poder mágico e reparador do sono. Ajuda-me a me preparar bem  para o repouso de todas as noites, lembrando-me sempre que enquanto  dorme meu corpo, eu, Espírito, adentrarei o verdadeiro mundo e irei aos  lugares que a minha mente elegeu como meu tesouro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Ensina-me a  arte de tirar pequenas férias: reduzir o meu ritmo para contemplar uma  flor, papear com um amigo, afagar uma criança, ler um poema, ouvir uma  música preferida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Ensina-me a ter olhos de ver a beleza do céu azul, um  raio de sol, a chuva da tarde, o cair da noite, com seu manto aveludado  bordado de estrelas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Acalma meu passo, Senhor, para que eu possa perceber  no meio do incessante labor cotidiano dos ruídos, lutas, alegrias,  cansaços ou desalentos, a Tua presença constante no meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Acalma meu  passo, Senhor, para que eu possa entoar o cântico da esperança, sorrir  para o meu próximo e calar-me para escutar a Tua voz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Acalma meu  passo, Senhor, e inspira-me a enterrar minhas raízes no solo dos valores  duradouros da vida, para que eu possa crescer até às estrelas do meu  destino maior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Obrigado, Senhor, pelo dia de hoje, pela família que  me deste, pelo meu trabalho e, sobretudo, pela Tua presença em minha  vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Tudo isto  Te peço, Senhor, pois se estás comigo, em nenhum lugar me sentirei  triste, porque, apesar da tragédia diária, Tu enches de alegria o  Universo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Se estás comigo, não tenho medo de nada, nem de ninguém, porque  nada posso perder e todas as forças do Cosmos são impotentes para  tirar-me o que me pertence, na qualidade de filho de Deus: o Teu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Se estás  comigo, tudo executarei em Teu nome. Enfim, em nenhum lugar me sentirei  estranho, deslocado, porque estás em todas as regiões, na mais suave de  todas as paisagens, no limite indeciso de todos os horizontes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;*&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A brisa  refrescante que arrefece o calor dos dias de verão somente nos  beneficiará se a respirarmos compassadamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Somente  poderemos sentir a chuva benfazeja que se derrama sobre larga faixa  terrestre, trazendo a fertilidade ao chão e alimentando as fontes, se  alongarmos as mãos para recolher o líquido precioso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Também as  bênçãos de Deus se espelham sobre todas as criaturas, porém, para que as  possamos sentir, dulcificando-nos as vidas, é preciso que nos unamos,  em sintonia feliz, a essas faixas de luz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;E esta  sintonia se chama oração."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Redação do  Momento Espírita&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-458865915106225598?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/458865915106225598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/02/uma-prece.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/458865915106225598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/458865915106225598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/02/uma-prece.html' title='Uma Prece!'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JuDT-5kVfNw/RzPDaCnciFI/AAAAAAAABAQ/Pdet8aLNU-s/s72-c/oracao.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944227167931090280.post-6073151652728061668</id><published>2010-02-08T21:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T21:44:15.273-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tempo escuro, trovões....anunciam&amp;nbsp; chuvaaa....Já choveuuu... Obaaa, foram (acho) 5 dias de muito calor.....e&amp;nbsp; agora além disso tudo.....está ventandooo..hahaha...Muito bom!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S3ChoR4GNlI/AAAAAAAAAxA/WTHEoXPMbkY/s1600-h/chuvaaa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S3ChoR4GNlI/AAAAAAAAAxA/WTHEoXPMbkY/s320/chuvaaa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Até logo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944227167931090280-6073151652728061668?l=luxepercent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/feeds/6073151652728061668/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/02/tempo-escuro-trovoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/6073151652728061668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944227167931090280/posts/default/6073151652728061668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxepercent.blogspot.com/2010/02/tempo-escuro-trovoes.html' title=''/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448771801425282234</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/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S5_9PnGyA_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/BdXZb14To80/S220/gorrinho.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TmnIo7wWPH4/S3ChoR4GNlI/AAAAAAAAAxA/WTHEoXPMbkY/s72-c/chuvaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
