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Obrigado pela visita.   ;)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clicounet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/316706292036549745/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clicounet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tudo de Tudo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07501620377740948624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316706292036549745.post-6814427411619568170</id><published>2010-08-12T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T17:08:31.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A lógica de Einsten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UsCHWoVGwhQ/TGSMT5NnV7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/meRAiOhEvv0/s1600/crianca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 217px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504678917956917170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UsCHWoVGwhQ/TGSMT5NnV7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/meRAiOhEvv0/s200/crianca.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Conta certa lenda, que estavam duas crianças patinando num lago congelado.Era uma tarde nublada e fria, e as crianças brincavam despreocupadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente, o gelo se quebrou e uma delas caiu, ficando presa na fenda que se formou. A outra, vendo seu amiguinho preso, e se congelando, tirou um dos patins e começou a golpear o gelo com todas as suas forças, conseguindo por fim,quebrá-lo e libertar o amigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando os bombeiros chegaram e viram o que havia acontecido, perguntaram ao menino:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Como você conseguiu fazer isso? É impossível que tenha conseguido quebrar o gelo, sendo tão pequeno e com mãos tão frágeis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse instante, um ancião que passava pelo local, comentou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Eu sei como ele conseguiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos perguntaram:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Pode nos dizer como?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- É simples: - respondeu o velho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Não havia ninguém ao seu redor para lhe dizer que não seria capaz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/316706292036549745-6814427411619568170?l=clicounet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clicounet.blogspot.com/feeds/6814427411619568170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clicounet.blogspot.com/2010/08/logica-de-einsten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/316706292036549745/posts/default/6814427411619568170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/316706292036549745/posts/default/6814427411619568170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clicounet.blogspot.com/2010/08/logica-de-einsten.html' title='A lógica de Einsten'/><author><name>Tudo de Tudo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07501620377740948624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UsCHWoVGwhQ/TGSMT5NnV7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/meRAiOhEvv0/s72-c/crianca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316706292036549745.post-5681537523033555358</id><published>2010-08-12T17:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T17:10:55.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Aranha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UsCHWoVGwhQ/TGSNdEwDn6I/AAAAAAAAABE/k9vVUpS54YY/s1600/7862aranha1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 314px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504680175184617378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UsCHWoVGwhQ/TGSNdEwDn6I/AAAAAAAAABE/k9vVUpS54YY/s200/7862aranha1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Uma vez um homem estava sendo perseguido por vários&lt;br /&gt;malfeitores que queriam matá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O homem, correndo, virou em um atalho que saía da estrada e&lt;br /&gt;entrava pelo meio do mato e, no desespero, elevou uma oração a&lt;br /&gt;Deus da seguinte maneira :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Deus Todo Poderoso fazei com que dois anjos venham do céu e&lt;br /&gt;tapem a entrada da trilha para que os bandidos não me matem&lt;br /&gt;!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse momento escutou que os homens se aproximavam da trilha onde&lt;br /&gt;ele se escondia e viu que na entrada da trilha apareceu uma&lt;br /&gt;minúscula aranha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A aranha começou a tecer uma teia na entrada da trilha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O homem se pôs a fazer outra oração cada vez mais&lt;br /&gt;angustiado :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- "Senhor, eu vos pedi anjos, não uma aranha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- "Senhor, por favor, com tua mão poderosa coloca um muro&lt;br /&gt;forte na entrada desta trilha, para que os homens não possam&lt;br /&gt;entrar e me matar..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abriu os olhos esperando ver um muro tapando a entrada e viu&lt;br /&gt;apenas a aranha tecendo a teia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estavam os malfeitores entrando na trilha, na qual ele se&lt;br /&gt;encontrava esperando apenas a morte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando passaram em frente da trilha o homem escutou :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- "Vamos, entremos nesta trilha !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- "Não, não está vendo que tem até teia de aranha !?&lt;br /&gt;Nada entrou por aqui. Continuemos procurando nas próximas&lt;br /&gt;trilhas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fé é crer no que não se vê, é perseverar diante do&lt;br /&gt;impossível. Às vezes pedimos muros para estarmos seguros,&lt;br /&gt;mas Deus, como sempre, em sua SABEDORIA e BONDADE infinita, dá&lt;br /&gt;a cada Ser, tão só o que é necessário para sua&lt;br /&gt;subsistência, e somente espera que tenhamos confiança n'Ele&lt;br /&gt;para Seu Poder, Glória e Proteção se manifeste de forma&lt;br /&gt;JUSTA e PERFEITA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faça vc, algo como uma teia, que nos dá a mesma proteção&lt;br /&gt;de uma muralha. &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/316706292036549745-5681537523033555358?l=clicounet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clicounet.blogspot.com/feeds/5681537523033555358/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clicounet.blogspot.com/2010/08/aranha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/316706292036549745/posts/default/5681537523033555358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/316706292036549745/posts/default/5681537523033555358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clicounet.blogspot.com/2010/08/aranha.html' title='A Aranha'/><author><name>Tudo de Tudo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07501620377740948624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UsCHWoVGwhQ/TGSNdEwDn6I/AAAAAAAAABE/k9vVUpS54YY/s72-c/7862aranha1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316706292036549745.post-1341641773139195673</id><published>2010-04-30T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T11:34:11.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentileza [ conto ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.webix.com.br/scraps/imagens/flores/flores092.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 370px;" src="http://www.webix.com.br/scraps/imagens/flores/flores092.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Um rico resolve presentear um pobre por seu aniversário e ironicamente manda preparar uma bandeja cheia de lixo e sujeiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Na presença de todos, manda entregar o presente, que é recebido com alegria pelo aniversariante, que gentilmente agradece e pede que lhe aguarde um instante, pois gostaria de poder retribuir a gentileza".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Joga fora o lixo, lava e desinfeta a bandeja, enche-a de flores, e devolve-a com um cartão, onde está a frase:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"A gente dá o que tem de melhor .."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ou seja:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Não perca sua serenidade. A raiva faz mal à saúde, o rancor estraga o fígado, a mágoa envenena o coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Domine suas reações emotivas. Seja dono de si mesmo. Não jogue lenha no fogo de seu aborrecimento. Esqueça e passe adiante, para não perder sua serenidade. Não perca sua calma. Pense, antes de falar, e não ceda à sua ipulsividade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Guardar ressentimentos é como tomar veneno e esperar que outra pessoa morra" - William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/316706292036549745-1341641773139195673?l=clicounet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clicounet.blogspot.com/feeds/1341641773139195673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clicounet.blogspot.com/2010/04/gentileza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/316706292036549745/posts/default/1341641773139195673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/316706292036549745/posts/default/1341641773139195673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clicounet.blogspot.com/2010/04/gentileza.html' title='Gentileza [ conto ]'/><author><name>Tudo de Tudo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07501620377740948624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316706292036549745.post-1420612769258243883</id><published>2010-04-30T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T18:19:52.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas compreenda!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://inusitatus.blogtv.uol.com.br/img/image/Inusitatus/2009/Marco/flores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://inusitatus.blogtv.uol.com.br/img/image/Inusitatus/2009/Marco/flores.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt; Um sujeito estava colocando flores no túmulo de um parente, quando vê um chinês colocando um prato de arroz na lápide ao lado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt; Ele se vira para o chinês e pergunta: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt; -- Desculpe, mas o senhor acha mesmo que o defunto virá comer o arroz? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt; E o chinês responde: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt; -- Sim, quando o seu vier cheirar as flores!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;  RESPEITAR AS OPÇÕES DO OUTRO, EM QUALQUER ASPECTO, É UMA DAS MAIORES  VIRTUDES QUE UM SER HUMANO PODE TER" "AS PESSOAS SÃO DIFERENTES, AGEM  DIFERENTE, E PENSAM DIFERENTE.  NUNCA JULGUE... APENAS COMPREENDA!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/316706292036549745-1420612769258243883?l=clicounet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clicounet.blogspot.com/feeds/1420612769258243883/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clicounet.blogspot.com/2010/04/apenas-compreenda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/316706292036549745/posts/default/1420612769258243883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/316706292036549745/posts/default/1420612769258243883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clicounet.blogspot.com/2010/04/apenas-compreenda.html' title='Apenas compreenda!'/><author><name>Tudo de Tudo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07501620377740948624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316706292036549745.post-1291684110451047128</id><published>2010-04-30T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T18:17:41.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A arte de viver bem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.overstress.com.br/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/felicidade_bolhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 236px;" src="http://www.overstress.com.br/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/felicidade_bolhas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Içami Tiba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Não exija dos outros o que eles não podem lhe dar,&lt;br /&gt;Mas cobre de cada um a sua responsabilidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Não deixe de usufruir o prazer,&lt;br /&gt;Mas que não faça mal a ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Não pegue mais do que você precisa,&lt;br /&gt;Mas lute pelos seus direitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Não olhe as pessoas só com os seus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Mas olhe-se também com os olhos delas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Não fique ensinando sempre,&lt;br /&gt;Você pode aprender muito mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Não desanime perante o fracasso,&lt;br /&gt;Supere-se o transformando em aprendizado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Não se aproveite de quem se esforça tanto,&lt;br /&gt;Ele pode estar fazendo o que você deixou de fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Não estrague um programa diferente com seu mau humor,&lt;br /&gt;Descubra a alegria da novidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Não deixe a vida se esvair pela torneira,&lt;br /&gt;Pode faltar aos outros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; O amor pode absorver muitos sofrimentos,&lt;br /&gt;Menos a falta de respeito a si mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Se você quer o melhor das pessoas,&lt;br /&gt;Dê o máximo de si,&lt;br /&gt;Já que a vida lhe deu tanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Enfim, agradeça sempre,&lt;br /&gt;Pois a gratidão abre&lt;br /&gt;As portas do coração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/316706292036549745-1291684110451047128?l=clicounet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clicounet.blogspot.com/feeds/1291684110451047128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clicounet.blogspot.com/2010/04/arte-de-viver-bem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/316706292036549745/posts/default/1291684110451047128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/316706292036549745/posts/default/1291684110451047128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clicounet.blogspot.com/2010/04/arte-de-viver-bem.html' title='A arte de viver bem.'/><author><name>Tudo de Tudo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07501620377740948624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316706292036549745.post-8837786277840998527</id><published>2010-04-24T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T10:02:29.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Os lençóis sujos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UsCHWoVGwhQ/S9xeg4Sc1uI/AAAAAAAAAA0/XqZi-ZxLSc4/s1600/janela.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UsCHWoVGwhQ/S9xeg4Sc1uI/AAAAAAAAAA0/XqZi-ZxLSc4/s320/janela.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466347966679537378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Um casal, recém-casado, mudou-se para um bairro muito tranqüilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Na primeira manhã que passavam na casa, enquanto tomavam café, a mulher reparou atráves da janela em uma vizinha que pendurava lençóis no varal e comentou com o marido:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Que lençóis sujos ela está pendurando no varal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Está precisando de um sabão novo. Se eu tivesse intimidade perguntaria se ela quer que eu a ensine a lavar as roupas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;O marido observou calado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Alguns dias depois, novamente, durante o café da manhã, a vizinha pendurava lençóis no varal e a mulher comentou com o marido:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nossa vizinha continua pendurando os lençóis sujos! Se eu tivesse intimidade perguntaria se ela quer que eu a ensine a lavar as roupas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E assim, a cada dois ou três dias, a mulher repetia seu discurso, enquanto a vizinha pendurava suas roupas no varal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Passado um tempo a mulher se surpreendeu ao ver os lençóis muito brancos sendo estendidos, e empolgada foi dizer ao marido:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Veja, ela aprendeu a lavar as roupas, Será que outra vizinha ensinou??? Porque eu não fiz nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;O marido calmamente respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Não, hoje eu levantei mais cedo e lavei os vidros da nossa janela!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E assim é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Tudo depende da janela, através da qual observamos os fatos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/316706292036549745-8837786277840998527?l=clicounet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clicounet.blogspot.com/feeds/8837786277840998527/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clicounet.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-lencol-sujo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/316706292036549745/posts/default/8837786277840998527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/316706292036549745/posts/default/8837786277840998527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clicounet.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-lencol-sujo.html' title='Os lençóis sujos'/><author><name>Tudo de Tudo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07501620377740948624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UsCHWoVGwhQ/S9xeg4Sc1uI/AAAAAAAAAA0/XqZi-ZxLSc4/s72-c/janela.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316706292036549745.post-2809754886014709799</id><published>2010-04-24T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T14:48:57.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fábula'/><title type='text'>A fábula do Burro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dibjr.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/poco_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 300px;" src="http://dibjr.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/poco_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Um dia, o burro de um camponês caiu num poço. Não chegou a se ferir, mas não podia sair dali por conta própria. Por isso o animal chorou fortemente durante horas, enquanto o camponês pensava no que fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Finalmente, o camponês tomou uma decisão cruel: concluiu que já que o burro estava muito velho e que o poço estava mesmo seco, precisaria ser tapado de alguma forma. Portanto, não valia a pena se esforçar para tirar o burro de dentro do poço. Ao contrário, chamou seus vizinhos para ajudá-lo a enterrar vivo o burro. Cada um deles pegou uma pá e começou a jogar terra dentro do poço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;O burro não tardou a se dar conta do que estavam fazendo com ele e chorou desesperadamente. Porém, para surpresa de todos, o burro aquietou-se depois de umas quantas pás de terra que levou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;O camponês finalmente olhou para o fundo do poço e se surpreendeu com o que viu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;A cada pá de terra que caía sobre suas costas o burro a sacudia, dando um passo sobre esta mesma terra que caía ao chão. Assim, em pouco tempo, todos viram como o burro conseguiu chegar até a boca do poço, passar por cima da borda e sair dali trotando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;A vida vai te jogar muita terra nas costas. Principalmente se você já estiver dentro de um poço. O segredo para sair do poço é sacudir a terra que se leva nas costas e dar um passo sobre ela. Cada um de nossos problemas é um degrau que nos conduz para cima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Podemos sair dos mais profundos buracos se não nos dermos por vencidos. Use a terra que te jogam para seguir adiante!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Recorde-se das 5 regras para ser feliz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Liberte o seu coração do ódio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Liberte a sua mente das preocupações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Simplifique a sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Dê mais e espere menos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ame-se mais e...aceite a terra que lhe jogam. Ela pode ser a solução, não o problema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/316706292036549745-2809754886014709799?l=clicounet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clicounet.blogspot.com/feeds/2809754886014709799/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clicounet.blogspot.com/2010/04/fabula-do-burro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/316706292036549745/posts/default/2809754886014709799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/316706292036549745/posts/default/2809754886014709799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clicounet.blogspot.com/2010/04/fabula-do-burro.html' title='A fábula do Burro'/><author><name>Tudo de Tudo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07501620377740948624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316706292036549745.post-4151495620005844031</id><published>2010-04-21T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T18:32:48.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A grandeza do silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UsCHWoVGwhQ/S9uEshzuobI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0TyRNBPTyQE/s1600/s500x500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UsCHWoVGwhQ/S9uEshzuobI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0TyRNBPTyQE/s320/s500x500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466108473268674994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;O silêncio é doçura: Quando não respondes às ofensas, Quando não reclamas os teus direitos, Quando deixas à Deus a defesa da tua honra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;O silêncio é misericórdia: Quando te calas diante das faltas de teus irmãos, Quando perdoas sem remoer o passado, Quando não condenas, mas intercedes em segredo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;O silêncio é paciência: Quando sofres sem te lamentares, Quando não procuras consolação junto aos homens, Quando não intervéns, esperando que a semente germine lentamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;O silêncio é humildade: Quando te apagas para deixar aparecer teu irmão, Quando, na discrição, revelas dons de Deus, Quando suportas que tuas ações sejam mal interpretadas, Quando deixas os outros a glória da obra inacabada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;O silêncio é fé: Quando te apagas, sabendo que é Ele quem age... Quando renuncias às vozes do mundo para permanecer na Sua presença... Quando te basta que só Ele te compreenda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/316706292036549745-4151495620005844031?l=clicounet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clicounet.blogspot.com/feeds/4151495620005844031/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clicounet.blogspot.com/2010/04/grandeza-do-silencio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/316706292036549745/posts/default/4151495620005844031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/316706292036549745/posts/default/4151495620005844031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clicounet.blogspot.com/2010/04/grandeza-do-silencio.html' title='A grandeza do silêncio'/><author><name>Tudo de Tudo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07501620377740948624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UsCHWoVGwhQ/S9uEshzuobI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0TyRNBPTyQE/s72-c/s500x500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316706292036549745.post-4850902964211309544</id><published>2010-04-21T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T10:12:31.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fábula'/><title type='text'>Reflexão: Os porcos espinhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD1GVZP-qEM/SxspqCX0kTI/AAAAAAAABUk/1osVsw8pwxs/s400/porco-espinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD1GVZP-qEM/SxspqCX0kTI/AAAAAAAABUk/1osVsw8pwxs/s400/porco-espinho.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Durante a era glacial,muitos animais morriam por causa do frio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Os porcos espinhos, percebendo esta situação, resolveram se juntar em grupos, assim se agasalhariam e se protegeriam mutuamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mas os espinhos de cada um feriam os companheiros mais próximos, justamente os que forneciam calor. E, por isso, eles tornaram a se afastar uns dos outros, voltando assim a morrer congelados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Precisavam fazer uma escolha urgentemente. Desapareceriam também da face da terra morrendo todos congelados, ou aceitavam os espinhos de seus semelhantes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Com sabedoria, decidiram voltar e ficar juntos. Aprenderam assim, a conviver com as pequenas feridas que uma relação muito próxima podia causar, já que o mais importante era o calor um do outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sobreviveram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;O melhor relacionamento não é aquele que reúne membros perfeitos, mas aquele onde cada um aceita os defeitos do outro e consegue perdão pelos próprios defeitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Aqueles que nos são mais próximos são os que mais machucamos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/316706292036549745-4850902964211309544?l=clicounet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clicounet.blogspot.com/feeds/4850902964211309544/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clicounet.blogspot.com/2010/04/os-porcos-espinhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/316706292036549745/posts/default/4850902964211309544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/316706292036549745/posts/default/4850902964211309544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clicounet.blogspot.com/2010/04/os-porcos-espinhos.html' title='Reflexão: Os porcos espinhos'/><author><name>Tudo de Tudo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07501620377740948624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD1GVZP-qEM/SxspqCX0kTI/AAAAAAAABUk/1osVsw8pwxs/s72-c/porco-espinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316706292036549745.post-7309920666048247705</id><published>2010-04-21T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T09:58:39.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A força das palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.papatupa.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/moedas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 410px; height: 284px;" src="http://www.papatupa.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/moedas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Certa vez um sultão sonhou que havia perdido todos os dentes. Ele acordou assustado e mandou chamar um sábio para que interpretasse o sonho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;-- Que desgraça, senhor! - exclamou o sábio. Cada dente caído representa a perda de um parente de vossa majestade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Mas que insolente, gritou o sultão. Como se atreve a dizer tal coisa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;E ele chamou os guardas e mandou que lhe dessem cem chicotadas. Mandou também que chamassem outro sábio, para interpretar o mesmo sonho. E o outro sábio disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;-- Senhor, uma grande felicidade vos está reservada!!! O sonho indica que ireis viver mais que todos os vossos parentes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;A fisionomia do sultão iluminou-se e ele mandou dar cem moedas ao sábio. Quando este saía do palácio um cortesão perguntou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;-- Como é possível? A interpretação que você fez foi a mesma do seu colega. No entanto ele levou chicotadas e você moedas de ouro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;-- Lembre-se sempre, amigo - respondeu o sábio - tudo depende da maneira de dizer as coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;E esse é um dos grandes desafios da humanidade. É daí que vem a felicidade ou a desgraça; a paz ou a guerra. A verdade sempre deve ser dita, não resta a menor dúvida, mas a forma como ela é dita é que faz toda a diferença. A verdade deve ser comparada a uma pedra preciosa. Se a lançarmos no rosto de alguém, pode ferir, provocando revolta. Mas se a envolvemos numa delicada embalagem e a oferecermos com ternura, certamente será aceita com facilidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/316706292036549745-7309920666048247705?l=clicounet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clicounet.blogspot.com/feeds/7309920666048247705/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clicounet.blogspot.com/2010/04/forca-das-palavras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/316706292036549745/posts/default/7309920666048247705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/316706292036549745/posts/default/7309920666048247705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clicounet.blogspot.com/2010/04/forca-das-palavras.html' title='A força das palavras'/><author><name>Tudo de Tudo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07501620377740948624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316706292036549745.post-8546296837731882020</id><published>2010-04-21T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T13:02:05.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O amor ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8gTuQlWPs/R1iTrsTjehI/AAAAAAAAAKY/y7vYivYja-o/s400/CORACAO%2520na%2520praia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 347px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8gTuQlWPs/R1iTrsTjehI/AAAAAAAAAKY/y7vYivYja-o/s400/CORACAO%2520na%2520praia.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px;  font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial, sans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px;  font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial, sans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin:7.5pt;mso-line-height-alt:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;"O amor não é algo que o faz sair do chão e o transporta para lugares que você nunca viu. O nome disso é avião. O amor é outra  coisa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:7.5pt;mso-line-height-alt:13.5ptfont-family:'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial, sans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;"O amor não é uma coisa que você esconde dentro de si e não  mostra para ninguém. Isso se chama vibrador tailandês de três  velocidades. O amor é outra coisa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:7.5pt;mso-line-height-alt:13.5ptfont-family:'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial, sans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;"O amor não é uma coisa que te faz perder a respiração e a fala.  O nome disso é bronquite asmática. O amor é outra coisa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:7.5pt;mso-line-height-alt:13.5ptfont-family:'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial, sans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;"O amor não é uma coisa que chega de repente e o transforma em ref  ém. Isso se chama seqüestrador. O amor é outra coisa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:7.5pt;mso-line-height-alt:13.5ptfont-family:'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial, sans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;"O amor não é uma coisa que voa alto no céu e deixa sua marca por  onde passa. Isso se chama pombo com caganeira. O amor é outra coisa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:7.5pt;mso-line-height-alt:13.5ptfont-family:'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial, sans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;"O amor não é uma coisa que você pode prender ou botar pra fora de  casa quando bem entender. Isso se chama cachorro. O amor é outra coisa." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:7.5pt;mso-line-height-alt:13.5ptfont-family:'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial, sans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;"O amor não é uma coisa cinza que lançou uma luz sobre ti, o levou  pra ver as estrelas e o trouxe de volta com algo dele dentro de você.  Isso se chama alienígena. O amor é outra coisa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:7.5pt;mso-line-height-alt:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"O amor não é uma coisa que desapareceu e que, se encontrado,  poderia mudar o que está diante de você. Isso se chama ontrole remoto  da TV. O amor é outra cois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;a."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:7.5pt;mso-line-height-alt:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:7.5pt;mso-line-height-alt:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;• Então... O que é Amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:7.5pt;mso-line-height-alt:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sem mais palavras, amor se define em AMAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/316706292036549745-8546296837731882020?l=clicounet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clicounet.blogspot.com/feeds/8546296837731882020/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clicounet.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/316706292036549745/posts/default/8546296837731882020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/316706292036549745/posts/default/8546296837731882020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clicounet.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-amor.html' title='O amor ...'/><author><name>Tudo de Tudo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07501620377740948624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8gTuQlWPs/R1iTrsTjehI/AAAAAAAAAKY/y7vYivYja-o/s72-c/CORACAO%2520na%2520praia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316706292036549745.post-1654561404362646361</id><published>2010-04-21T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T16:40:19.497-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fábula'/><title type='text'>A fábula das abóboras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://puddingpop.files.wordpress.com/2006/10/pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="http://puddingpop.files.wordpress.com/2006/10/pumpkin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Era uma vez um cocheiro que dirigia uma carroça cheia de abóboras. A cada solavanco da carroça, ele olhava para trás e via que as abóboras estavam todas desarrumadas. Então ele parava, descia e colocava-as novamente no lugar. Mal reiniciava sua viagem, lá vinha outro solavanco, e tudo se desarrumava de novo. Então ele começou a ficar desanimado e pensou: "Jamais vou conseguir terminar minha viagem! É impossível dirigir nesta estrada de terra, conservando as abóboras arrumadas!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Quando estava assim pensando, passou à sua frente outra carroça cheia de abóboras, e ele observou que o cocheiro seguia em frente e nem olhava para trás: as abóboras que estavam desarrumadas organizavam-se sozinhas no próximo solavanco. Foi quando ele compreendeu que, se colocasse a carroça em movimento na direção do local onde queria chegar, os próprios solavancos da carroça fariam com que as abóboras se acomodassem em seus devidos lugares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Assim também é a nossa vida: quando paramos demais para olhar os problemas, perdemos tempo e nos distanciamos das nossas metas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/316706292036549745-1654561404362646361?l=clicounet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clicounet.blogspot.com/feeds/1654561404362646361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clicounet.blogspot.com/2010/04/as-aboboras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/316706292036549745/posts/default/1654561404362646361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/316706292036549745/posts/default/1654561404362646361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clicounet.blogspot.com/2010/04/as-aboboras.html' title='A fábula das abóboras'/><author><name>Tudo de Tudo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07501620377740948624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
