<?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-8250728064718307799</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:00:02.404-08:00</updated><category term='Ano Novo'/><category term='Reflexão'/><category term='Aniversário'/><category term='Natal'/><category term='Motivação'/><category term='Vida'/><category term='Amizade'/><category term='Felicidade'/><category term='Sabedoria'/><category term='Carinho'/><category term='Educação'/><category term='Amor'/><category term='Ciúmes'/><category term='Saudades'/><title type='text'>Mil Mensagens</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Letícia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SrtSuGsK78I/AAAAAAAABT8/6SdinIR8baQ/S220/2-p.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-2902295744768800181</id><published>2009-07-03T04:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T04:25:40.607-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudades'/><title type='text'>Suspiros - Hilda Hilst</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/Sk3pxE_-y6I/AAAAAAAABMA/VJkgfTecKKM/s1600-h/temporary%2520peace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354192561378347938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/Sk3pxE_-y6I/AAAAAAAABMA/VJkgfTecKKM/s320/temporary%2520peace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Essa lua enlutada, esse desassossego,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A convulsão de dentro, ilharga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dentro da solidão,  corpo morrendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tudo isso te devo. Eram tão vastas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As coisas planejadas, navios,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muralhas de marfim, palavras largas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Consentimentos sempe, e seria dezembro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um cavalo de jade sobre as águas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dupla transparência, fio suspenso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todas essas coisas na ponta dos teus dedos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E tudo se desfez no pórtico tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Em lívido silêncio. Umas manhãs de vidro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vento, a alma esvaziada, um sol que não vejo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Também isso te devo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Hilda Hilst)&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/8250728064718307799-2902295744768800181?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/2902295744768800181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=2902295744768800181' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/2902295744768800181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/2902295744768800181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2009/07/suspiros-hilda-hilst.html' title='Suspiros - Hilda Hilst'/><author><name>Letícia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SrtSuGsK78I/AAAAAAAABT8/6SdinIR8baQ/S220/2-p.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/Sk3pxE_-y6I/AAAAAAAABMA/VJkgfTecKKM/s72-c/temporary%2520peace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-2971141567854515230</id><published>2009-07-02T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T08:43:23.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Viagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SkzVbYS2JDI/AAAAAAAABLw/s_DUSO_da5s/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353888723391358002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SkzVbYS2JDI/AAAAAAAABLw/s_DUSO_da5s/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Busque, meu amor, novas partes, novo engenho, &lt;div align="center"&gt;Para matar-me, e novas esquivanças,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que não pode tirar-me as esperanças,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que mal me tirarão o que não tenho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Olhai de que asperezas me mantenho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vede que perigosas seguranças!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que não temo contrastes, nem mudanças,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Andando em bravo mar, perdido lenho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas, conquanto não pode haver desgosto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Onde esperança falta, lá me esconde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor, um mal que mata e não se vê.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que dias há na alma me tem posto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um não sei quê, que nasce não sei donde,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vem não sei como, e dói não sei porquê.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Luis de Camões)&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/8250728064718307799-2971141567854515230?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/2971141567854515230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=2971141567854515230' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/2971141567854515230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/2971141567854515230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2009/07/viagem.html' title='Viagem'/><author><name>Letícia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SrtSuGsK78I/AAAAAAAABT8/6SdinIR8baQ/S220/2-p.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SkzVbYS2JDI/AAAAAAAABLw/s_DUSO_da5s/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-4761935282734015075</id><published>2009-07-02T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T07:11:26.265-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Eu já estava lá</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/Sky_whb83uI/AAAAAAAABLo/wLDdxgTbNHA/s1600-h/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353864897366908642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/Sky_whb83uI/AAAAAAAABLo/wLDdxgTbNHA/s320/30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sou eu. Cobre-me com o manto da noite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O encanto é sermos os dois quase o desespero.&lt;br /&gt;O eu amar-te contado em seredo,&lt;br /&gt;isto nunca saberás.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém sabe que te amo,&lt;br /&gt;desconfiam, apenas simplesmente.&lt;br /&gt;E notam o meu beijo te agasalhando&lt;br /&gt;dentro da minha alma,&lt;br /&gt;para depois, morrer de amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Autor Desconhecido) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250728064718307799-4761935282734015075?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/4761935282734015075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=4761935282734015075' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/4761935282734015075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/4761935282734015075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2009/07/eu-ja-estava-la.html' title='Eu já estava lá'/><author><name>Letícia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SrtSuGsK78I/AAAAAAAABT8/6SdinIR8baQ/S220/2-p.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/Sky_whb83uI/AAAAAAAABLo/wLDdxgTbNHA/s72-c/30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-6934313727892648984</id><published>2009-07-02T04:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T05:10:15.215-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudades'/><title type='text'>Recordações</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SkyjaoR-B-I/AAAAAAAABLg/aQdsznYFzHU/s1600-h/barco.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353833734921390050" border="0" alt="Mensagem de Saudades: Recordações" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SkyjaoR-B-I/AAAAAAAABLg/aQdsznYFzHU/s320/barco.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Recordei o dia em que conheci você.&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de ficar no teu corpo, penetrar em teu olhar,&lt;br /&gt;me afogar no teu sorriso e me aninhar no teu peito.&lt;br /&gt;Desconfiar do nosso amor era suspeito, e sentí-lo era desafio. Dizê-lo, loucura.&lt;br /&gt;Viver o momento era intensamente o mais correto ato a seguir, nos llivrando das palavras com as quais nos vestiam, e nos cobrindo com as três cortinas brancas de seu quarto que desvendavam e uniam nossas almas aflitas de paz e amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A experiência adquirida adquiriu experiência na própria razão de somente existir, e não existíamos aos olhos do mundo, desmentindo verdades e afirmando mentiras que, aos nossos olhos, eram nosso mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E recordei dia em que conheci você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quis chorar e não consegui, não haviam lágrimas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas o céu chorou por mim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por nós...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250728064718307799-6934313727892648984?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/6934313727892648984/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=6934313727892648984' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/6934313727892648984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/6934313727892648984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2009/07/recordacoes.html' title='Recordações'/><author><name>Letícia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SrtSuGsK78I/AAAAAAAABT8/6SdinIR8baQ/S220/2-p.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SkyjaoR-B-I/AAAAAAAABLg/aQdsznYFzHU/s72-c/barco.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-5095157096610381711</id><published>2009-03-14T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T12:59:46.391-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Felicidade'/><title type='text'>Onde está a felicidade?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SbwMql-7ZrI/AAAAAAAABJo/WZldCbcQysE/s1600-h/olhosabertos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SbwMql-7ZrI/AAAAAAAABJo/WZldCbcQysE/s200/olhosabertos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313135586280433330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Alguns pensam que a felicidade está em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;coisas complicadas. Outros percebem sua presença&lt;br /&gt;em coisas pequenas e em migalhas insignificantes&lt;br /&gt;de nada. Talvez alguns os classificassem&lt;br /&gt;de ingênuos e quem sabe até mesmo de tolos.&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe, estes são os verdadeiros sábios. Felizes&lt;br /&gt;dos sábios de coração."&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/8250728064718307799-5095157096610381711?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/5095157096610381711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=5095157096610381711' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/5095157096610381711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/5095157096610381711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2009/03/onde-esta-felicidade.html' title='Onde está a felicidade?'/><author><name>Letícia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SrtSuGsK78I/AAAAAAAABT8/6SdinIR8baQ/S220/2-p.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SbwMql-7ZrI/AAAAAAAABJo/WZldCbcQysE/s72-c/olhosabertos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-7466833186588574431</id><published>2009-01-03T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T08:38:52.131-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Felicidade'/><title type='text'>A verdadeira felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SV-UXGMoxHI/AAAAAAAABE0/aVO-d3nOIwc/s1600-h/anjos-20.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 176px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SV-UXGMoxHI/AAAAAAAABE0/aVO-d3nOIwc/s400/anjos-20.gif" alt="Felicidade" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287107612077769842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;verdadeira felicidade&lt;/span&gt; não consiste em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;viajar a cem kilômetros por hora,&lt;br /&gt;ou voar num avião, mas sobretudo&lt;br /&gt;em ser rico de um bom pensamento e&lt;br /&gt;ter no coração muita amizade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(George Duhawell)&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/8250728064718307799-7466833186588574431?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/7466833186588574431/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=7466833186588574431' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/7466833186588574431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/7466833186588574431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2009/01/verdadeira-felicidade.html' title='A verdadeira felicidade'/><author><name>Letícia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SrtSuGsK78I/AAAAAAAABT8/6SdinIR8baQ/S220/2-p.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SV-UXGMoxHI/AAAAAAAABE0/aVO-d3nOIwc/s72-c/anjos-20.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-5174971937810476887</id><published>2008-12-31T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:13:03.162-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade'/><title type='text'>Cultivar a amizade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SVxCgTeds9I/AAAAAAAABEs/ePgCdurxt0Y/s1600-h/cutecolorsbal4b.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SVxCgTeds9I/AAAAAAAABEs/ePgCdurxt0Y/s400/cutecolorsbal4b.gif" alt="Amizade" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286173185377416146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A amizade nos faz sentir queridos, respeitados, valorizados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aumenta nossa auto-estima e nos leva a acreditar&lt;br /&gt;que somos capazes de progredir.&lt;br /&gt;É um vínculo que precisamos cultivar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nívea Maria de Carvalho)&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/8250728064718307799-5174971937810476887?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/5174971937810476887/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=5174971937810476887' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/5174971937810476887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/5174971937810476887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/12/cultivar-amizade.html' title='Cultivar a amizade'/><author><name>Letícia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SrtSuGsK78I/AAAAAAAABT8/6SdinIR8baQ/S220/2-p.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SVxCgTeds9I/AAAAAAAABEs/ePgCdurxt0Y/s72-c/cutecolorsbal4b.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-3465244673761544844</id><published>2008-12-30T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:55:25.430-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade'/><title type='text'>As amizades existem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SVqcVjDtYhI/AAAAAAAABEg/_psRvXxGyv8/s1600-h/anjos-7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SVqcVjDtYhI/AAAAAAAABEg/_psRvXxGyv8/s400/anjos-7.gif" alt="Amizades" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285709006674682386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As amizades existem para trazer um pouco de claridade,&lt;br /&gt;de sabor verdadeiro, de significado para nossas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Maria Helena Matarazzo)&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/8250728064718307799-3465244673761544844?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/3465244673761544844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=3465244673761544844' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/3465244673761544844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/3465244673761544844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/12/as-amizades-existem.html' title='As amizades existem'/><author><name>Letícia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SrtSuGsK78I/AAAAAAAABT8/6SdinIR8baQ/S220/2-p.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SVqcVjDtYhI/AAAAAAAABEg/_psRvXxGyv8/s72-c/anjos-7.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-7461714767679598829</id><published>2008-12-27T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:01:33.795-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Mensagens de Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SVakuaGy8fI/AAAAAAAABEY/SD4AK72yFbE/s1600-h/cutecolorslovefence2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SVakuaGy8fI/AAAAAAAABEY/SD4AK72yFbE/s320/cutecolorslovefence2.gif" alt="Mensagens de Amor" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284592329954619890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h4 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Pequenas Mensagens de Amor&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nosso &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt; é muito mais que momentos banais e fúteis pensamentos. Ele está acima de quaisquer prazeres e desejos. Nosso amor é um sonho que se tornou realidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;A minha vida pode não ser perfeita, mas quando estou ao seu lado, ela se torna melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A escuridão nunca vai me amendrontar, porque a luz do amor brilha em meu olhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;O momento mais importante da minha vida foi o momento exato em que nossos olhos se encontraram e nossos corações se apaixonaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um forte abraço é a melhor maneira de proteger o nosso &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Teus olhos são espelhos e me mostram que a felicidade está dentro de nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na minha confeitaria o doce mais saboroso é você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Você tem um lugar especial na minha vida: está guardado no meu coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você não é elétrico, mas enche a minha vida de boas energias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Meu coração não é pirata, mas navega pelos sete mares em busca do nosso amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não somos apenas namorados. Eu sou tua princesa e você é meu príncipe encantado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Se um dia o sol se apagar, não me importa. Eu tenho a luz dos seus olhos para me iluminar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não importa que o tempo seja pouco. O que interessa mesmo é que o nosso amor é superlouco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ao dormir, sonho contigo. Quando acordo, quero te ver... Eu não vivo sem você!&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/8250728064718307799-7461714767679598829?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/7461714767679598829/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=7461714767679598829' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/7461714767679598829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/7461714767679598829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/12/mensagens-de-amor.html' title='Mensagens de Amor'/><author><name>Letícia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SrtSuGsK78I/AAAAAAAABT8/6SdinIR8baQ/S220/2-p.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SVakuaGy8fI/AAAAAAAABEY/SD4AK72yFbE/s72-c/cutecolorslovefence2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-5720900549080287311</id><published>2008-12-27T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:55:44.083-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade'/><title type='text'>A amizade aumenta a felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SVZypp7OfrI/AAAAAAAABEA/p_oKg6EATQY/s1600-h/cutecolorsspringgirl5a.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 99px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SVZypp7OfrI/AAAAAAAABEA/p_oKg6EATQY/s320/cutecolorsspringgirl5a.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284537272720326322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A amizade aumenta a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e reduz o infortúnio,&lt;br /&gt;mutiplicando a nossa alegria&lt;br /&gt;e dividindo a nossa dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Joseph Addison)&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/8250728064718307799-5720900549080287311?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/5720900549080287311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=5720900549080287311' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/5720900549080287311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/5720900549080287311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/12/amizade-aumenta-felicidade.html' title='A amizade aumenta a felicidade'/><author><name>Letícia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SrtSuGsK78I/AAAAAAAABT8/6SdinIR8baQ/S220/2-p.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SVZypp7OfrI/AAAAAAAABEA/p_oKg6EATQY/s72-c/cutecolorsspringgirl5a.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-5790336983475293893</id><published>2008-12-26T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:57:24.187-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Mais amor entre os povos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SVWu6pLXbDI/AAAAAAAABD4/BerXinnEbK0/s1600-h/cutecolorsfae5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 74px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SVWu6pLXbDI/AAAAAAAABD4/BerXinnEbK0/s320/cutecolorsfae5.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284322060298316850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se há uma coisa neste mundo,&lt;br /&gt;à qual vale a pena dedicar sua vida,&lt;br /&gt;é a criação de mais amor entre os povos&lt;br /&gt;e a destruição das barreiras que existem entre eles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Leon Tolstói)&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/8250728064718307799-5790336983475293893?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/5790336983475293893/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=5790336983475293893' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/5790336983475293893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/5790336983475293893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/12/mais-amor-entre-os-povos.html' title='Mais amor entre os povos'/><author><name>Letícia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SrtSuGsK78I/AAAAAAAABT8/6SdinIR8baQ/S220/2-p.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SVWu6pLXbDI/AAAAAAAABD4/BerXinnEbK0/s72-c/cutecolorsfae5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-8656144779214364389</id><published>2008-12-26T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:57:11.868-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carinho'/><title type='text'>O dia mais importante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SVUOf3jlJOI/AAAAAAAABDo/epAehaCtM48/s1600-h/cutecolorsschool2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 151px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SVUOf3jlJOI/AAAAAAAABDo/epAehaCtM48/s320/cutecolorsschool2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284145678441063650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O dia mais importante não é quando conhecemos as pessoas,&lt;br /&gt;mas, sim, o momento em que elas passam a existir dentro de nós.&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/8250728064718307799-8656144779214364389?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/8656144779214364389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=8656144779214364389' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/8656144779214364389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/8656144779214364389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-dia-mais-importante.html' title='O dia mais importante'/><author><name>Letícia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SrtSuGsK78I/AAAAAAAABT8/6SdinIR8baQ/S220/2-p.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SVUOf3jlJOI/AAAAAAAABDo/epAehaCtM48/s72-c/cutecolorsschool2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-5126733765377393305</id><published>2008-12-24T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:55:44.084-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade'/><title type='text'>A amizade é um bem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SVJsgzovCoI/AAAAAAAABDg/0ED8e38ddZ0/s1600-h/cutecolorsj2a.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 163px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SVJsgzovCoI/AAAAAAAABDg/0ED8e38ddZ0/s320/cutecolorsj2a.gif" alt="Mensagem Amizade" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283404623731690114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A amizade é um bem ao alcance de todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saibda investir nas pessoas à sua volta.&lt;br /&gt;Os amigos valem mais do que&lt;br /&gt;verdadeiras preciosidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Autor Desconhecido)&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/8250728064718307799-5126733765377393305?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/5126733765377393305/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=5126733765377393305' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/5126733765377393305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/5126733765377393305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/12/amizade-um-bem.html' title='A amizade é um bem'/><author><name>Letícia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SrtSuGsK78I/AAAAAAAABT8/6SdinIR8baQ/S220/2-p.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SVJsgzovCoI/AAAAAAAABDg/0ED8e38ddZ0/s72-c/cutecolorsj2a.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-1850147274500214871</id><published>2008-12-24T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:55:44.085-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade'/><title type='text'>Amigo Sincero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SVJBJztvlEI/AAAAAAAABDY/-rK3np3ZMtc/s1600-h/cutecolorsj7a.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 127px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SVJBJztvlEI/AAAAAAAABDY/-rK3np3ZMtc/s320/cutecolorsj7a.gif" alt="Mensagem Amigo" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283356949615711298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amigo sincero é aquele que mostra seus erros&lt;br /&gt;e ajuda a vencê-los. Não aquele que os esconde&lt;br /&gt;somente para satisfazê-lo, permitindo que&lt;br /&gt;você viva em um mundo de mentiras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Autor Desconhecido)&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/8250728064718307799-1850147274500214871?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/1850147274500214871/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=1850147274500214871' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/1850147274500214871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/1850147274500214871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/12/amigo-sincero.html' title='Amigo Sincero'/><author><name>Letícia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SrtSuGsK78I/AAAAAAAABT8/6SdinIR8baQ/S220/2-p.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SVJBJztvlEI/AAAAAAAABDY/-rK3np3ZMtc/s72-c/cutecolorsj7a.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-2521134177554061034</id><published>2008-12-22T14:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:55:54.455-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Amar verdadeiramente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SVAcCR0VNgI/AAAAAAAABDI/nCjosNvc_u8/s1600-h/cutecolorsloverack2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 57px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SVAcCR0VNgI/AAAAAAAABDI/nCjosNvc_u8/s400/cutecolorsloverack2.gif" alt="Mensagens" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282753188373804546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amar verdadeiramente é te aceitar do jeito que és,&lt;br /&gt;com suas múltiplas virtudes e seus pequenos defeitos,&lt;br /&gt;sabendo que me amas da mesma forma...&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/8250728064718307799-2521134177554061034?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/2521134177554061034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=2521134177554061034' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/2521134177554061034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/2521134177554061034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/12/amar-verdadeiramente.html' title='Amar verdadeiramente'/><author><name>Letícia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SrtSuGsK78I/AAAAAAAABT8/6SdinIR8baQ/S220/2-p.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SVAcCR0VNgI/AAAAAAAABDI/nCjosNvc_u8/s72-c/cutecolorsloverack2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-8035266899749459863</id><published>2008-12-22T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:57:55.774-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Momentos na vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SU_CwIHiG_I/AAAAAAAABDA/DsrEbKgWGV0/s1600-h/cutecolorspixie7b.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 92px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SU_CwIHiG_I/AAAAAAAABDA/DsrEbKgWGV0/s400/cutecolorspixie7b.gif" alt="Mensagens" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282655019997469682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Há momentos na vida em que se deveria calar&lt;br /&gt; e deixar que, no silêncio, falasse o coração.&lt;br /&gt;Pois o sentimento que a linguagem não expressa&lt;br /&gt;é porque há emoções que as palavras não sabem traduzir.&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/8250728064718307799-8035266899749459863?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/8035266899749459863/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=8035266899749459863' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/8035266899749459863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/8035266899749459863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/12/momentos-na-vida.html' title='Momentos na vida'/><author><name>Letícia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SrtSuGsK78I/AAAAAAAABT8/6SdinIR8baQ/S220/2-p.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SU_CwIHiG_I/AAAAAAAABDA/DsrEbKgWGV0/s72-c/cutecolorspixie7b.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-8493663838775974368</id><published>2008-12-22T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:59:13.575-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carinho'/><title type='text'>Pessoas em nosso caminho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SU9uiY7HihI/AAAAAAAABCw/3OXpOXnKJwI/s1600-h/cutecolorskoala12.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SU9uiY7HihI/AAAAAAAABCw/3OXpOXnKJwI/s400/cutecolorskoala12.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282562425013897746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Existem pessoas&lt;br /&gt;que convivem anos conosco&lt;br /&gt;e pouco representam.&lt;br /&gt;Outras, ao contrário,&lt;br /&gt;surgem em nosso caminho&lt;br /&gt;e sem que se espere gravam o nome&lt;br /&gt;em nossa existência &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250728064718307799-8493663838775974368?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/8493663838775974368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=8493663838775974368' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/8493663838775974368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/8493663838775974368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/12/pessoas-em-nosso-caminho.html' title='Pessoas em nosso caminho'/><author><name>Letícia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SrtSuGsK78I/AAAAAAAABT8/6SdinIR8baQ/S220/2-p.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SU9uiY7HihI/AAAAAAAABCw/3OXpOXnKJwI/s72-c/cutecolorskoala12.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-4454238214155321762</id><published>2008-12-20T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:59:31.120-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ciúmes'/><title type='text'>O que resulta do ciúme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SU063FGvFvI/AAAAAAAABCc/ToG3LW8ml1c/s1600-h/coracoes-40.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 77px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SU063FGvFvI/AAAAAAAABCc/ToG3LW8ml1c/s400/coracoes-40.gif" alt="Mensagens" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281942655913105138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sa raivosa paixão que resulta do ciúme,&lt;br /&gt;só os ciumentos podem falar adequadamente.&lt;br /&gt;E será que mesmo os que padecem&lt;br /&gt;são capazes de explicá-la?&lt;br /&gt;Como a devem rotular:&lt;br /&gt;Loucura furiosa?&lt;br /&gt;Inferno confuso?&lt;br /&gt;Verdugo do coração?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Franscisco de Quevedo)&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/8250728064718307799-4454238214155321762?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/4454238214155321762/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=4454238214155321762' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/4454238214155321762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/4454238214155321762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-que-resulta-do-cime.html' title='O que resulta do ciúme'/><author><name>Letícia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SrtSuGsK78I/AAAAAAAABT8/6SdinIR8baQ/S220/2-p.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SU063FGvFvI/AAAAAAAABCc/ToG3LW8ml1c/s72-c/coracoes-40.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-1972665320518567916</id><published>2008-12-19T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:56:44.806-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Contínua vertigem apaixonada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SUyNKJXlTXI/AAAAAAAABCU/sWhIJVeA0So/s1600-h/flores-7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 151px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SUyNKJXlTXI/AAAAAAAABCU/sWhIJVeA0So/s400/flores-7.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281751668451790194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tenta viver em contínua vertigem apaixonada;&lt;br /&gt;só os apaixonados levam a cabo obras&lt;br /&gt;verdadeiramente duradouras e fecundas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Miguel de Unamuno)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250728064718307799-1972665320518567916?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/1972665320518567916/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=1972665320518567916' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/1972665320518567916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/1972665320518567916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/12/contnua-vertigem-apaixonada.html' title='Contínua vertigem apaixonada'/><author><name>Letícia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SrtSuGsK78I/AAAAAAAABT8/6SdinIR8baQ/S220/2-p.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SUyNKJXlTXI/AAAAAAAABCU/sWhIJVeA0So/s72-c/flores-7.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-5679750941263572173</id><published>2008-12-19T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:56:44.807-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Quando estamos apaixonados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SUvk0HBk7hI/AAAAAAAABCE/Ad9R5_YrLXc/s1600-h/cutecolorslovebearluv2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 114px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SUvk0HBk7hI/AAAAAAAABCE/Ad9R5_YrLXc/s400/cutecolorslovebearluv2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281566571912031762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aquilo que provamos quando estamos apaixonados&lt;br /&gt;talvez seja o nosso estado normal.&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;a href="http://doces-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/12/mensagens-de-amor.html"&gt;amor&lt;/a&gt; mostra ao homem&lt;br /&gt;como é que ele deveria ser sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Anton Tchekhov)&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/8250728064718307799-5679750941263572173?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/5679750941263572173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=5679750941263572173' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/5679750941263572173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/5679750941263572173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/12/quando-estamos-apaixonados.html' title='Quando estamos apaixonados'/><author><name>Letícia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SrtSuGsK78I/AAAAAAAABT8/6SdinIR8baQ/S220/2-p.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SUvk0HBk7hI/AAAAAAAABCE/Ad9R5_YrLXc/s72-c/cutecolorslovebearluv2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-1960149472806910839</id><published>2008-12-18T18:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:01:12.674-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Felicidade'/><title type='text'>A felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SUsIAY3nkRI/AAAAAAAABB8/Fncfp5H3wIc/s1600-h/cutecolorsdollrack1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 32px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SUsIAY3nkRI/AAAAAAAABB8/Fncfp5H3wIc/s400/cutecolorsdollrack1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281323790790791442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"A felicidade não depende do que nos falta, mas do bom uso do que temos." (Thomas Hardy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250728064718307799-1960149472806910839?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/1960149472806910839/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=1960149472806910839' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/1960149472806910839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/1960149472806910839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/12/felicidade.html' title='A felicidade'/><author><name>Letícia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SrtSuGsK78I/AAAAAAAABT8/6SdinIR8baQ/S220/2-p.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SUsIAY3nkRI/AAAAAAAABB8/Fncfp5H3wIc/s72-c/cutecolorsdollrack1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-7783860374692773688</id><published>2008-12-16T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:56:44.807-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Deixa-me te olhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SUhwC0Foj_I/AAAAAAAABBs/b0ELgZyk-ec/s1600-h/hello-6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SUhwC0Foj_I/AAAAAAAABBs/b0ELgZyk-ec/s400/hello-6.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280593756736229362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixa-me te olhar lentamente,&lt;br /&gt;Desvelando teus segredos ...&lt;br /&gt;E desfrutando de teus silêncios.&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me admirar ...&lt;br /&gt;a perfeição de tua existência.&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/8250728064718307799-7783860374692773688?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/7783860374692773688/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=7783860374692773688' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/7783860374692773688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/7783860374692773688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/12/deixa-me-te-olhar.html' title='Deixa-me te olhar'/><author><name>Letícia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SrtSuGsK78I/AAAAAAAABT8/6SdinIR8baQ/S220/2-p.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SUhwC0Foj_I/AAAAAAAABBs/b0ELgZyk-ec/s72-c/hello-6.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-4282866647351474288</id><published>2008-12-13T19:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:00:33.431-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sabedoria'/><title type='text'>... És responsável pela tua rosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SUR4YodN3jI/AAAAAAAABBc/l5ZN_O-R2-Q/s1600-h/flores-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SUR4YodN3jI/AAAAAAAABBc/l5ZN_O-R2-Q/s400/flores-1.gif" alt="Mensagens" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279477027757219378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" E voltou, então, à raposa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Adeus, disse ele...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Adeus, disse a raposa. Eis o meu segredo. É muito simples: só se vê bem com o coração. O essencial é invisível para os olhos. (...) Foi tempo que perdeste com tua rosa que fez tua rosa tão importante. (...) Os homens esqueceram essa verdade, disse a raposa. Mas tu não a deves esquecer. Tu te tornas eternamente responsável por aquilo que cativas. Tu és responsável pela tua rosa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eu sou responsável pela minha rosa... Repetiu o principezinho, a fim de se lembrar. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(O Pequeno Príncipe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250728064718307799-4282866647351474288?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/4282866647351474288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=4282866647351474288' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/4282866647351474288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/4282866647351474288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/12/s-responsvel-pela-tua-rosa.html' title='... És responsável pela tua rosa'/><author><name>Letícia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SrtSuGsK78I/AAAAAAAABT8/6SdinIR8baQ/S220/2-p.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SUR4YodN3jI/AAAAAAAABBc/l5ZN_O-R2-Q/s72-c/flores-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-230359712502015751</id><published>2008-12-08T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:56:44.808-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>A força do amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/ST3IJbk2YQI/AAAAAAAABBM/AEFyBLqqL3A/s1600-h/coracoes-43.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 111px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/ST3IJbk2YQI/AAAAAAAABBM/AEFyBLqqL3A/s400/coracoes-43.gif" alt="Mensagens de Amor" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277594402694783234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O &lt;a href="http://doces-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/12/mensagens-de-amor.html"&gt;amor&lt;/a&gt; é a força mais abstrata&lt;br /&gt;e também a mais sutil&lt;br /&gt;que há no mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gandhi)&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/8250728064718307799-230359712502015751?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/230359712502015751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=230359712502015751' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/230359712502015751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/230359712502015751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/12/fora-do-amor.html' title='A força do amor'/><author><name>Letícia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SrtSuGsK78I/AAAAAAAABT8/6SdinIR8baQ/S220/2-p.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/ST3IJbk2YQI/AAAAAAAABBM/AEFyBLqqL3A/s72-c/coracoes-43.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-5626057876959719049</id><published>2008-12-06T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:56:44.808-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>O modo de amar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/STtV8qmbWII/AAAAAAAABAo/vZAdn3U81BQ/s1600-h/coracoes-12.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 161px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/STtV8qmbWII/AAAAAAAABAo/vZAdn3U81BQ/s400/coracoes-12.gif" alt="Mensagens de Amor" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276905889110644866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cada qual sabe amar a seu modo;&lt;br /&gt;o modo pouco importa;&lt;br /&gt;o essencial é que saiba amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Machado de Assis)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250728064718307799-5626057876959719049?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/5626057876959719049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=5626057876959719049' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/5626057876959719049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/5626057876959719049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-modo-de-amar.html' title='O modo de amar'/><author><name>Letícia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SrtSuGsK78I/AAAAAAAABT8/6SdinIR8baQ/S220/2-p.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/STtV8qmbWII/AAAAAAAABAo/vZAdn3U81BQ/s72-c/coracoes-12.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-4647883490642588743</id><published>2008-12-05T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:00:19.742-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>A Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/STneryWVe-I/AAAAAAAABAA/SvLE_giqcYo/s1600-h/anjos-17.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/STneryWVe-I/AAAAAAAABAA/SvLE_giqcYo/s400/anjos-17.gif" alt="Mensagens Vida" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276493282272443362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A vida são deveres,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que nós trouxemos para trazer em casa.&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê, já são seis horas!&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê, já é sexta-feira...&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê, já é Natal...&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê, já terminou o ano...&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê, perdemos o amor de nossa vida...&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê, passaram-se 50 anos!!!&lt;br /&gt;Agora, é tarde demais para ser reprovado...&lt;br /&gt;Se me fosse dada outra oportunidade eu nem olhava o relógio.&lt;br /&gt;Dessa forma, eu digo:&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe de fazer algo que gosta devido à falta de tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe de ter alguém ao seu lado,&lt;br /&gt;Por puro medo de ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;A única falta que terá, será desse tempo que, infelizmente... Não voltará mais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250728064718307799-4647883490642588743?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/4647883490642588743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=4647883490642588743' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/4647883490642588743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/4647883490642588743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/12/vida.html' title='A Vida'/><author><name>Letícia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SrtSuGsK78I/AAAAAAAABT8/6SdinIR8baQ/S220/2-p.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/STneryWVe-I/AAAAAAAABAA/SvLE_giqcYo/s72-c/anjos-17.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-3493707077261335870</id><published>2008-12-04T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:56:44.809-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>O amor derrubou as muralhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/STiWDZIbF9I/AAAAAAAAA_4/Bxym0cs95EY/s1600-h/amor-16.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 75px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/STiWDZIbF9I/AAAAAAAAA_4/Bxym0cs95EY/s400/amor-16.gif" alt="Mensagens de Amor" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276131948494526418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O &lt;a href="http://doces-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/12/mensagens-de-amor.html"&gt;amor&lt;/a&gt; derrubou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as muralhas que nos separavam&lt;br /&gt;e construiu pontes&lt;br /&gt;para unir nossos corações.&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/8250728064718307799-3493707077261335870?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/3493707077261335870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=3493707077261335870' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/3493707077261335870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/3493707077261335870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-amor-derrubou-as-muralhas.html' title='O amor derrubou as muralhas'/><author><name>Letícia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SrtSuGsK78I/AAAAAAAABT8/6SdinIR8baQ/S220/2-p.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/STiWDZIbF9I/AAAAAAAAA_4/Bxym0cs95EY/s72-c/amor-16.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-5934983018173695427</id><published>2008-12-03T07:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:59:00.999-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ano Novo'/><title type='text'>Mensagem de Ano Novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/STam8mbWrkI/AAAAAAAAA_o/5jPuxzlWi64/s1600-h/estrelas-2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/STam8mbWrkI/AAAAAAAAA_o/5jPuxzlWi64/s400/estrelas-2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275587573548756546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 está voando&lt;br /&gt;Logo precisaremos encarar 2009&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que haja riscos&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que tenhamos que enfretar obstáculos&lt;br /&gt;Portanto fique atento&lt;br /&gt;Divida seu tempo com os amigos&lt;br /&gt;Acredite neles&lt;br /&gt;Salte os obstáculos com cuidadoe atenção&lt;br /&gt;Não perca tempo&lt;br /&gt;Vá atrás da vida&lt;br /&gt;Não seja consumido pelo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Enfrente os desafios&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se de dar gargalhadas&lt;br /&gt;Colabore&lt;br /&gt;Descubra&lt;br /&gt;Faça novos amigos&lt;br /&gt;Esteja pronto para as aventuras&lt;br /&gt;Não fique sozinho&lt;br /&gt;E você será capaz de ir longe,&lt;br /&gt;muito longe...&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca esqueça de amar aqueles&lt;br /&gt;que são importantes para você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que em 2009 você se realize!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250728064718307799-5934983018173695427?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/5934983018173695427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=5934983018173695427' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/5934983018173695427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/5934983018173695427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/12/mensagem-de-ano-novo.html' title='Mensagem de Ano Novo'/><author><name>Letícia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SrtSuGsK78I/AAAAAAAABT8/6SdinIR8baQ/S220/2-p.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/STam8mbWrkI/AAAAAAAAA_o/5jPuxzlWi64/s72-c/estrelas-2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-7570642900804947221</id><published>2008-12-02T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:56:57.677-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aniversário'/><title type='text'>Que seu aniversário seja maravilhoso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/STXMev9OtMI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/2XhkXmXdH-8/s1600-h/aniversario-7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 177px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/STXMev9OtMI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/2XhkXmXdH-8/s400/aniversario-7.gif" alt="Mensagens de Aniversário" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275347367175828674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que tudo na sua vida brilhe&lt;br /&gt;como seus olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Que seu aniversário seja maravilhoso&lt;br /&gt;como seu coração ....&lt;br /&gt;Que este dia seja lindo ...&lt;br /&gt;e especial como você!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feliz Aniversário&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/8250728064718307799-7570642900804947221?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/7570642900804947221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=7570642900804947221' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/7570642900804947221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/7570642900804947221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/12/que-seu-aniversario-seja-maravilhoso.html' title='Que seu aniversário seja maravilhoso'/><author><name>Letícia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SrtSuGsK78I/AAAAAAAABT8/6SdinIR8baQ/S220/2-p.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/STXMev9OtMI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/2XhkXmXdH-8/s72-c/aniversario-7.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-6792841864252030280</id><published>2008-12-01T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:56:44.809-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Se ocupar do amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/STTBA9vnhaI/AAAAAAAAA_I/XQJ8jLVIGfg/s1600-h/borboleta-46.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 92px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/STTBA9vnhaI/AAAAAAAAA_I/XQJ8jLVIGfg/s400/borboleta-46.gif" alt="mensagens de amor" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275053285876139426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Há pessoas tão ocupadas consigo mesmas,&lt;br /&gt;que, quando apaixonadas, encontram a maneira&lt;br /&gt;de ocupar-se da própria paixão sem se ocupar&lt;br /&gt;da pessoa que amam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(La Rochefoucauld)&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/8250728064718307799-6792841864252030280?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/6792841864252030280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=6792841864252030280' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/6792841864252030280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/6792841864252030280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/12/se-ocupar-do-amor.html' title='Se ocupar do amor'/><author><name>Letícia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SrtSuGsK78I/AAAAAAAABT8/6SdinIR8baQ/S220/2-p.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/STTBA9vnhaI/AAAAAAAAA_I/XQJ8jLVIGfg/s72-c/borboleta-46.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-2790820181949144344</id><published>2008-11-29T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:56:44.810-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Puro amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/STF97n8bDMI/AAAAAAAAA_A/3VvU-m-fBBE/s1600-h/borboleta-45.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 118px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/STF97n8bDMI/AAAAAAAAA_A/3VvU-m-fBBE/s400/borboleta-45.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274135101915729090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"A harmonia é puro &lt;a href="http://doces-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/12/mensagens-de-amor.html"&gt;amor&lt;/a&gt;, porque o amor é o completo entendimento."&lt;br /&gt;(Lope de Veiga)&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/8250728064718307799-2790820181949144344?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/2790820181949144344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=2790820181949144344' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/2790820181949144344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/2790820181949144344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/11/puro-amor.html' title='Puro amor'/><author><name>Letícia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SrtSuGsK78I/AAAAAAAABT8/6SdinIR8baQ/S220/2-p.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/STF97n8bDMI/AAAAAAAAA_A/3VvU-m-fBBE/s72-c/borboleta-45.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-6336159779855166633</id><published>2008-11-28T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:00:33.432-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sabedoria'/><title type='text'>As flores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/STCiQ68YqHI/AAAAAAAAA-4/VL8OOyc3_f4/s1600-h/flores-6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/STCiQ68YqHI/AAAAAAAAA-4/VL8OOyc3_f4/s400/flores-6.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273893575234988146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As flores refletem o bem verdadeiro.&lt;br /&gt;Quem tentar possuir uma flor, verá sua beleza murchando.&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem apenas olhar uma flor num campo,&lt;br /&gt;Permanecerá para sempre com ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Paulo Coelho)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250728064718307799-6336159779855166633?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/6336159779855166633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=6336159779855166633' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/6336159779855166633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/6336159779855166633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-flores.html' title='As flores'/><author><name>Letícia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SrtSuGsK78I/AAAAAAAABT8/6SdinIR8baQ/S220/2-p.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/STCiQ68YqHI/AAAAAAAAA-4/VL8OOyc3_f4/s72-c/flores-6.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-6127384016449584057</id><published>2008-11-28T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:56:44.810-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Ame a cada dia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/STBhbbw-j0I/AAAAAAAAA-g/nWZWt7u7YpE/s1600-h/barunson13-2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 155px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/STBhbbw-j0I/AAAAAAAAA-g/nWZWt7u7YpE/s200/barunson13-2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273822287588396866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ame a cada dia,&lt;br /&gt;como se tivesse conhecido&lt;br /&gt;o amor apenas ontem.&lt;br /&gt;Ame a cada dia,&lt;br /&gt;sem se preocupar com o amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(José Glauco de Oliveira)&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/8250728064718307799-6127384016449584057?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/6127384016449584057/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=6127384016449584057' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/6127384016449584057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/6127384016449584057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/11/ame-cada-dia.html' title='Ame a cada dia!'/><author><name>Letícia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SrtSuGsK78I/AAAAAAAABT8/6SdinIR8baQ/S220/2-p.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/STBhbbw-j0I/AAAAAAAAA-g/nWZWt7u7YpE/s72-c/barunson13-2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-6584061655596372990</id><published>2008-11-21T16:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:59:46.738-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Educação'/><title type='text'>Frase de Paulo Freire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSdMNpwfdxI/AAAAAAAAAWg/iH96VM3VBCA/s1600-h/PROFESSORA%2B%2BRODINHA.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271265686291707666" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 103px; height: 135px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSdMNpwfdxI/AAAAAAAAAWg/iH96VM3VBCA/s320/PROFESSORA%2B%2BRODINHA.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"É preciso não se render a quem proclama que sonhar é uma forma de fugir do mundo e não de recriá-lo." (Paulo Freire)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250728064718307799-6584061655596372990?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/6584061655596372990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=6584061655596372990' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/6584061655596372990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/6584061655596372990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/11/preciso-no-se-render-quem-proclama-que.html' title='Frase de Paulo Freire'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318130048061365601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SUmivOK0w2I/AAAAAAAAAio/fE600N0Uefw/S220/FINDI28012007+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSdMNpwfdxI/AAAAAAAAAWg/iH96VM3VBCA/s72-c/PROFESSORA%2B%2BRODINHA.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-5561946898342173719</id><published>2008-11-21T15:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:58:15.087-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivação'/><title type='text'>São Francisco de Assis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSdLjvoLhSI/AAAAAAAAAWY/mOCKGHQ4-Rk/s1600-h/girldrawing.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271264966312953122" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 174px; height: 79px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSdLjvoLhSI/AAAAAAAAAWY/mOCKGHQ4-Rk/s320/girldrawing.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Comece fazendo o que é necessário, depois o que é possível, e, de repente, você estará fazendo o impossível." (São Francisco de Assis)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250728064718307799-5561946898342173719?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/5561946898342173719/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=5561946898342173719' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/5561946898342173719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/5561946898342173719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/11/comece-fazendo-o-que-necessrio-depois-o.html' title='São Francisco de Assis'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318130048061365601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SUmivOK0w2I/AAAAAAAAAio/fE600N0Uefw/S220/FINDI28012007+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSdLjvoLhSI/AAAAAAAAAWY/mOCKGHQ4-Rk/s72-c/girldrawing.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-2052717608650402778</id><published>2008-11-21T15:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:57:55.775-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Nossa vida é como uma viagem de trem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSdKkNCIG8I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/qJ-7anxY5Cc/s1600-h/gse_multipart48525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271263874694781890" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 233px; height: 111px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSdKkNCIG8I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/qJ-7anxY5Cc/s320/gse_multipart48525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa vida é como uma viagem de trem, cheia de embarques e desembarques, de pequenos acidentes no meio do caminho, de surpresas agradáveis com alguns embarques e tristezas com alguns desembarques.Durante a viagem embarcam pessoas interessantes: irmãos, amigos, amores... muitos deixam saudades eternas. Essa viagem é assim: cheia de atropelos, sonhos, fantasias, esperas, embarques e desembarques. Sabemos que esse trem jamais volta. Façamos essa viagem da melhor maneira possível, tentando manter um bom relacionamento com todos, procurando em cada um o que tem de melhor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250728064718307799-2052717608650402778?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/2052717608650402778/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=2052717608650402778' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/2052717608650402778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/2052717608650402778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/11/nossa-vida-como-uma-viagem-de-trem.html' title='Nossa vida é como uma viagem de trem'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318130048061365601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SUmivOK0w2I/AAAAAAAAAio/fE600N0Uefw/S220/FINDI28012007+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSdKkNCIG8I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/qJ-7anxY5Cc/s72-c/gse_multipart48525.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-2192308344723124097</id><published>2008-11-21T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:56:44.811-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Pétala</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSdJfsR6cGI/AAAAAAAAAWI/DmL4UW9t6VU/s1600-h/cc2girl49.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271262697671520354" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 159px; height: 198px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSdJfsR6cGI/AAAAAAAAAWI/DmL4UW9t6VU/s320/cc2girl49.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O seu amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reluz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que nem riqueza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asa do meu destino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clareza do tino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pétala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De estrela caindo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem devagar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ó meu amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É todo sacrifício&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feito em seu nome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quanto mais desejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um beijo seu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muito mais eu vejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosto em viver...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por ser exato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O amor não cabe em si&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por ser encantado &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O amor revela-se&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por ser amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Invade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E fim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                         Djavan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250728064718307799-2192308344723124097?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/2192308344723124097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=2192308344723124097' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/2192308344723124097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/2192308344723124097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/11/ptala-o-seu-amor-reluz-que-nem-riqueza.html' title='Pétala'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318130048061365601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SUmivOK0w2I/AAAAAAAAAio/fE600N0Uefw/S220/FINDI28012007+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSdJfsR6cGI/AAAAAAAAAWI/DmL4UW9t6VU/s72-c/cc2girl49.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-4042971806939204363</id><published>2008-11-21T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:00:56.394-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natal'/><title type='text'>Frase de Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSdIIlRtEYI/AAAAAAAAAWA/wxrABkamXKE/s1600-h/cc17kid49.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271261201142976898" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 98px; height: 158px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSdIIlRtEYI/AAAAAAAAAWA/wxrABkamXKE/s320/cc17kid49.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda que se percam outras coisas ao longo dos anos, mantenhamos o Natal como algo brilhante.…. Regressemos a nossa fé infantil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250728064718307799-4042971806939204363?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/4042971806939204363/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=4042971806939204363' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/4042971806939204363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/4042971806939204363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/11/ainda-que-se-percam-outras-coisas-ao.html' title='Frase de Natal'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318130048061365601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SUmivOK0w2I/AAAAAAAAAio/fE600N0Uefw/S220/FINDI28012007+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSdIIlRtEYI/AAAAAAAAAWA/wxrABkamXKE/s72-c/cc17kid49.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-4927516226048168735</id><published>2008-11-21T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:00:56.394-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natal'/><title type='text'>O Natal ideal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSdH2Y-A66I/AAAAAAAAAV4/cPmwh8ZQXCk/s1600-h/cute_39.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271260888601521058" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 162px; height: 131px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSdH2Y-A66I/AAAAAAAAAV4/cPmwh8ZQXCk/s320/cute_39.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não existe o Natal ideal, só o Natal que você decida criar como reflexo de seus valores, desejos, queridos e tradições.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250728064718307799-4927516226048168735?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/4927516226048168735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=4927516226048168735' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/4927516226048168735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/4927516226048168735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-existe-o-natal-ideal-s-o-natal-que.html' title='O Natal ideal'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318130048061365601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SUmivOK0w2I/AAAAAAAAAio/fE600N0Uefw/S220/FINDI28012007+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSdH2Y-A66I/AAAAAAAAAV4/cPmwh8ZQXCk/s72-c/cute_39.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-7635717274095806905</id><published>2008-11-21T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:00:56.395-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natal'/><title type='text'>Mensagem de Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSdHg4P5sQI/AAAAAAAAAVw/1MeJxtlhzh0/s1600-h/cc17kid63.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271260519040921858" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 153px; height: 159px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSdHg4P5sQI/AAAAAAAAAVw/1MeJxtlhzh0/s320/cc17kid63.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Melhor mensagem de Natal é aquela que sai em silêncio de nossos corações e aquece com ternura os corações daqueles que nos acompanham em nossa caminhada pela vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250728064718307799-7635717274095806905?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/7635717274095806905/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=7635717274095806905' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/7635717274095806905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/7635717274095806905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/11/melhor-mensagem-de-natal-aquela-que-sai.html' title='Mensagem de Natal'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318130048061365601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SUmivOK0w2I/AAAAAAAAAio/fE600N0Uefw/S220/FINDI28012007+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSdHg4P5sQI/AAAAAAAAAVw/1MeJxtlhzh0/s72-c/cc17kid63.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-874618556522733911</id><published>2008-11-21T15:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:59:46.739-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Educação'/><title type='text'>Pipoca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSdEw-PdkTI/AAAAAAAAAVo/HeE4RZZiCl0/s1600-h/33.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271257496992715058" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 124px; height: 123px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSdEw-PdkTI/AAAAAAAAAVo/HeE4RZZiCl0/s320/33.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;      Um bom pensamento nasce como uma pipoca que estoura, de forma inesperada e imprevisível. A pipoca se revelou a mim, então, como um extraordinário objeto poético. Poético porque, ao pensar nelas, as pipocas, meu pensamento se pôs a dar estouros e pulos como aqueles das pipocas dentro de uma panela. Mas o extraordinário era o que acontecia com eles: os grãos duros quebra-dentes se transformavam em flores brancas e macias que até as crianças podiam comer. É que a transformação do milho duro em pipoca macia é o símbolo da grande transformação porque devem passar os homens para que eles venham a ser o que devem ser. O milho da pipoca não é o que deve ser. Ele deve ser aquilo que acontece depois do estouro. O milho da pipoca somos nós: duros, quebra-dentes, impróprios para comer; pelo poder do fogo, podemos, repentinamente, nos transformar em outra coisa – voltar a ser criança!&lt;br /&gt;      Mas a transformação só acontece pelo poder do fogo. Milho de pipoca que não passa pelo fogo continua a ser milho de pipoca, para sempre. Assim acontece com a gente. As grandes transformações acontecem quando passamos pelo fogo. Quem não passa pelo fogo fica do mesmo jeito, a vida inteira. São pessoas de uma mesmice e de uma dureza assombrosas. Só que elas não percebem. Acham que o seu jeito de ser é o melhor jeito de ser. Mas, de repente, vem o fogo. O fogo é quando a vida nos lança numa situação que nunca imaginamos. Dor. Pode ser o fogo de fora: perder um amor, perder um filho, ficar doente, perder um emprego, ficar pobre. Pode ser o fogo de dentro. Pânico, medo, ansiedade, depressão – sofrimentos cujas causas ignoramos. Há sempre o recurso aos remédios. Apagar o fogo. Sem o fogo o sofrimento diminui. E com isso a possibilidade da grande transformação.&lt;br /&gt;    Imagino que a pobre pipoca, fechada dentro da panela, lá dentro ficando cada vez mais quente, pense que sua hora chegou: vai morrer. De dentro da casca dura, fechada em si mesma, ela não pode imaginar um destino diferente. Não pode imaginar a transformação que está sendo preparada. A pipoca não imagina aquilo que ela é capaz. Aí, sem aviso prévio, pelo poder do fogo, a grande transformação acontece: pum! E ela aparece como uma outra coisa completamente diferente, que ela mesma nunca havia sonhado. É a lagarta rastejante e feia que surge do casulo como borboleta voante.&lt;br /&gt;(Fragmento do livro O AMOR QUE ACENDE A LUA, de Rubem Alves) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250728064718307799-874618556522733911?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/874618556522733911/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=874618556522733911' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/874618556522733911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/874618556522733911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/11/pipoca-um-bom-pensamento-nasce-como-uma.html' title='Pipoca'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318130048061365601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SUmivOK0w2I/AAAAAAAAAio/fE600N0Uefw/S220/FINDI28012007+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSdEw-PdkTI/AAAAAAAAAVo/HeE4RZZiCl0/s72-c/33.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-7222212619260170722</id><published>2008-11-21T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:01:12.675-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Felicidade'/><title type='text'>O que é, o que é?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSdEQZZQOQI/AAAAAAAAAVg/A0Lp3a5lLVc/s1600-h/a.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271256937345857794" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 232px; height: 127px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSdEQZZQOQI/AAAAAAAAAVg/A0Lp3a5lLVc/s320/a.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu fico com a pureza das respostas das crianças:&lt;br /&gt;É a vida! É bonita e é bonita!&lt;br /&gt;Viver e não ter a vergonha de ser feliz,&lt;br /&gt;Cantar, e cantar, e cantar,&lt;br /&gt;A beleza de ser um eterno aprendiz.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, meu Deus! Eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida devia ser bem melhor e será,&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso não impede que eu repita:&lt;br /&gt;É bonita, é bonita e é bonita!&lt;br /&gt;E a vida? E a vida o que é, diga lá, meu irmão?&lt;br /&gt;Ela é a batida de um coração?&lt;br /&gt;Ela é uma doce ilusão?&lt;br /&gt;Mas e a vida? Ela é maravilha ou é sofrimento?&lt;br /&gt;Ela é alegria ou lamento?&lt;br /&gt;O que é? O que é, meu irmão?&lt;br /&gt;Há quem fale que a vida da gente é um nada no mundo,&lt;br /&gt;É uma gota, é um tempo&lt;br /&gt;Que nem dá um segundo,&lt;br /&gt;Há quem fale que é um divino mistério profundo,&lt;br /&gt;É o sopro do criador numa atitude repleta de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Você diz que é luta e prazer,&lt;br /&gt;Ele diz que a vida é viver,&lt;br /&gt;Ela diz que melhor é morrer&lt;br /&gt;Pois amada não é, e o verbo é sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;Eu só sei que confio na moça&lt;br /&gt;E na moça eu ponho a força da fé,&lt;br /&gt;Somos nós que fazemos a vida&lt;br /&gt;Como der, ou puder, ou quiser,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre desejada por mais que esteja errada,&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém quer a morte, só saúde e sorte,&lt;br /&gt;E a pergunta roda, e a cabeça agita.&lt;br /&gt;Fico com a pureza das respostas das crianças:&lt;br /&gt;É a vida! É bonita e é bonita!&lt;br /&gt;É a vida! É bonita e é bonita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonzaguinha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250728064718307799-7222212619260170722?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/7222212619260170722/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=7222212619260170722' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/7222212619260170722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/7222212619260170722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-que-o-que-eu-fico-com-pureza-das.html' title='O que é, o que é?'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318130048061365601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SUmivOK0w2I/AAAAAAAAAio/fE600N0Uefw/S220/FINDI28012007+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSdEQZZQOQI/AAAAAAAAAVg/A0Lp3a5lLVc/s72-c/a.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-5041712575498147926</id><published>2008-11-21T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:59:46.740-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Educação'/><title type='text'>Há sempre um colega</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSdDUhCEsiI/AAAAAAAAAVY/wFLXn94Fq8M/s1600-h/GAROTOS.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271255908603965986" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 209px; height: 121px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSdDUhCEsiI/AAAAAAAAAVY/wFLXn94Fq8M/s320/GAROTOS.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A escola inteira está cheia de colegas.&lt;br /&gt;Há colegas calados que precisam de alguém para conversar.&lt;br /&gt;Há colegas tristesque precisam de alguém que os conforte.&lt;br /&gt;Há colegas tímidosque precisam de alguém que os ajude a vencer a timidez.&lt;br /&gt;Há colegas com medo,que precisam de alguém para lhes dar a mão.&lt;br /&gt;Há colegas fortes que precisam de alguém para lhe indicar a melhor maneira de usarem sua força.&lt;br /&gt;Há colegas habilidosos que precisam de alguém para ajudara melhor maneira de usarem sua habilidade.&lt;br /&gt;Há colegas que julgam não saberem fazer nada e precisam de alguém que os ajude a descobrir o quanto sabem.&lt;br /&gt;Há colegas apressados que precisam de alguém para lhes mostrar o que não tempo para ver.&lt;br /&gt;Há colegas impulsivos que precisam de alguém que os ajude a não magoar os outros.&lt;br /&gt;Há colegas que se sentem de fora e precisam de alguém que lhes mostre o caminho de entrada.&lt;br /&gt;Há colegas que pensam não servir para nada e precisam de alguém que os ajude a descobrir o quanto são importantes.&lt;br /&gt;Há sempre um colegaprecisando de ti!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250728064718307799-5041712575498147926?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/5041712575498147926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=5041712575498147926' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/5041712575498147926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/5041712575498147926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/11/h-sempre-um-colega-escola-inteira-est.html' title='Há sempre um colega'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318130048061365601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SUmivOK0w2I/AAAAAAAAAio/fE600N0Uefw/S220/FINDI28012007+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSdDUhCEsiI/AAAAAAAAAVY/wFLXn94Fq8M/s72-c/GAROTOS.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-5469470304517601035</id><published>2008-11-21T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:00:33.433-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sabedoria'/><title type='text'>Cora Coralina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSdCWuj-l2I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/kZhlCcHZA98/s1600-h/vaso.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271254847083943778" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 104px; height: 135px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSdCWuj-l2I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/kZhlCcHZA98/s320/vaso.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“O que importa na vida não é o ponto de partida, mas a caminhada. Caminhando e semeando, no fim terás o que colher.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                         (Cora Coralina)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250728064718307799-5469470304517601035?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/5469470304517601035/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=5469470304517601035' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/5469470304517601035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/5469470304517601035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-que-importa-na-vida-no-o-ponto-de.html' title='Cora Coralina'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318130048061365601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SUmivOK0w2I/AAAAAAAAAio/fE600N0Uefw/S220/FINDI28012007+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSdCWuj-l2I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/kZhlCcHZA98/s72-c/vaso.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-2913635094480192986</id><published>2008-11-21T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:57:55.775-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Deficiente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSdBF_L2w7I/AAAAAAAAAVI/qrvk1a-YIKk/s1600-h/cutecolorsspkid4a.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271253459976766386" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 134px; height: 173px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSdBF_L2w7I/AAAAAAAAAVI/qrvk1a-YIKk/s320/cutecolorsspkid4a.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Deficiente" é aquele que não consegue modificar sua vida, aceitando as imposições de outras pessoas ou da sociedade em que vive, sem ter consciência de que é dono do seu destino.&lt;br /&gt;"Louco" é quem não procura ser feliz com o que possui.&lt;br /&gt;"Cego" é aquele que não vê seu próximo morrer de frio, de fome, de miséria. E só tem olhos para seus míseros problemas e pequenas dores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Surdo" é aquele que não tem tempo de ouvir um desabafo de um amigo, ou o apelo de um irmão. Pois está sempre apressado para o trabalho e quer garantir seus tostões no fim do mês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mudo" é aquele que não consegue falar o que sente e se esconde por trás da máscara da hipocrisia.&lt;br /&gt;"Paralítico" é quem não consegue andar na direção daqueles que precisam de sua ajuda.&lt;br /&gt;"Diabético" é quem não consegue ser doce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anão" é quem não sabe deixar o amor crescer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, finalmente, a pior das deficiências é ser miserável, pois “Miseráveis" são todos que não conseguem falar com Deus."A amizade é um amor que nunca morre."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mário Quintana)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250728064718307799-2913635094480192986?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/2913635094480192986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=2913635094480192986' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/2913635094480192986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/2913635094480192986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/11/deficiente-deficiente-aquele-que-no.html' title='Deficiente'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318130048061365601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SUmivOK0w2I/AAAAAAAAAio/fE600N0Uefw/S220/FINDI28012007+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSdBF_L2w7I/AAAAAAAAAVI/qrvk1a-YIKk/s72-c/cutecolorsspkid4a.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-6722459393329162686</id><published>2008-11-20T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:58:15.088-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivação'/><title type='text'>Felicitando a vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSX_DZzo44I/AAAAAAAAAVA/98T8C1fe2d4/s1600-h/jardimdoodle5.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270899372839199618" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 165px; height: 136px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSX_DZzo44I/AAAAAAAAAVA/98T8C1fe2d4/s320/jardimdoodle5.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Existe somente uma idade para a gente ser feliz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somente uma época na vida de cada pessoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Em que é possível sonhar e fazer planos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E ter energia bastante para realizá-las&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A despeito de todas as dificuldades e obstáculos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uma só idade para a gente se encantar com a vida e &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Viver apaixonadamente, desfrutando tudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Com toda intensidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sem medo, nem culpa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fase dourada, em que a gente pode criar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E recriar a vida, a nossa própria imagem e semelhança,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E vestir-se com todas cores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E experimentar todos os sabores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E entregar-se a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;todos os amores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sem preconceito nem pudor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tempo de entusiasmo e coragem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Em que todo o desafio é mais um convite à luta que a gente enfrenta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Com toda disposição de tentar algo NOVO, de NOVO, de NOVO e de NOVO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E quantas vezes for preciso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esta idade tão fugas na vida da gente chama-se PRESENTE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E tem a duração do instante que passa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250728064718307799-6722459393329162686?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/6722459393329162686/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=6722459393329162686' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/6722459393329162686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/6722459393329162686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/11/felicitando-vida-existe-somente-uma.html' title='Felicitando a vida'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318130048061365601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SUmivOK0w2I/AAAAAAAAAio/fE600N0Uefw/S220/FINDI28012007+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSX_DZzo44I/AAAAAAAAAVA/98T8C1fe2d4/s72-c/jardimdoodle5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-327738383138994074</id><published>2008-11-20T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:58:15.088-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivação'/><title type='text'>Retire sempre algo de bom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSX-BsHGZlI/AAAAAAAAAU4/386bH9TBhHE/s1600-h/1bear23-709872.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270898243881297490" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 148px; height: 133px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSX-BsHGZlI/AAAAAAAAAU4/386bH9TBhHE/s320/1bear23-709872.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Retire sempre algo de bom e proveitoso das dificuldades pelas quais você passa e das adversidades que o querem atropelar.&lt;br /&gt;Contemple sempre uma roseira, que faz nascerem belas rosas em meio a incômodos espinhos.&lt;br /&gt;Olhe aqueles lírios do brejo, de onde eles vêm e que bela flor eles produzem.&lt;br /&gt;Assim deve ser você perante os tropeços que a vida lhe traz .&lt;br /&gt;Não se atormente, não fique a aumentar dentro de si a dificuldade.&lt;br /&gt;De dentro disto que lhe parece tão feio e tão grave, haverá de você colher uma preciosa recompensa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(do livro Comece o Dia Feliz - J.S. Nobre) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250728064718307799-327738383138994074?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/327738383138994074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=327738383138994074' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/327738383138994074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/327738383138994074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/11/retire-sempre-algo-de-bom-retire-sempre.html' title='Retire sempre algo de bom'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318130048061365601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SUmivOK0w2I/AAAAAAAAAio/fE600N0Uefw/S220/FINDI28012007+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSX-BsHGZlI/AAAAAAAAAU4/386bH9TBhHE/s72-c/1bear23-709872.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-4975503427944560912</id><published>2008-11-20T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:58:15.088-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivação'/><title type='text'>Pensando Bem, É Preciso Reciclar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSX8u7Mf-KI/AAAAAAAAAUw/jIgiMOVGK8A/s1600-h/doodleadulto10.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270896822001334434" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 193px; height: 144px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSX8u7Mf-KI/AAAAAAAAAUw/jIgiMOVGK8A/s320/doodleadulto10.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver bem, às vezes, é só uma questão de recomeçar, reaprender, reciclar.&lt;br /&gt;Para que tudo tenha um novo impulso, ganhe uma nova luz.&lt;br /&gt;Reciclar para imprimir novas palavras, novas experiências, novos sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Avaliando erros para gerar acertos, mudando trajetos para entender os caminhos, olhando a vida, todo dia, com o coração novinho em folha.&lt;br /&gt;Pensando bem, é esse o nosso papel, o que nos dá sentido.&lt;br /&gt;Pois se fazendo como sempre foi feito a gente acaba chegando ao mesmo lugar, melhor então é rever, com clareza, o que verdadeiramente queremos, buscar sabedoria no que já fizemos e aí, então, realizar de outra maneira, fazer diferente, reinventar.&lt;br /&gt;Crer para ver que há um poder impaciente por se revelar a quem não desiste, recria, vai em frente, buscando sempre, dentro de si, o melhor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250728064718307799-4975503427944560912?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/4975503427944560912/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=4975503427944560912' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/4975503427944560912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/4975503427944560912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/11/pensando-bem-preciso-reciclar.html' title='Pensando Bem, É Preciso Reciclar...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318130048061365601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SUmivOK0w2I/AAAAAAAAAio/fE600N0Uefw/S220/FINDI28012007+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSX8u7Mf-KI/AAAAAAAAAUw/jIgiMOVGK8A/s72-c/doodleadulto10.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-3543370185705518304</id><published>2008-11-20T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:58:15.089-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivação'/><title type='text'>Vale a pena viver!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSX6nhVWSII/AAAAAAAAAUo/T8iHuVMmhRY/s1600-h/school2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270894495776786562" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 148px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSX6nhVWSII/AAAAAAAAAUo/T8iHuVMmhRY/s320/school2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Viver é sonhar, decidir, perder ou vencer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É desistir ou retornar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É crescer sem aparecer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É uma grande história de amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Viver é uma aventura ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cada dia, um dia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cada sorriso, um sorriso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cada pessoa, um mundo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cada sonho, um degrau,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cada passo um risco,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cada erro uma oportunidade de aprender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Viver é sempre demais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É sempre vantagem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É sempre seguir forte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É sorrir por teimosia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ou não disfarçar a alegria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É ter certeza de que vale a pena......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vale a pena viver!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250728064718307799-3543370185705518304?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/3543370185705518304/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=3543370185705518304' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/3543370185705518304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/3543370185705518304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/11/vale-pena-viver-viver-sonhar-decidir.html' title='Vale a pena viver!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318130048061365601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SUmivOK0w2I/AAAAAAAAAio/fE600N0Uefw/S220/FINDI28012007+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSX6nhVWSII/AAAAAAAAAUo/T8iHuVMmhRY/s72-c/school2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-1562997686051118221</id><published>2008-11-20T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:59:46.741-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Educação'/><title type='text'>Mensagem ao Professor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSX5UaE1a9I/AAAAAAAAAUg/yzFi0Iemi2E/s1600-h/escola11.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270893067899333586" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 170px; height: 160px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSX5UaE1a9I/AAAAAAAAAUg/yzFi0Iemi2E/s320/escola11.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estar vivo é estar em conflito permanente,produzindo dúvidas, certezas questionáveis.Estar vivo é assumir a Educação do sonho do cotidiano.Para permanecer vivo, educando a paixão,desejos de vida e morte, é preciso educar o medo e a coragem.Medo e coragem em ousar.Medo e coragem em romper com o velho.Medo e coragem em assumir a solidão de ser diferente.Medo e coragem em construir o novo.Medo e coragem em assumir a educação deste drama, cujos personagenssão nossos desejos de vida e morte.Educar a paixão (de vida e morte) é lidar com esses dois ingredientes, cotidianamente,através da nossa capacidade, força vital (que todo ser humano possui, uns mais,outros menos, em outros anestesiada) e desejar, sonhar, imaginar, criar.Somos sujeitos porque desejamos, sonhamos, imaginamos e criamos, na busca permanenteda alegria, da esperança, do fortalecimento da liberdade, de uma sociedade mais justa,da felicidade a que todos temos direito.Este é o drama de permanecermos vivos... fazendo Educação. Madalena Freire &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250728064718307799-1562997686051118221?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/1562997686051118221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=1562997686051118221' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/1562997686051118221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/1562997686051118221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/11/mensagem-ao-professor-estar-vivo-estar.html' title='Mensagem ao Professor'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318130048061365601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SUmivOK0w2I/AAAAAAAAAio/fE600N0Uefw/S220/FINDI28012007+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSX5UaE1a9I/AAAAAAAAAUg/yzFi0Iemi2E/s72-c/escola11.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-1311385414151614607</id><published>2008-11-20T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:58:15.090-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivação'/><title type='text'>A corrida dos sapos</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270891043931637458" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 119px; height: 108px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSX3emNVRtI/AAAAAAAAAUY/oVshHXd4yMc/s320/sapo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Era uma vez uma corrida de sapinhos. Eles tinham que subir uma grande torre, e atrás havia uma multidão, muita gente para torcer por eles.Começou a competição. A multidão dizia: "Não vão conseguir, não vão conseguir!"... E os sapinhos iam desistindo um por um, menos um que continuava subindo...Ai aclamava a multidão: "Vocês não vão conseguir, vocês não vão conseguir", e os sapinhos iam desistindo um por um, menos um que subia tranqüilo.Ao final da competição, todos desistiram menos aquele. Todo mundo queria saber o que aconteceu, e quando foram a perguntar ao sapinho como ele conseguiu chegar até o fim, ficaram sabendo que ele era SURDO!!!Moral da História: Quando você precisar fazer alguma coisa que exija sua coragem, não escute as pessoas que falam coisas negativas, pois se der ouvidos a elas, você não irá conseguir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250728064718307799-1311385414151614607?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/1311385414151614607/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=1311385414151614607' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/1311385414151614607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/1311385414151614607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/11/corrida-dos-sapos-era-uma-vez-uma.html' title='A corrida dos sapos'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318130048061365601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SUmivOK0w2I/AAAAAAAAAio/fE600N0Uefw/S220/FINDI28012007+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPk-M4tF90E/SSX3emNVRtI/AAAAAAAAAUY/oVshHXd4yMc/s72-c/sapo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250728064718307799.post-336001641370765126</id><published>2008-11-19T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:00:56.395-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natal'/><title type='text'>Enfim é Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SSSt2K3BqwI/AAAAAAAAA8I/QIkVq6CVm9A/s1600-h/a_b_01_11792_01_00.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SSSt2K3BqwI/AAAAAAAAA8I/QIkVq6CVm9A/s320/a_b_01_11792_01_00.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270528610070014722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enfim é Natal!!!&lt;br /&gt;Esperei anciosamente este dia para entregar-lhe&lt;br /&gt;O melhor dos presentes que tenho a dar...&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração!&lt;br /&gt;Este é o presente que dou, aquelas raras pessoas especiais como você!&lt;br /&gt;Que realmente sabem ser amigas e se preocupam com seus semelhantes.&lt;br /&gt;A voce amigo(a)&lt;br /&gt;Desejo toda a felicidade do mundo , não somente nesta data importante&lt;br /&gt;-Mas como TODOS os dias de sua VIDA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250728064718307799-336001641370765126?l=mil-mensagens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/feeds/336001641370765126/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250728064718307799&amp;postID=336001641370765126' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/336001641370765126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250728064718307799/posts/default/336001641370765126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mil-mensagens.blogspot.com/2008/11/enfim-natal.html' title='Enfim é Natal'/><author><name>Letícia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SrtSuGsK78I/AAAAAAAABT8/6SdinIR8baQ/S220/2-p.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3DaaHh3MI/SSSt2K3BqwI/AAAAAAAAA8I/QIkVq6CVm9A/s72-c/a_b_01_11792_01_00.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
