<?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-274056640774475491</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:36:36.737-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog da SamM</title><subtitle type='html'>Tem de tudo!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasamm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274056640774475491/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasamm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>\/id/\</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274702698704711703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SUQyEwEvqAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BXV8uCdztcU/S220/C%C3%B3pia+(2)+de+_MG_0017.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274056640774475491.post-5290558261017908077</id><published>2010-04-22T23:04:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T23:21:46.199-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para refletir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/S9ECBAf5PaI/AAAAAAAAALA/S8kahpTpcZU/s1600/15.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463150039314021794" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/S9ECBAf5PaI/AAAAAAAAALA/S8kahpTpcZU/s320/15.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;E em meio as minhas coisas, eis que surge mais um belo texto! Esse reflete bem certas situações que têm acontecido ultimamente. Em todos os sentidos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filhotes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um menino entrou numa loja de animais e perguntou o preço dos filhotes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;         Entre 300 e 500 reais, respondeu o dono. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;O menino puxou uns trocados do bolso e disse: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;         Mas, eu só tenho 10 reais... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Será que poderia ver os filhotes? &lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;O dono da loja chamou Lady, a mãe dos cachorrinhos, que veio correndo, seguida de cinco bolinhas de pêlo. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um dos cachorrinhos vinha mais atrás, com dificuldade, mancando.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;O menino apontou o cachorrinho que mancava e perguntou: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;         - o que é que há com ele? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;O dono da loja explicou que ele tinha um problema no quadril e andaria daquele jeito para sempre.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;O menino se animou e disse com enorme alegria no olhar: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;         Esse é o cachorrinho que eu quero comprar! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;O dono da loja estranhou e falou: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;         Não, você não vai querer comprar esse. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;         Mas se quiser ficar com ele, eu te dou de presente. &lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;O menino emudeceu... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Olhou para o dono da loja e falou: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;         Eu não quero que você me dê, pois o aquele cachorrinho vale tanto quanto qualquer um dos outros.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;E eu vou pagar tudo. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;         Na verdade, eu ofereço 10 reais agora e 1 real por mês, até completar o preço. &lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Surpreso, o dono da loja falou: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;         Mas este cachorrinho nunca vai poder correr, pular e brincar com você... &lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sério, o menino levantou lentamente a perna esquerda da calça, deixando à mostra a prótese que usava para andar... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Veja, ele disse, eu também não corro muito bem e o cachorrinho vai precisar de alguém que entenda isso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Que cada um de nós saiba dar valor às coisas que realmente são importantes e essenciais em nossas vidas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/274056640774475491-5290558261017908077?l=blogdasamm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasamm.blogspot.com/feeds/5290558261017908077/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=274056640774475491&amp;postID=5290558261017908077' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274056640774475491/posts/default/5290558261017908077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274056640774475491/posts/default/5290558261017908077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasamm.blogspot.com/2010/04/para-refletir.html' title='Para refletir...'/><author><name>\/id/\</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274702698704711703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SUQyEwEvqAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BXV8uCdztcU/S220/C%C3%B3pia+(2)+de+_MG_0017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/S9ECBAf5PaI/AAAAAAAAALA/S8kahpTpcZU/s72-c/15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274056640774475491.post-1116405799951884773</id><published>2009-09-24T22:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T22:19:11.635-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Você sabe quando uma mulher é grande ou pequena?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Há mulheres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; de todos os gêneros: histéricas, batalhadoras, frescas, profissionais, chatas, inteligentes, gostosas, parasitas, sensacionais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Mulheres de origens diversas, de idades várias, mulheres de posses ou de grana curta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Mulheres de tudo quanto é jeito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Mas, se eu fosse homem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; prestaria atenção apenas num quesito: se a mulher é do tipo que puxa pra cima ou se é do tipo que empurra pra baixo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Dizem que por trás de todo grande homem existe uma grande mulher! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Meia-verdade. Ele pode ser grande estando sozinho também. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Mas, com uma mulher xarope ele não vai chegar a lugar algum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Mulher que puxa pra cima é mulher que aposta nas decisões do cara, que não fica telefonando para o escritório toda hora, que tem a profissão dela, que o apoia quando ele diz que vai pedir demissão por questões éticas e que confia que vai dar tudo certo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Mulher que empurra pra baixo é a que põe minhoca na cabeça dele, a que tem acessos de carência bem na hora que ele tem que entrar numa reunião, a que não avaliza nenhuma mudança que ele propõe, a que quer manter tudo como está. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Mulher que puxa pra cima é a que dá uns toques na hora de ele se vestir, a que não perturba com questões menores, a que incentiva o marido a procurar os amigos, a que separa matérias de revista que possam interessá-lo, a que indica livros, a que faz amor com vontade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Mulher que empurra pra baixo é a que reclama do salário dele, a que não acredita que ele tenha taco pra assumir uma promoção, a que acha que viajar é despesa e não investimento, a que tem ciúmes da secretária. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Mulher que puxa pra cima é a que dá conselhos e não palpite, a que acompanha nas festas e nas roubadas, a que tem bom humor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Mulher que empurra pra baixo é a que debocha dos defeitos dele em rodinhas de amigos e que não acredita que ele vá mais longe do que já foi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Se por trás de todo grande homem, existe uma grande mulher, então vale o inverso também: por trás de um pequeno homem, talvez exista uma mulherzinha de nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&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/274056640774475491-1116405799951884773?l=blogdasamm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasamm.blogspot.com/feeds/1116405799951884773/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=274056640774475491&amp;postID=1116405799951884773' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274056640774475491/posts/default/1116405799951884773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274056640774475491/posts/default/1116405799951884773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasamm.blogspot.com/2009/09/voce-sabe-quando-uma-mulher-e-grande-ou.html' title='Você sabe quando uma mulher é grande ou pequena?'/><author><name>\/id/\</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274702698704711703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SUQyEwEvqAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BXV8uCdztcU/S220/C%C3%B3pia+(2)+de+_MG_0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274056640774475491.post-6271330264157738148</id><published>2009-08-22T00:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:44:49.641-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Promessa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sem muitas coisas pra dizer... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só refletir mesmo sobre certas pendências...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/So9odW1hc_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/7edmY72sQTE/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+posto1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/So9odW1hc_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/7edmY72sQTE/s200/C%C3%B3pia+de+posto1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372627734031856626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;A gente vive fazendo promessa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Promete que vai parar de fumar.&lt;br /&gt;Promete que nunca mais vai cortar o cabelo tão curto.&lt;br /&gt;Promete que no ano que vem vai ficar mais em casa... que não vai mais fazer isso, fazer aquilo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;A gente faz e ouve muita promessa, né?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas você já parou pra pensar como é difícil cumprir uma promessa?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;No calor da emoção, a gente promete tudo. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Mas pior que não cumprir uma promessa pra alguém, é não cumprir as promessas que fazemos a nós mesmos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prometer é assinar promissórias de fidelidade que a gente pode nunca pagar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Acreditar em promessas é exigir o compromisso do outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Já pensou nisso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Então, no lugar de prometer, faça força pra agir.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faça um pouquinho do possível a cada dia. Dê o mínimo que seja e espere pouco também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;A vida fica mais leve assim... sem cobranças, sem expectativas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Mesmo que a intenção seja boa, só os gestos são fiéis.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sendo assim, esqueça as promessas e só ofereça o que você realmente tem para dar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;E se o que você tem para dar for bom... nossa!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai fazer qualquer um feliz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(texto de Lena Gino)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Boa noite, e que o amanhã possa ser melhor que o hoje!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274056640774475491-6271330264157738148?l=blogdasamm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasamm.blogspot.com/feeds/6271330264157738148/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=274056640774475491&amp;postID=6271330264157738148' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274056640774475491/posts/default/6271330264157738148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274056640774475491/posts/default/6271330264157738148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasamm.blogspot.com/2009/08/promessa.html' title='Promessa'/><author><name>\/id/\</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274702698704711703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SUQyEwEvqAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BXV8uCdztcU/S220/C%C3%B3pia+(2)+de+_MG_0017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/So9odW1hc_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/7edmY72sQTE/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+posto1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274056640774475491.post-4702652328519901588</id><published>2009-08-10T21:22:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:18:44.752-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanhã eu juro que volto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SoDGgOj7KPI/AAAAAAAAAKY/VbIj6tfWoqY/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+1_+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SoDGgOj7KPI/AAAAAAAAAKY/VbIj6tfWoqY/s200/C%C3%B3pia+de+1_+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368509012792518898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Gente, dizem que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não se deve deixar para amanhã o que pode ser feito hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Então, venho dizer aos que gentilmente me pediram pra reativar o blog (ele tava parado como eu, rs...), que ele vai voltar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tô com um montão de idéia na cabeça, e também preciso trocar umas figurinhas com vocês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Espero que voltem a ler e que comentem muito tá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Agora vou nessa ver se encontro as lamparinas do meu juízo que ainda estão acesas e tentar produzir algo hoje à noite, kkk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Beijos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Abraços...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Aperto de mãos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Fui&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/274056640774475491-4702652328519901588?l=blogdasamm.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SUQyEwEvqAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BXV8uCdztcU/S220/C%C3%B3pia+(2)+de+_MG_0017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SoDGgOj7KPI/AAAAAAAAAKY/VbIj6tfWoqY/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+1_+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274056640774475491.post-959360370317113368</id><published>2009-07-09T11:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T11:14:56.481-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SIMBORA..</title><content type='html'>É... dei uma parada mas agora to pensando seriamente em voltar! rs...&lt;br /&gt;Em breve!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274056640774475491-959360370317113368?l=blogdasamm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SUQyEwEvqAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BXV8uCdztcU/S220/C%C3%B3pia+(2)+de+_MG_0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274056640774475491.post-2219230742380278770</id><published>2009-02-13T13:34:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:17:40.803-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O príncipe e a bruxinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rs&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dizem&lt;/span&gt; que quando um amor é de verdade nada e nem ninguém é capaz de destruí-lo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É, eu acredito nisso! Apesar de muitas pessoas chegarem pra mim e dizer que isso não existe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O que importa é o que cada um tem dentro do seu coração. E não é porque um conhecido seu não acredita em amores (talvez porque nunca amou na vida) que você tenha que pensar como ele!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Andei pensando mais ou menos nisso nos últimos dias. E de repente de deparo com um texto da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Heloneida&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Studart&lt;/span&gt;, que fala mais ou menos disso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E particularmente, pra quem gostar, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;muuuuuuuito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bacana&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SZWZxhFoU-I/AAAAAAAAAJw/WMQ7BegfSpk/s1600-h/princ2.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SZWZxhFoU-I/AAAAAAAAAJw/WMQ7BegfSpk/s1600-h/princ2.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SZWcJ1Boj7I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/N5LtmA-f7Nc/s1600-h/princ2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302315828965314482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SZWcJ1Boj7I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/N5LtmA-f7Nc/s200/princ2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Não me interesso por &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;reis&lt;/span&gt;, nem os do baralho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SZWZxhFoU-I/AAAAAAAAAJw/WMQ7BegfSpk/s1600-h/princ2.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mas como me interesso pelo amor e, principalmente, por histórias de amor, não pude evitar o envolvimento diante do final feliz da saga amorosa do príncipe Charles, herdeiro do trono da Inglaterra e daquela senhora de meia-idade, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Camila&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Parker&lt;/span&gt; sua eterna namorada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Trinta e quatro anos de amor! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Trinta e quatro anos de dificuldades de toda ordem, imposições da família real, intrometimentos da igreja, casamentos com pessoas diferentes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cerimônias&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;espetaculares&lt;/span&gt; (o casamento com &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Lady&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Di&lt;/span&gt; foi um dos eventos de maior pompa que o mundo já viu).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E o amor dos dois lá... brilhando como a luz do sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O romance do feio e desengonçado filho da rainha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Elizabeth&lt;/span&gt; com a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;feiosa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Camila&lt;/span&gt; tinha fortes raízes eróticas, como mostrou o telefonema gravado de um diálogo entre os dois ("eu queria ser um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;tampax&lt;/span&gt;").&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Não valeu o tempo, não importaram as rugas e as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;pelancas&lt;/span&gt;. O mundo inteiro, convertido aos mitos de beleza da juventude, torceu para que ele amasse a formosa Diana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;No entanto, o príncipe desengonçado só amou a sua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;bruxinha&lt;/span&gt;, com aquela cara amassada e cheia de marcas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Camila&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Parker&lt;/span&gt; é uma vitória do amor sobre os estereótipos de nosso tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Será que "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;boazudas&lt;/span&gt;" do cinema inspirariam um amor igual? Seguramente, não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Essa inglesa feia, de 57 anos, mostrou às mulheres, as que não são jovens e as que não são belas... que uma mulher pode ser amada por ela mesma - e para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A obsessão pelos corpos sarados, pelas formas perfeitas, pelo estilo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;top&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;model&lt;/span&gt;, foi derrotada por esse obstinado romance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O romantismo ganhou... E as mulheres tidas como feias também podem sonhar com seu príncipe. Seja ele príncipe de verdade, ou de fantasia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Camila&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Parker&lt;/span&gt;, quando subiu ao altar, em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;cerimônia&lt;/span&gt; discreta, deve ter se sentido a mais linda das noivas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E certamente, à noite, quando mais uma vez se despiu diante dele, o príncipe enxergou, não o corpo de uma senhora, mas o corpo esbelto, juvenil, perfeito que possuem todas as mulheres, de qualquer idade, quando são amadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Bom mesmo é ir a luta com determinação, abraçar a vida com paixão, perder com classe e vencer com ousadia, pois o triunfo pertence a quem se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;atreve&lt;/span&gt;... A vida é muita curta para ser insignificante."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Charlie&lt;/span&gt; Chaplin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Beijos&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/274056640774475491-2219230742380278770?l=blogdasamm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasamm.blogspot.com/feeds/2219230742380278770/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=274056640774475491&amp;postID=2219230742380278770' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274056640774475491/posts/default/2219230742380278770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274056640774475491/posts/default/2219230742380278770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasamm.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-principe-e-bruxinha.html' title='O príncipe e a bruxinha'/><author><name>\/id/\</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274702698704711703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SUQyEwEvqAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BXV8uCdztcU/S220/C%C3%B3pia+(2)+de+_MG_0017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SZWcJ1Boj7I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/N5LtmA-f7Nc/s72-c/princ2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274056640774475491.post-4637284332277768716</id><published>2009-01-26T02:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:50:49.945-03:00</updated><title type='text'>26 de janeiro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SX0Vg2oztbI/AAAAAAAAAJo/zHLklNf8Izc/s1600-h/mo8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295412391024244146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SX0Vg2oztbI/AAAAAAAAAJo/zHLklNf8Izc/s320/mo8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É interessante observarmos que todos nós temos um dia que nos é dedicado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cada um de nós, com tantas diferenças e tão parecidos, possuímos ao nascer uma data que nos assegura levar adiante um dia de festa, todos os anos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E esse dia é a comemoração do nosso aniversário!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O seu chegou mais uma vez...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E com certeza, todas as pessoas que lhe conhecem e lhe querem bem estão lembrando dessa data tão importante que é o seu aniversário.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É bom saber da sua existência...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que Deus coloque em sua vida grandes bênçãos, saúde e alegria.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o que mais você conseguir...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parabéns!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feliz Aniversário...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&gt; Para um flamenguista especial, que sentiu de perto o que é ganhar o Carioca no Maraca!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274056640774475491-4637284332277768716?l=blogdasamm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasamm.blogspot.com/feeds/4637284332277768716/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=274056640774475491&amp;postID=4637284332277768716' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274056640774475491/posts/default/4637284332277768716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274056640774475491/posts/default/4637284332277768716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasamm.blogspot.com/2009/01/26-de-janeiro.html' title='26 de janeiro!'/><author><name>\/id/\</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274702698704711703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SUQyEwEvqAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BXV8uCdztcU/S220/C%C3%B3pia+(2)+de+_MG_0017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SX0Vg2oztbI/AAAAAAAAAJo/zHLklNf8Izc/s72-c/mo8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274056640774475491.post-712105549876390253</id><published>2009-01-06T22:54:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:02:37.842-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E que venha 2009!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SWQDPaCcNvI/AAAAAAAAAIw/_QDn-YRANVU/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Se Eu Pudesse...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se eu pudesse deixar algum presente a você, deixaria aceso o sentimento de amar a vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A consciência de aprender tudo o que foi ensinado pelo tempo afora. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SWQFd0oyJRI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ZFEEmgoQn5U/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lembraria os erros que foram cometidos para que não mais se repetissem. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Daria a capacidade de escolher novos rumos, novos caminhos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixaria, se pudesse, o respeito àquilo que é indispensável: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Além do pão, o trabalho. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Além do trabalho, a ação. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Além da ação o cultivo à amizade. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E, quando tudo mais faltasse, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;um segredo: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O de buscar no interior de si mesmo a resposta e a força para encontrar a saída.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Gandhi)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288358696622317890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SWQGNzUFYUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/JgGstR4HfTE/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Felicidade é igual a uma borboleta: quanto mais você corre atrás, mais ela foge... daí um dia você se distrai e ela pousa em seu ombro!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Obrigada, Senhor, pelo meu 1º de janeiro de 2009! Muito obrigada!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que 2009 seja um ano maravilhoso... pra mim... pra você... pra todos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&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/274056640774475491-712105549876390253?l=blogdasamm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasamm.blogspot.com/feeds/712105549876390253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=274056640774475491&amp;postID=712105549876390253' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274056640774475491/posts/default/712105549876390253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274056640774475491/posts/default/712105549876390253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasamm.blogspot.com/2009/01/e-que-venha-2009.html' title='E que venha 2009!!'/><author><name>\/id/\</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274702698704711703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SUQyEwEvqAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BXV8uCdztcU/S220/C%C3%B3pia+(2)+de+_MG_0017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SWQGNzUFYUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/JgGstR4HfTE/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274056640774475491.post-8263907145819664117</id><published>2008-12-13T16:37:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T17:51:15.600-03:00</updated><title type='text'>12 DE DEZEMBRO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hoje faz exatamente um mês que ele se foi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E levou com ele um pedaço de mim que era essencial pro meu viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SUQfauyeELI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ujolvjWkNxM/s1600-h/CÃ³pia+de+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SUQf2VPu8AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/3Zy3lotR3Jg/s1600-h/CÃ³pia+de+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279379681461596162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SUQf2VPu8AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/3Zy3lotR3Jg/s200/C%C3%B3pia+de+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Será que um dia vamos de novo à um bom resturante para um &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SUQfauyeELI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ujolvjWkNxM/s1600-h/CÃ³pia+de+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;belo almoço?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ou simplesmente vamos sentar numa mesa de um bar bacana?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E conversar sobre as coisas boas que aconteceram em nossas vidas?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Respostas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Só Deus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por que ele sabe o que faz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas desde aquela quarta-feira a vida nunca mais foi igual!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ficou um vazio que nunca foi preenchido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E uma única certeza:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Terá eternamente o lugar mais especial de todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Guardado no meu coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274056640774475491-8263907145819664117?l=blogdasamm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasamm.blogspot.com/feeds/8263907145819664117/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=274056640774475491&amp;postID=8263907145819664117' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274056640774475491/posts/default/8263907145819664117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274056640774475491/posts/default/8263907145819664117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasamm.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-de-dezembro.html' title='12 DE DEZEMBRO!'/><author><name>\/id/\</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274702698704711703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SUQyEwEvqAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BXV8uCdztcU/S220/C%C3%B3pia+(2)+de+_MG_0017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SUQf2VPu8AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/3Zy3lotR3Jg/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274056640774475491.post-7099346579103918762</id><published>2008-12-10T21:26:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:43:22.589-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TUDO O QUE HOJE PRECISO REALMENTE SABER, APRENDI NO JARDIM DE INFÂNCIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hoje recebi um e-mail muito fofo! Quem me mandou foi um amigo muito querido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pode até parecer brincadeira de criança no início, mas vale à pena refletir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUDO O QUE HOJE PRECISO REALMENTE SABER, APRENDI NO JARDIM DE INFÂNCIA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Pedro Bial)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo o que hoje preciso realmente saber, sobre como viver, o que fazer e como ser, eu aprendi no jardim de infância. A sabedoria não se encontrava no topo de um curso de pós-graduação, mas no montinho de areia da escola de todo dia.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SUBsTACtJkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/v4M_KqeMzfc/s1600-h/CÃ³pia+de+an+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278337836962883138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SUBsTACtJkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/v4M_KqeMzfc/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+an+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estas são as coisas que aprendi:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Compartilhe tudo; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Jogue dentro das regras; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Não bata nos outros; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Coloque as coisas de volta onde pegou; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Arrume sua bagunça; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Não pegue as coisas dos outros; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Peça desculpas quando machucar alguém; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Lave as mãos antes de comer e agradeça a Deus antes de deitar; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Dê descarga; (esse é importante) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Biscoitos quentinhos e leite fazem bem para você; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Respeite o outro; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Leve uma vida equilibrada: aprenda um pouco, pense um pouco... desenhe... pinte... cante... dance... brinque... trabalhe um pouco todos os dias; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Tire uma soneca a tarde; (isso é muito bom) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Quando sair, cuidado com os carros; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Dê a mão e fique junto; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Repare nas maravilhas da vida; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. O peixinho dourado, o hamster, o camundongo branco e até mesmo a sementinha no copinho plástico, todos morrem... nós também. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pegue qualquer um desses itens, coloque-os em termos mais adultos e sofisticados e aplique-os à sua vida familiar, ao seu trabalho, ao seu governo, ao seu mundo e vai ver como ele é verdadeiro claro e firme. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pense como o mundo seria melhor se todos nós, no mundo todo, tivéssemos biscoitos e leite todos os dias por volta das três da tarde e pudéssemos nos deitar com um cobertorzinho para uma soneca. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou se todos os governos tivessem como regra básica devolver as coisas ao lugar em que elas se encontravam e arrumassem a bagunça ao sair. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao sair para o mundo é sempre melhor darmos as mãos e ficarmos juntos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É necessário abrir os olhos e perceber que as coisas boas estão dentro de nós, onde os sentimentos não precisam de motivos nem os desejos de razão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'O importante é aproveitar o momento e aprender sua duração, pois a vida está nos olhos de quem souber ver'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Se você tiver alguém do qual gosta muito, e tiver a oportunidade de estar perto desse alguém, aproveite ao máximo cada momento... Olhe atentamente e veja a beleza que cada um trás dentro de si... Conte o motivo do que talvez possa te angustiar ou te fazer feliz... Diga 'eu te amo' para aqueles que realmente ama... Pois só Deus sabe se você terá ou não uma outra oportunidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Um abraço meus amigos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;PS: Polly..... Minha irmã querida do coração... Feliz aniversário! Que você possa ser muito feliz hoje e sempre! E que Deus permita que você continue sendo essa pessoa maravilhosa que é! Bjok!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&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/274056640774475491-7099346579103918762?l=blogdasamm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasamm.blogspot.com/feeds/7099346579103918762/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=274056640774475491&amp;postID=7099346579103918762' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274056640774475491/posts/default/7099346579103918762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274056640774475491/posts/default/7099346579103918762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasamm.blogspot.com/2008/12/tudo-o-que-hoje-preciso-realmente-saber.html' title='TUDO O QUE HOJE PRECISO REALMENTE SABER, APRENDI NO JARDIM DE INFÂNCIA'/><author><name>\/id/\</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274702698704711703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SUQyEwEvqAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BXV8uCdztcU/S220/C%C3%B3pia+(2)+de+_MG_0017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SUBsTACtJkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/v4M_KqeMzfc/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+an+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274056640774475491.post-6082501436959199537</id><published>2008-12-07T23:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T00:22:20.896-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Viiiiiiva!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;KkKkKkKkKk...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Meu Deus, que comédia, mas enfim!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Olha eu aqui de novo! Tô puta de raiva porque pelo segundo dia seguido minhas saídas para dar umas voltinhas por aí furam! Pior a Karlla vai ficar puta comigo porque não deu certo eu ir comemorar o aniversário dela!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Amiga, me desculpa? O dia mesmo é só amanhã!! Vamos comer uma vaca atolada?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As Alines também deram pra trás! E o Lucas resolve aparecer agora pouco!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pensando bem, foi até bom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não tô nos meus melhores dias pra sair! Com certeza não seria uma boa companhia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hoje aproveitei pra pesquisar umas coisas pro meu pré-projeto! Até terça-feira tenho que ter algo escrito pra entregar pra professora!! No meio disso achei umas musiquinhas novas do Aviões do Forró (se vc não gosta, perdoe-me! Mas eu adooooro um forrozinho!). Cara a Solange escreve umas músicas... Parece até que ela tá ligada com o que acontece com certas pessoas ali! kkkk.... ai, ai, ai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bom meu amigos, fora isso tudo tranquilo! São Paulinos, parabéns pelo hexa! Não posso negar que o Brasileirão esse ano foi mara!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ah, e parabéns pro Moisés também! Foi assistir ao jogo rapaz... Passei a semana toda enchendo o saco dele! Rs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vou nessa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dormir! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quer dizer, tentar! Tô com uma semana dormindo 3 da manhã!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Enfim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Beijos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A letra da musiquinha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Mundo Gira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não vou negar sofri demais quando você me deu um fora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas o tempo passa, o mundo gira, o mundo é uma bola&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pintei o meu cabelo, me valorizei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entrei na academia, eu malhei, malhei...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dei a volta por cima e hoje eu mostrei meu novo(...) haha!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pensou que eu ia chorar por você &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que eu ia morrer de amor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que eu pedir pra voltar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ah ah ah ah ah ah...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;haha!! Quer saber o que tá entre os parênteses na música? Escuta ela! rs... Tá no canto do blog! Tosco, mas muito bom!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Bjok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&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/274056640774475491-6082501436959199537?l=blogdasamm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasamm.blogspot.com/feeds/6082501436959199537/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=274056640774475491&amp;postID=6082501436959199537' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274056640774475491/posts/default/6082501436959199537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274056640774475491/posts/default/6082501436959199537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasamm.blogspot.com/2008/12/viiiiiiva.html' title='Viiiiiiva!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>\/id/\</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274702698704711703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SUQyEwEvqAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BXV8uCdztcU/S220/C%C3%B3pia+(2)+de+_MG_0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274056640774475491.post-5182949218744414963</id><published>2008-11-17T16:50:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:06:03.392-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Faça a sua escolha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sexta-feira da semana passada, quando estava indo para a faculdade, resolvi dar uma passada na Aline. Eu sobindo as escadas da Micro, crente e abafando que ela ia para o Ceut! Mas não... Ela ia para o shopping... Fazer o quê? Segredo nosso!!! kkk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mesmo assim ainda pegamos o busão juntas. Não me recordo direito o que estavamos conversando, mas no meio da conversa eu falei de um texto para ela! (É me lembrei agora do teor da conversa...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É engraçado, porque em menos de uma semana a nossa vida deu uma verdadeira reviravolta! E Aline, eu tenho certeza que aquilo que conversamos naquele ônibus um dia vai acontecer... &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Porque mais importante do que ter um sonho é a gente acreditar nele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Minha amiga, adoro você demais, e tenho certeza que sabe disso! E sei também que você sabe o quanto estou feliz por você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SSL_5z3WQfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DhKu8DAfNZs/s1600-h/CÃ³pia+de+gira3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270055882616881650" style="WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SSL_5z3WQfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DhKu8DAfNZs/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+gira3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SSHHjmZjmAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6AouqHXm_kw/s1600-h/mon4.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O texto que eu tinha falado para ela é do educador João Beauclair. Fala da Bailarina Karina&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Era uma vez uma menina chamada Karina. Desde pequena, ela só tinha uma paixão: dançar e ser uma bailarina famosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Seus pais até desistiram de exigir empenho em qualquer outra atividade: o coração de Karina tinha lugar somente para o ballet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Um dia, Karina teve sua grande chance: conseguiu um encontro com o diretor do Bolshoi, que estava selecionando aspirantes para a companhia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nesse dia, Karina dançou como se fosse seu último dia na Terra. Colocou tudo o que sentia e que aprendera em cada movimento, como se uma vida inteira pudesse ser contada em um único passo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ao final, aproximou-se do renomado diretor e perguntou: "Então, o senhor acha que posso me tornar uma bailarina?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E ela ouviu um &lt;strong&gt;não&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Na viagem de volta à sua aldeia, Karina, em meio às lágrimas, imaginou que nunca mais aquele &lt;strong&gt;não&lt;/strong&gt; deixaria de soar em sua mente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Meses se passaram até que pudesse novamente calçar uma sapatilha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dez anos mais tarde, Karina, já uma estimada professora de ballet, criou coragem de ir à performance anual do Bolshoi em sua região. Sentou-se bem à frente e reconheceu que o diretor do balé ainda era o mesmo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Após o concerto, ela tomou coragem e foi falar com ele. Contou o quanto queria ter sido bailarina do Bolshoi e quanto tinha sido difícil ter ouvido dele aquele &lt;strong&gt;não&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mas, minha filha&lt;/em&gt;... - disse o diretor -&lt;em&gt; eu digo não a todas as aspirantes."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Com o coração ainda aos saltos, Karina não pôde conter a revolta e a surpresa dizendo: &lt;em&gt;"Como o senhor poderia cometer uma injustiça dessas? Eu poderia ter sido uma grande bailarina se não fosse o descaso com que o senhor me avaliou!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O diretor não hesitou ao responder: &lt;em&gt;"Perdoe-me, minha filha, mas você nunca poderia ter sido grande o suficiente, se foi capaz de abandonar o seu sonho pela opinião de outra pessoa".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Moral da história:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quando estabelecemos metas é muito maior a nossa chance de conquistar nossos sonhos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o entanto, mais importante do que tudo é acreditar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Porque o que não faltam na vida são os obstáculos! E assim, muitos desistem da luta, por medo, por preguiça ou porque acreditaram nas previsões negativas dos outros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Faça sua escolha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274056640774475491-5182949218744414963?l=blogdasamm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasamm.blogspot.com/feeds/5182949218744414963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=274056640774475491&amp;postID=5182949218744414963' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274056640774475491/posts/default/5182949218744414963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274056640774475491/posts/default/5182949218744414963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasamm.blogspot.com/2008/11/faa-sua-escolha.html' title='Faça a sua escolha...'/><author><name>\/id/\</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274702698704711703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SUQyEwEvqAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BXV8uCdztcU/S220/C%C3%B3pia+(2)+de+_MG_0017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SSL_5z3WQfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DhKu8DAfNZs/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+gira3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274056640774475491.post-6266985112232994675</id><published>2008-11-03T16:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T15:14:07.292-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Interessante reflexão!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264474122113055442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SQ8rUlnI-tI/AAAAAAAAACg/UwWPHRN5r9w/s200/cruz1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264474629206298770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SQ8ryGrl0JI/AAAAAAAAACo/Fs2Kk7eXTrE/s200/cruz2.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Deus, é muito pesado... Por favor, corte um pouco embaixo...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264475632038272178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SQ8ssehXXLI/AAAAAAAAACw/LgN2uvekGbU/s200/cruz3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264476281317798162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SQ8tSRRqsRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/S9-TdaZrwGQ/s200/cruz4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264477812612188834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SQ8urZysyqI/AAAAAAAAADA/w8AkseL4Y3Q/s200/cruz5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SQ80Q1AzesI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qR-mfhhaiPE/s1600-h/cruz6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264483953132403394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SQ80Q1AzesI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qR-mfhhaiPE/s200/cruz6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Deus, corte um pouco mais... Poderei carregar melhor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SQ8z7Z5IvII/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WWEDqsiRL-o/s1600-h/cruz7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264483585075231874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SQ8z7Z5IvII/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WWEDqsiRL-o/s200/cruz7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264488152125003266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SQ84FPep1gI/AAAAAAAAAEg/TDIyLyfEUrU/s200/cruz8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Deus, muito obrigado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SQ8zUwIf8FI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7vBZ7pzPkKc/s1600-h/cruz9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264482921030348882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SQ8zUwIf8FI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7vBZ7pzPkKc/s200/cruz9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SQ8zCHibLnI/AAAAAAAAAD4/9HEEZmRBQ4U/s1600-h/cruz10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264482600895590002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SQ8zCHibLnI/AAAAAAAAAD4/9HEEZmRBQ4U/s200/cruz10.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SQ8yuuUWWFI/AAAAAAAAADw/h4UwKTeMOUg/s1600-h/cruz11.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264482267708151890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SQ8yuuUWWFI/AAAAAAAAADw/h4UwKTeMOUg/s200/cruz11.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Use como ponte, e atravesse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SQ8ya8EN0AI/AAAAAAAAADo/H0pcTHTAlQE/s1600-h/cruz12.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264481927801196546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SQ8ya8EN0AI/AAAAAAAAADo/H0pcTHTAlQE/s200/cruz12.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ah!! É muito curta, não posso cruzar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SQ8wLewOAdI/AAAAAAAAADY/ePG9CCVLCiQ/s1600-h/cruz13.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264479463211401682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SQ8wLewOAdI/AAAAAAAAADY/ePG9CCVLCiQ/s200/cruz13.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SQ8vxMP1gYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/xmy9ul9Zmp4/s1600-h/cruz14.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264479011567141250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SQ8vxMP1gYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/xmy9ul9Zmp4/s200/cruz14.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não soltemos a 'cruz' que às vezes nos é dada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tudo tem um 'para que' e um 'por que'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As cruzes nos fazem crescer e amadurecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'A grandeza do homem está no que faz, no seu esforço. Não no privilégio.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Use vírgulas para separar as experiências boas das más.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Reticências para quem lhe faltou em alguma situação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Salpique exclamações na sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Abuse das interjeições de felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Faça uma revisão nos seus sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tome decisões com letra maiúscula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E coloque um ponto final na tristeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O otimismo na dificuldade reduz o mal à metade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274056640774475491-6266985112232994675?l=blogdasamm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasamm.blogspot.com/feeds/6266985112232994675/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=274056640774475491&amp;postID=6266985112232994675' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274056640774475491/posts/default/6266985112232994675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274056640774475491/posts/default/6266985112232994675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasamm.blogspot.com/2008/11/interessante-reflexo.html' title='Interessante reflexão!'/><author><name>\/id/\</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274702698704711703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SUQyEwEvqAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BXV8uCdztcU/S220/C%C3%B3pia+(2)+de+_MG_0017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SQ8rUlnI-tI/AAAAAAAAACg/UwWPHRN5r9w/s72-c/cruz1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274056640774475491.post-4414777474234392681</id><published>2008-10-31T19:36:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T20:01:22.536-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oração a si mesmo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Você faz uma prece ao levantar ou ao se deitar? Já fez uma prece a si mesmo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Olha só: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que eu me permita olhar, escutar e sonhar mais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Falar menos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chorar menos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ver nos olhos de quem me vê a admiração que eles me têm e não a inveja que penso que têm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Permitir sempre escutar aquilo que eu não tenho me permitido escutar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saber realizar os sonhos que nascem em mim e por mim e comigo morrem por eu não os conhecer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Então, que eu possa viver os sonhos possíveis e os impossíveis; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SQuJ2I_pNDI/AAAAAAAAACY/JwcA5083Ncg/s1600-h/CÃ³pia+de+sl+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263452152732922930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SQuJ2I_pNDI/AAAAAAAAACY/JwcA5083Ncg/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+sl+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aqueles que morrem e ressuscitam: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A cada novo fruto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A cada nova flor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A cada novo calor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A cada nova geada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A cada novo dia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que eu possa sonhar o ar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sonhar o mar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sonhar o amar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o amalgamar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que eu possa substituir minhas palavras pelo toque, pelo sentir, pelo compreender, pelo segredo das coisas mais raras, pela oração mental (aquela que a alma cria e que só ela, ouve e só ela, responde). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que eu saiba reproduzir na alma a imagem que entra pelos meus olhos fazendo-me parte suprema da natureza, criando-me e recriando-me a cada instante. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que eu possa chorar menos de tristeza e mais de contentamentos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que meu choro não seja em vão, que em vão não sejam minhas dúvidas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que eu saiba perder meus caminhos, mas saiba recuperar meus destinos com dignidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que eu não tenha medo de nada, principalmente de mim mesmo: que eu não tenha medo de meus medos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que eu adormeça toda vez que for derramar lágrimas inúteis e desperte com o coração cheio de esperanças. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que eu faça de mim um homem sereno dentro de minha própria turbulência, sábio dentro de meus limites pequenos e inexatos, humilde diante de minhas grandezas tolas e ingênuas (que eu me mostre o quanto são pequenas minhas grandezas e o quanto é valiosa minha pequenez). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que eu me permita ser mãe, ser pai, e, se for preciso, ser órfão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Permita-me ensinar o pouco que sei e aprender o muito que não sei, traduzir o que os mestres ensinaram e compreender a alegria com que os simples traduzem suas experiências; respeitar incondicionalmente o ser; o ser por si só, por mais nada que possa ter além de sua essência, auxiliar a solidão de quem chegou, render-me ao motivo de quem partiu e aceitar a saudade de quem ficou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que eu possa amar e ser amado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que eu possa amar mesmo sem ser amado, fazer gentilezas quando recebo carinhos; fazer carinhos mesmo quando não recebo gentilezas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E... que eu jamais fique só, mesmo quando eu me queira só. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Texto de Oswaldo Antônio Begiato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274056640774475491-4414777474234392681?l=blogdasamm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasamm.blogspot.com/feeds/4414777474234392681/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=274056640774475491&amp;postID=4414777474234392681' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274056640774475491/posts/default/4414777474234392681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274056640774475491/posts/default/4414777474234392681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasamm.blogspot.com/2008/10/orao-si-mesmo.html' title='Oração a si mesmo...'/><author><name>\/id/\</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274702698704711703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SUQyEwEvqAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BXV8uCdztcU/S220/C%C3%B3pia+(2)+de+_MG_0017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SQuJ2I_pNDI/AAAAAAAAACY/JwcA5083Ncg/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+sl+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274056640774475491.post-3395909951978690318</id><published>2008-07-27T16:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T16:41:37.682-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida me ensinou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A vida me ensinou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A dizer adeus às pessoas que amo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sem tira-las do meu coração;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sorrir às pessoas que não gostam de mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Para mostra-las que sou diferente do que elas pensam;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fazer de conta que tudo está bem quando isso não é verdade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Para que eu possa acreditar que tudo vai mudar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Calar-me para ouvir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aprender com meus erros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Afinal eu posso ser sempre melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A lutar contra as injustiças;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sorrir quando o que mais desejo é gritar todas as minhas dores para o mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A ser forte quando os que amo estão com problemas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ser carinhosa com todos que precisam do meu carinho;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ouvir a todos que só precisam desabafar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Amar aos que me machucam ou querem fazer de mim depósito de suas frustrações e desafetos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Perdoar incondicionalmente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pois já precisei desse perdão;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Amar incondicionalmente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pois também preciso desse amor;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A alegrar a quem precisa;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A pedir perdão;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A sonhar acordado;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A acordar para a realidade (sempre que fosse necessário);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A aproveitar cada instante de felicidade;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A chorar de saudade sem vergonha de demonstrar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me ensinou a ter olhos para "ver e ouvir estrelas", embora nem sempre consiga entendê-las; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A ver o encanto do pôr-do-sol;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A sentir a dor do adeus e do que se acaba, sempre lutando para preservar tudo o que é importante para a felicidade do meu ser;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A abrir minhas janelas para o amor;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A não temer o futuro; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me ensinou e esta me ensinando a aproveitar o presente, como um presente que da vida recebi, e usá-lo como um diamante que eu mesma tenha que lapidar, lhe dando forma da maneira que eu escolher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&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/274056640774475491-3395909951978690318?l=blogdasamm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasamm.blogspot.com/feeds/3395909951978690318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=274056640774475491&amp;postID=3395909951978690318' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274056640774475491/posts/default/3395909951978690318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274056640774475491/posts/default/3395909951978690318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasamm.blogspot.com/2008/07/vida-me-ensinou.html' title='A vida me ensinou...'/><author><name>\/id/\</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274702698704711703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SUQyEwEvqAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BXV8uCdztcU/S220/C%C3%B3pia+(2)+de+_MG_0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274056640774475491.post-4125941298346782535</id><published>2008-07-10T23:18:00.016-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T00:09:39.661-03:00</updated><title type='text'>M-O-N-O-B-L-O-C-O, que beleza, uh, Monobloco!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SHbMRJP95tI/AAAAAAAAAB4/r1i9rbp0OQw/s1600-h/monobloco1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Em sua primeira apresentação no Piauí Pop, o Monobloco surpreendeu o público e ultrapassou todas as expectativas, fechando com chave de ouro e agitando mais do que nunca os presentes no último dia da quinta edição do evento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SHbNsqDOAqI/AAAAAAAAACA/-n28cMhzFQY/s1600-h/monobloco1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221586985068397218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SHbNsqDOAqI/AAAAAAAAACA/-n28cMhzFQY/s320/monobloco1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A banda é consagrada por incorporar diversos ritmos e estilos musicais à batida do samba. O Monobloco é a cara do Rio de Janeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas pessoas que não conheciam o grupo, perguntavam que idéia foi essa de trazer essa tal banda pra cá. Quem esperou a apresentação não se arrependeu de forma alguma, e com certeza ficou na vontade de assistir mais apresentações do grupo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/274056640774475491-4125941298346782535?l=blogdasamm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasamm.blogspot.com/feeds/4125941298346782535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=274056640774475491&amp;postID=4125941298346782535' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274056640774475491/posts/default/4125941298346782535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274056640774475491/posts/default/4125941298346782535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasamm.blogspot.com/2008/07/m-o-n-o-b-l-o-c-o-que-beleza-uh.html' title='M-O-N-O-B-L-O-C-O, que beleza, uh, Monobloco!!!!'/><author><name>\/id/\</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274702698704711703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SUQyEwEvqAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BXV8uCdztcU/S220/C%C3%B3pia+(2)+de+_MG_0017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SHbNsqDOAqI/AAAAAAAAACA/-n28cMhzFQY/s72-c/monobloco1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274056640774475491.post-7165125059904192577</id><published>2008-07-10T21:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:30:39.441-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meio Norte realiza debate com candidatos à prefeitura de Teresina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O primeiro debate das eleições 2008 para a Prefeitura de Teresina terminou agora pouco. O debate, que teve a duração de 2h30min, foi dividido em cinco blocos. Na oportunidade os seis candidatos puderam colocar suas propostas e discutir temas polêmicos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Durante o debate, que foi comandado pelo apresentador Silas Freire, os candidatos falaram do desejo de chegar ao Palácio da Cidade, e responderam perguntas feitas pela comunidade e entre eles mesmos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Apesar de discutirem assuntos polêmicos o debate ocorreu com tranquilidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gp1.com.br/materia.asp?notcod=38342"&gt;Veja a matéria na íntegra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&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/274056640774475491-7165125059904192577?l=blogdasamm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasamm.blogspot.com/feeds/7165125059904192577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=274056640774475491&amp;postID=7165125059904192577' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274056640774475491/posts/default/7165125059904192577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274056640774475491/posts/default/7165125059904192577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasamm.blogspot.com/2008/07/meio-norte-realiza-debate-com.html' title='Meio Norte realiza debate com candidatos à prefeitura de Teresina'/><author><name>\/id/\</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274702698704711703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SUQyEwEvqAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BXV8uCdztcU/S220/C%C3%B3pia+(2)+de+_MG_0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274056640774475491.post-8849981582183410241</id><published>2008-07-09T23:45:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T00:16:01.617-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Propaganda Eleitoral ilegal terá punição severa no Piauí</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;As regras para a propaganda eleitoral deste ano já estão definidas. As punições para aqueles que desrespeitarem o que a justiça eleitoral determina serão mais severas e de caráter penal, e não administrativo. Além disso, há novidades em relação à propaganda que pode ou não ser realizada durante o pleito e às punições.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O TRE-PI divulgou uma cartilha aos candidatos e à população contendo informações sobre o uso outdoors, comícios, a distribuição de brindes, internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henrique Conde, Chefe do Cartório Eleitoral da 63ª Zona, afirmou que muitos candidatos têm procurado o órgão para tirar dúvidas e fazer consultas a respeito das punições. Além disso, foi disponibilizado aos eleitores um &lt;strong&gt;Disque-Eleições&lt;/strong&gt;, onde as pessoas podem se informar dos locais de votação, segunda via de título, ou fazer denúncias. O número do serviço é &lt;strong&gt;(86) 2107-9797.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gp1.com.br/materia.asp?notcod=38210"&gt;Veja a matéria na íntegra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274056640774475491-8849981582183410241?l=blogdasamm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasamm.blogspot.com/feeds/8849981582183410241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=274056640774475491&amp;postID=8849981582183410241' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274056640774475491/posts/default/8849981582183410241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274056640774475491/posts/default/8849981582183410241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasamm.blogspot.com/2008/07/propaganda-eleitoral-ilegal-ter-punio.html' title='Propaganda Eleitoral ilegal terá punição severa no Piauí'/><author><name>\/id/\</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274702698704711703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SUQyEwEvqAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BXV8uCdztcU/S220/C%C3%B3pia+(2)+de+_MG_0017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274056640774475491.post-291635216124228147</id><published>2008-07-09T18:24:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T00:14:50.266-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Secretário Robert Rios reafirma voto em Silvio Mendes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SHV3DtwE_kI/AAAAAAAAAA4/jHW7UusVnnY/s1600-h/robert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221210248710520386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SHV3DtwE_kI/AAAAAAAAAA4/jHW7UusVnnY/s320/robert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Em entrevista cedida a uma TV local hoje (8), o Secretário de Segurança do Piauí, Robert Rios (PCdoB) falou sobre o caso do prefeito da cidade de São Julião-PI, Francisco Carlos Xavier (PCdoB), e sobre a disputa pela Prefeitura de Teresina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;O prefeito de São Julião estaria sofrendo ameaças de morte pelo vice-prefeito da cidade, José Francimar Pereira (PP). O Secretário disse que foi procurado pessoalmente por Francisco Carlos há um mês atrás, e fez a denúncia, dizendo ainda que não ia sair candidato, por conta do vice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Eleições 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Na oportunidade, Robert Rios, que é deputado estadual pelo PCdoB, falou sobre as eleições para a Prefeitura de Teresina. Ele reafirmou o seu voto em Sílvio Mendes (PSDB), atual prefeito, mas disse que continuará a fazer críticas. Ele ainda elogiou o Deputado Federal Nazareno Fonteles, candidato do PT à prefeitura da capital, e que é apoiado pelo PCdoB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gp1.com.br/materia.asp?notcod=38113"&gt;Veja a matéria na íntegra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gp1.com.br/materia.asp?notcod=38113"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&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/274056640774475491-291635216124228147?l=blogdasamm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasamm.blogspot.com/feeds/291635216124228147/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=274056640774475491&amp;postID=291635216124228147' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274056640774475491/posts/default/291635216124228147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274056640774475491/posts/default/291635216124228147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasamm.blogspot.com/2008/07/secretrio-robert-rios-reafirma-voto-em.html' title='Secretário Robert Rios reafirma voto em Silvio Mendes'/><author><name>\/id/\</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274702698704711703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SUQyEwEvqAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BXV8uCdztcU/S220/C%C3%B3pia+(2)+de+_MG_0017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SHV3DtwE_kI/AAAAAAAAAA4/jHW7UusVnnY/s72-c/robert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274056640774475491.post-5654915092533189096</id><published>2008-07-08T17:06:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:59:24.681-03:00</updated><title type='text'>100 mil correspondências não são entregues no Estado do PI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SHVuUUPPvII/AAAAAAAAAAo/x5n7Y2KCXwo/s1600-h/foto+correio"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221200638315052162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SHVuUUPPvII/AAAAAAAAAAo/x5n7Y2KCXwo/s320/foto+correio" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;A greve dos Correios já dura uma semana e tem prazo indefinido para acabar em todo o Brasil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;De acordo com o Diretor Regional dos Correios no Piauí, José Rosa, o movimento se resume aos carteiros e é extra contemporâneo, já que a data base seria no mês que vem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;"Um ou outro agente está parado", disse ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;O serviço mais afetado é o de distribuição. Por conta disso, mais de 100 mil correspondências no Piauí deixam de ser recebidas pelo CTO, Centro de Triagem de Objetos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gp1.com.br/materia.asp?notcod=38085"&gt;Veja a matéria na íntegra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274056640774475491-5654915092533189096?l=blogdasamm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdasamm.blogspot.com/feeds/5654915092533189096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=274056640774475491&amp;postID=5654915092533189096' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274056640774475491/posts/default/5654915092533189096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274056640774475491/posts/default/5654915092533189096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdasamm.blogspot.com/2008/07/100-mil-correspondncias-no-so-entregues.html' title='100 mil correspondências não são entregues no Estado do PI'/><author><name>\/id/\</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07274702698704711703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SUQyEwEvqAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BXV8uCdztcU/S220/C%C3%B3pia+(2)+de+_MG_0017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oGi4kOVK0V8/SHVuUUPPvII/AAAAAAAAAAo/x5n7Y2KCXwo/s72-c/foto+correio' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
