<?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-1862901229867083111</id><updated>2012-02-20T09:46:14.733-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas minhas</title><subtitle type='html'>Minhas cores, Minhas dores, Minhas delícias</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>226</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-6252328527202080071</id><published>2011-08-07T22:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T22:07:22.639-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poliana morreu. Ou está de férias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://i.istockimg.com/file_thumbview_approve/4199817/2/istockphoto_4199817-depression.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://i.istockimg.com/file_thumbview_approve/4199817/2/istockphoto_4199817-depression.jpg" width="174" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;A Poliana que existe dentro de mim sabe-se lá por onde anda. Desejo realmente que não tenha morrido definitivamente e esteja apenas dando um tempo. Por que eu vou te contar: eu estou muito insuportável!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;- sem paciência com nada e com ninguém;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;- tolerância zero;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;- achando tudo e todos sem graça alguma;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;- rezando para dormir e rezando para não acordar (meus sonhos sempre são muito mais legais e emocionantes que a vida real...);&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;- tentando conter a língua ferina que tem vontade de falar escancaradamente a verdade, doa aquem doer;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;- enfim, com uma vontade enorme de explodir. E sinto realmente que isso vai acontecer a qualquer momento...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Eu gostaria muito de poder saber em que momento eu me perdi. Por que estava tudo muito bom e de repente...sei lá, penso que achar tudo ótimo e lindo não é normal também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;As pessoas me irritam, o mundo me irrita, eu me irrito. E como não posso me dar ao luxo (nem tempo tenho mais) de ter minha psicóloga semanal, o jeito é usar o blog para expor o que penso e tentar amenizar o péssimo momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-6252328527202080071?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/6252328527202080071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=6252328527202080071' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/6252328527202080071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/6252328527202080071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2011/08/poliana-morreu-ou-esta-de-ferias.html' title='A Poliana morreu. Ou está de férias...'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-65766031363021413</id><published>2011-04-23T16:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T19:03:46.619-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada que te diz respeito</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;A letra da música não tem a ver com o meu momento mas é ÓTIMA. O ritmo e as vozes então....AMO!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=e41248f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Leva eu, leva eu, leva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Leva eu, leva eu, leva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Nada que te diz respeito eu consigo jogar fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;E o tempo que era pra levar traz existir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Carrego vivas na lembrança marcas de um passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Que não vão embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Nada que te diz respeito eu consigo jogar fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;O que é que eu vou fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Pra acabar com esse tormento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;O que é que eu vou fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Pra por um fim nesse lamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;O que é que eu vou fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Pra te ver fora do meu mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;O que é que eu vou fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Eu vou riscar seu nome do caderno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;E vou rezar aos santos e orixás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Pra ver se um novo amor me acontece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;E o seu que vá morar em outro lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;O que é que eu vou fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Das as coisas que você deixou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;O que é que eu vou fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Das as outras que você levou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;O que é que eu vou fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Pra te ver fora desse mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;O que é que eu vou fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Leva eu, leva eu, leva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Leva eu, leva eu, leva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Roupa de cama, taça de vinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Descanso de prato e a TV e o disco de vinil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Porta retrato e na cama espaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;O laço, o abraço e o beijo que você partiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Leva, leva, leva eu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Leva, leva, leva eu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Levou... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Céu e Diogo Poças)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-65766031363021413?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/65766031363021413/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=65766031363021413' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/65766031363021413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/65766031363021413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2011/04/nada-que-te-diz-respeito.html' title='Nada que te diz respeito'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-6633374952706626005</id><published>2011-03-22T22:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T22:20:47.988-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu estou aqui...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_Ia8BfVQeVs/TYlKdoR9otI/AAAAAAAABAw/qyDlk6vxGWY/s1600/curiosa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_Ia8BfVQeVs/TYlKdoR9otI/AAAAAAAABAw/qyDlk6vxGWY/s200/curiosa.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ei! Eu estou aqui sim. Ok, sei que ando sumida, ausente do blog e do mundo virtual que tanto me fez (e ainda faz!) companhia. Mas os tempo são outros...muitas mudanças. Trabalho novo, amigos novos, pessoas novas. Tudo isso para conhecer e explorar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Como estou cansada! E como estou feliz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Troquei a área de engenharia civil pela engenharia mecânica; deixei de ser vendedora para me tornar compradora; troquei o salto alto e o perfume importado pela botina de segurança e pelo cheiro de fundição de alumínio; saí das ruas e fui para a fábrica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;É, a minha vida é assim mesmo, cheia de surpresas. Mas uma coisa não muda: a minha curiosidade pelo conhecimento e exploração de tudo o que é novo. Sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-6633374952706626005?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/6633374952706626005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=6633374952706626005' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/6633374952706626005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/6633374952706626005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-estou-aqui.html' title='Eu estou aqui...'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_Ia8BfVQeVs/TYlKdoR9otI/AAAAAAAABAw/qyDlk6vxGWY/s72-c/curiosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-6161716807829978931</id><published>2011-02-06T21:24:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T15:49:46.582-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Filhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs237.snc3/22480_1300741235157_1129209849_960115_1842910_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs237.snc3/22480_1300741235157_1129209849_960115_1842910_n.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(meus filhos Maria Eugênia e Gabriel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Filho é um ser que nos emprestaram para um curso intensivo de como amar alguém além de nós mesmos, de como mudar nossos piores defeitos para darmos os melhores exemplos e de aprendermos a ter coragem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Isto mesmo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Ser pai ou mãe é o maior ato de coragem que alguém pode ter, porque é se expor a todo tipo de dor, principalmente na incerteza de estar agindo corretamente e do medo de perder algo tão amado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(José Saramago)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-6161716807829978931?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/6161716807829978931/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=6161716807829978931' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/6161716807829978931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/6161716807829978931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2011/02/filhos.html' title='Filhos'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-2205092888679319824</id><published>2011-01-23T22:40:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T22:41:19.625-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog sobre filmes</title><content type='html'>A partir de agora vou compartilhar minha opinião sobre filmes em um blog destinado para esse fim. Minha filha teve a ideia, uma vez que é cinéfila de nascimento, e me convidou a colaborar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acessem:&lt;a href="http://sobre7arte.blogspot.com/"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Notas sobre a Sétima Arte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-2205092888679319824?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/2205092888679319824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=2205092888679319824' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/2205092888679319824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=84749ef" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se afobe, não &lt;br /&gt;Que nada é pra já &lt;br /&gt;O amor não tem pressa &lt;br /&gt;Ele pode esperar em silêncio &lt;br /&gt;Num fundo de armário &lt;br /&gt;Na posta-restante &lt;br /&gt;Milênios, milênios &lt;br /&gt;No ar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="rangeSel" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quem sabe, então &lt;br /&gt;O Rio será &lt;br /&gt;Alguma cidade submersa &lt;br /&gt;Os escafandristas virão &lt;br /&gt;Explorar sua casa &lt;br /&gt;Seu quarto, suas coisas &lt;br /&gt;Sua alma, desvãos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="rangeSel" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábios em vão &lt;br /&gt;Tentarão decifrar &lt;br /&gt;O eco de antigas palavras &lt;br /&gt;Fragmentos de cartas, poemas &lt;br /&gt;Mentiras, retratos &lt;br /&gt;Vestígios de estranha civilização&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="rangeSel" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se afobe, não &lt;br /&gt;Que nada é pra já &lt;br /&gt;Amores serão sempre amáveis &lt;br /&gt;Futuros amantes, quiçá &lt;br /&gt;Se amarão sem saber &lt;br /&gt;Com o amor que eu um dia &lt;br /&gt;Deixei pra você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="rangeSel" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="rangeSel"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;(Chico Buarque - Futuros Amantes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-8524908284651505710?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/8524908284651505710/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=8524908284651505710' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/8524908284651505710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/8524908284651505710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2011/01/futuros-amantes.html' title='Futuros Amantes'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-8529651656299688472</id><published>2011-01-21T00:11:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T00:19:21.556-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Atreva-se!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;É assim que eu estou me sentindo nesse início de 2011: mudando os padrões de comportamento, quebrando paradigmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;P.S.: Vivaldi ao fundo é puro luxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kNeTeudeygQ" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-8529651656299688472?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/8529651656299688472/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=8529651656299688472' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/8529651656299688472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/8529651656299688472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2011/01/atreva-se.html' title='Atreva-se!'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kNeTeudeygQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-9138264674939117261</id><published>2010-12-31T19:40:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T23:19:51.959-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Propósitos para 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TR5N0wxFtuI/AAAAAAAABAE/TP0RCYt7RDg/s1600/ist2_14569973-sparkling-2011-with-fireworks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="146" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TR5N0wxFtuI/AAAAAAAABAE/TP0RCYt7RDg/s200/ist2_14569973-sparkling-2011-with-fireworks.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Mais um ano termina e eu não posso reclamar de 2010. Não foi um ano excelente mas também não foi dos piores.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Aprendi e cresci muito. Quase não chorei de tristeza, mas sim de emoção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;E 2010 termina com um gosto doce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;E o que eu quero para 2011? Lá vai:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;- estudar a Doutrina Espírita com mais afinco;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;- ler mais livros;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;- ir mais vezes para São Paulo, capital, passear e visitar os amigos que cobram a minha presença por lá;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;- orientar e educar meu filho Gabriel, cuidando para que ele cresça autoconfiante, responsável e feliz;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;- orientar minha filha Maria Eugênia, que apesar de adulta, ainda se perde nas dúvidas;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;- continuar me amando muito, respeitando os meus limites, cuidando dos meus sentimentos, das minhas crenças;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;- continuar respeitando e ajudando o meu próximo;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;- rir ainda mais com meus amigos e minha família; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;- encontrar um lindo Amor para chamar de meu;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;- trabalhar, trabalhar, trabalhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;- e não me esquecer nunca de que &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"na vida, cada um dá aquilo que tem. E quem dá pouco é porque pouco tem dentro de si”. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;A partir disso, não me decepcionar com as atitudes dos outros e sim, aceitar o momento de cada um.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Um lindo e grandioso 2011!! E como sempre digo: quero paz no meu coração e quem quiser ser meu amigo que me dê a mão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-9138264674939117261?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/9138264674939117261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=9138264674939117261' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/9138264674939117261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/9138264674939117261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/12/propositos-para-2011.html' title='Propósitos para 2011'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TR5N0wxFtuI/AAAAAAAABAE/TP0RCYt7RDg/s72-c/ist2_14569973-sparkling-2011-with-fireworks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-6123847494515882343</id><published>2010-12-26T00:39:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T00:48:30.596-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Todos estão surdos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Depois de assistir e me emocionar com o show do Rei, é hora de registrar uma canção-oração:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=301409e" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Desde o começo do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Que o homem sonha com a paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ela está dentro dele mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ele tem a paz e não sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;É só fechar os olhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E olhar pra dentro de si mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Tanta gente se esqueceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Que a verdade não mudou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Quando a paz foi ensinada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Pouca gente escutou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Meu Amigo, volte logo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Venha ensinar meu povo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;O amor é importante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Vem dizer tudo de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Outro dia, um cabeludo falou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"Não importam os motivos da guerra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A paz ainda é mais importante que eles."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Esta frase vive nos cabelos encaracolados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Das cucas maravilhosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Mas se perdeu no labirinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Dos pensamentos poluídos pela falta de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Muita gente não ouviu porque não quis ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Eles estão surdos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Tanta gente se esqueceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Que o amor só traz o bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Que a covardia é surda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E só ouve o que convém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Mas meu Amigo volte logo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Vem olhar pelo meu povo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;O amor é importante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Vem dizer tudo de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Um dia o ar se encheu de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E em todo o seu esplendor as vozes cantaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Seu canto ecoou pelos campos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Subiu as montanhas e chegou ao universo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E uma estrela brilhou mostrando o caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"Glória a Deus nas alturas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E paz na Terra aos homens de boa vontade"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Tanta gente se afastou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Do caminho que é de luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Pouca gente se lembrou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Da mensagem que há na cruz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Meu Amigo, volte logo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Venha ensinar meu povo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Que o amor é importante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Vem dizer tudo de novo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Todos estão surdos - Roberto Carlos)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-6123847494515882343?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/6123847494515882343/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=6123847494515882343' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/6123847494515882343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/6123847494515882343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/12/todos-estao-surdos.html' title='Todos estão surdos'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-2911424830531356531</id><published>2010-12-23T20:58:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T21:01:22.452-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meus pedidos de Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TRPT4VIwQwI/AAAAAAAAA_8/oT7ce-0sHQ0/s1600/Natal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TRPT4VIwQwI/AAAAAAAAA_8/oT7ce-0sHQ0/s320/Natal.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Vou transcrever abaixo uma mensagem que o Gabriel, meu filho, recebeu no último dia de evangelização. O texto descreve exatamente os meus desejos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Senhor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Sou como todos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Também tenho os meus pedidos especiais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Mas não se preocupe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Tenho pouco a pedir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Tenho, é verdade, muito mais a agradecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Mas Natal não é Natal se a gente não se ajoelhar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;diante da tua sabedoria para refazer&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;todos aqueles pedidos que a tua Bondade já sabe&amp;nbsp; que a gente precisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Olha, dá um jeitinho de acabar com todas as guerras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Essa gente já brigou por tanta coisa!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Faz com que eles vejam a inutilidade de tanta disputa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Também tem aqueles que não sabem amar e só odeiam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Faz com que eles entendam que o nosso tempo é tão curto para&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;se desperdiçar com sentimentos menores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Ah...tem também aqueles que me magoaram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Faz com que eu me esqueça do que houve&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;e me dá luz e grandeza para eu aprender a perdoar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Ainda tem aqueles que se encontram desesperados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Dá-lhes conforto, um motivo de vida e mostra-lhes a maravilha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;operadas pela palavra Esperança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Tem aqueles que já são meus meus amigos antigos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Para esses eu peço o que sempre pedi:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Que eu possa sempre ser o que esperam de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;e, se não o for, que possam entender meus limites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Agora, tem os meus novos amigos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Para esses , o que eu peço é lindo e grandioso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Que o milagre que fez a gente se encontrar continue só operando belezas em nossas vidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Que eu possa esquecer as tristezas do ano passado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;e, nesta prece, só te pedir alegria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Faz com que eu possa acreditar que o mundo pode ainda ser melhor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;E para isso eu te peço...Fé.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Obrigado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Que assim seja!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Desconheço a autoria da oração. 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href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/12/meus-pedidos-de-natal.html' title='Meus pedidos de Natal'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TRPT4VIwQwI/AAAAAAAAA_8/oT7ce-0sHQ0/s72-c/Natal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-1339631611700906432</id><published>2010-12-22T22:11:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T00:15:29.182-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lá vem chegando o verão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BZx94k_Fh4o?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Lá vem chegando o verão  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; No trem da Estação da Luz  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; É um pintor passageiro  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Colorindo o mundo inteiro  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Derramando seus azuis  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Lá vem chegando o verão  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; No trem da Estação da Luz  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Com seu fogo de janeiro  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Colorindo o mundo inteiro  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Derramando seus azuis  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Pintor chamado verão  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Tão nobre é sua aquarela  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Papoulas vermelhas, a rosa amarela  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; O verde dos mares, as cores da terra  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Me faz bem moreno para os olhos dela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Estação da Luz - Alceu Valença)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-1339631611700906432?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/1339631611700906432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=1339631611700906432' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/1339631611700906432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/1339631611700906432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/12/la-vem-chegando-o-verao.html' title='Lá vem chegando o verão...'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BZx94k_Fh4o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-4319788886958372011</id><published>2010-12-20T21:06:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T21:11:20.336-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Natal!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TQ_hWQpaXQI/AAAAAAAAA_4/7SsIFrmQdwc/s1600/Natal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TQ_hWQpaXQI/AAAAAAAAA_4/7SsIFrmQdwc/s320/Natal.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Quero ver você não chorar,&lt;br /&gt;Não olhar para trás,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Nem se arrepender do que faz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Quero ver o amor vencer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E se a dor nascer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Você resistir e sorrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Se você pode ser assim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Tão enorme assim eu vou crer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Que o Natal existe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E ninguém é triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Que no mundo há sempre amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Bom Natal, um Feliz Natal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;muito amor e paz pra você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;pra você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-4319788886958372011?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/4319788886958372011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=4319788886958372011' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/4319788886958372011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/4319788886958372011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/12/feliz-natal.html' title='Feliz Natal!!!'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TQ_hWQpaXQI/AAAAAAAAA_4/7SsIFrmQdwc/s72-c/Natal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-5456779364379195052</id><published>2010-12-15T14:39:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T14:41:42.946-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Coragem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TQjvIyOZGgI/AAAAAAAAA_0/k4yAo2Vu8vU/s1600/coragem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TQjvIyOZGgI/AAAAAAAAA_0/k4yAo2Vu8vU/s320/coragem.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dificuldades?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não perca tempo lamuriando. Trabalhe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Incompreensões?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Não busque torná-las maiores através de exigências e queixas. Facilite o caminho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Desilusões?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Porque debitar aos outros a conta de nossos erros? Caminhe para frente dando ao mundo e à vida o melhor ao seu alcance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doenças?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Evite a irritação e a inconformidade. Raciocine nos benefícios que os sofrimentos do corpo passageiro trazem à alma eterna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fracassos?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Não acredite em derrotas. Lembre-se de que, pela benção de Deus, você está agora em seu melhor tempo - o tempo de hoje, no qual você pode sorrir e recomeçar, renovar e servir, em meio de recursos imensos.&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Francisco Cândido Xavier, pelo espírito André Luiz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-5456779364379195052?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/5456779364379195052/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=5456779364379195052' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/5456779364379195052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/5456779364379195052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/12/coragem.html' title='Coragem'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TQjvIyOZGgI/AAAAAAAAA_0/k4yAo2Vu8vU/s72-c/coragem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-7019740236996084914</id><published>2010-12-14T18:10:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T14:41:05.318-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Por que eu gosto do Carpinejar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Porque ele é "o" cara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1gFO_DQZfkc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1gFO_DQZfkc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-7019740236996084914?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/7019740236996084914/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=7019740236996084914' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/7019740236996084914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/7019740236996084914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/12/porque-eu-gosto-do-carpinejar.html' title='Por que eu gosto do Carpinejar'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-679366414586961744</id><published>2010-12-02T22:19:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T22:44:05.732-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu Maior</title><content type='html'>Recebi por e-mail, da equipe do &lt;a href="http://www.simplesmenteyoga.com.br/"&gt;Simplesmente Yoga&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;a apresentação de um documentário que está sendo produzido através da &lt;a href="http://www.dobem.org.br/"&gt;ONG Dobem&lt;/a&gt;. Como foi solicitado no e-mail , estou compartilhando com meus amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu adorei a iniciativa da ONG. Desejo que o filme tire as pessoas da acomodação e da mesmice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="225" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/16453099?color=ffffff" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/16453099"&gt;EU MAIOR&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/eumaior"&gt;EU MAIOR&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eumaior.com.br/"&gt;http://www.eumaior.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-679366414586961744?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/679366414586961744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=679366414586961744' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/679366414586961744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/679366414586961744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/12/eu-maior.html' title='Eu Maior'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-8961539130354889371</id><published>2010-12-01T17:52:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T18:03:22.952-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Musica para Festa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TPanQaqpJfI/AAAAAAAAA_w/SXgWUN2nqtE/s1600/Sticker_musica_pra_FESTA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="124" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TPanQaqpJfI/AAAAAAAAA_w/SXgWUN2nqtE/s320/Sticker_musica_pra_FESTA.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosta de música? De festa? Então acesse o blog &lt;a href="http://musicaparafesta.blogspot.com/"&gt;Música para Festa&lt;/a&gt;, feito por quem gosta e entende de música.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-8961539130354889371?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/8961539130354889371/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=8961539130354889371' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/8961539130354889371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/8961539130354889371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/12/musica-para-festa.html' title='Musica para Festa'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TPanQaqpJfI/AAAAAAAAA_w/SXgWUN2nqtE/s72-c/Sticker_musica_pra_FESTA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-7420579087124773114</id><published>2010-11-30T23:46:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T23:51:37.464-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Brega</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TPWo2H0KtZI/AAAAAAAAA_s/tKizEHE5LXk/s1600/brega.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TPWo2H0KtZI/AAAAAAAAA_s/tKizEHE5LXk/s200/brega.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Adorei o que minha sobrinha Maria Rosa escreveu em seu perfil do Facebook:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2011 é o ano de renovar!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Começe mudando do vinho para a água.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do castelo para o apê.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do peito de peru para o presunto.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tem coisa mais brega do que você querer ser algo que você não é?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De acordo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-7420579087124773114?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/7420579087124773114/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=7420579087124773114' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/7420579087124773114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/7420579087124773114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/11/coisa-brega.html' title='Brega'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TPWo2H0KtZI/AAAAAAAAA_s/tKizEHE5LXk/s72-c/brega.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-581000774762918730</id><published>2010-11-30T23:32:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T00:01:48.134-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ética da Transformação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TPWlkQuTzRI/AAAAAAAAA_o/VIsYXX28JuQ/s1600/transforma%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TPWlkQuTzRI/AAAAAAAAA_o/VIsYXX28JuQ/s320/transforma%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Segue abaixo uma resenha que fiz à partir da leitura do capítulo 2, Ética da Transformação, do livro &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reforma Íntima sem Martírio&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; de &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ermance Dufaux&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; e que apresentei no meu curso da Doutrina Espírita no ano passado. As aulas foram fundamentais no meu crescimento pessoal, auto conhecimento e início da reforma íntima. E eu devo muito à minha orientadora Sonia Maria Geraldes do Grupo Espírita "Os Peregrinos".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Na minha opinião, quem não acredita na mudança do outro não tem condições de acreditar em si mesmo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Reconhece-se o verdadeiro espírita pela sua transformação moral (...)” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Evangelho Segundo o Espiritismo, capítulo XVII – item 4&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;A palavra &lt;i&gt;Ética&lt;/i&gt; é originada do grego &lt;i&gt;ethos&lt;/i&gt;, (modo de ser, caráter) através do latim &lt;i&gt;mos&lt;/i&gt; (ou no plural &lt;i&gt;mores&lt;/i&gt;) (costumes, de onde se derivou a palavra moral.). Em Filosofia, Ética significa &lt;i&gt;o que é bom para o indivíduo e para a sociedade&lt;/i&gt;, e seu estudo contribui para estabelecer a natureza de deveres no relacionamento indivíduo - sociedade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Define-se &lt;i&gt;Moral&lt;/i&gt; como um conjunto de normas, princípios, preceitos, costumes, valores que norteiam o comportamento do indivíduo no seu grupo social. Moral e ética não devem ser confundidos: enquanto a moral é &lt;i&gt;normativa&lt;/i&gt;, a ética é &lt;i&gt;teórica&lt;/i&gt;, e buscando explicar e justificar os costumes de uma determinada sociedade, bem como fornecer subsídios para a solução de seus dilemas mais comuns. Porém, deve-se deixar claro que etimologicamente "ética" e "moral" são expressões sinônimas, sendo a primeira de origem grega, enquanto a segunda é sua tradução para o latim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Tanto “ethos” (caráter) como “mos” (costume) indicam um tipo de comportamento propriamente humano que não é natural, o homem não nasce com ele como se fosse um instinto, mas que é “adquirido ou conquistado por hábito” . Portanto, ética e moral, pela própria etimologia, diz respeito a uma realidade humana que é construída histórica e socialmente a partir das relações coletivas dos seres humanos nas sociedades onde nascem e vivem. (Fonte, Wikipédia)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Reforma Íntima é processual, obedece a uma sequência. Caráter, temperamento, valores, vícios, hábitos e desejos são alguns caracteres que podem ser reformados ou aprimorados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;O que impede, dificulta a mudança e o crescimento? É o interesse pessoal, vícios do ego repetidos durante várias existências e que cristalizaram a mente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;A Reforma Íntima é a libertação do “império do eu”. Atender os nossos desejos e aspirações pessoais nos levou a escravização. Negar a si mesmo, esvaziar-se de si, tirar a máscara é o objetivo maior da Reforma Íntima e o grande desafio a ser seguido pelos que optam pela Doutrina Espírita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Meio prático e eficaz de conseguir a reeducação de nossa personalidade manhosa e egoísta: o auto conhecimento. O auto conhecimento é um mapa de como chegar ao “eu verdadeiro”, à consciência. Mas esse processo não pode ser feito apenas com o mapa, necessita de suprimentos morais preventivos e fortalecedores, necessita de uma ética de paz consigo próprio. Não basta apenas se conhecer, é necessário se aceitar, caso contrário cairemos sempre nas perigosas ameaças de culpa, auto punição e baixa auto-estima, causando o martírio. É preciso uma ética que assegure que essa transformação pessoal tenha um resultado libertador de saúde e harmonia interior. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Tomar posse da verdade sobre si mesmo é um ato muito doloroso para a maioria das criaturas.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;E a Doutrina Espírita é inesgotável manancial no alcance desse objetivo por causa de seu conteúdo moral. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;A prática essencial e meta fundamental dos Bons Espíritos são a melhora da humanidade, a formação do homem de bem. Os recursos didáticos da Doutrina são para aprendizado do Amor - finalidade maior de nossa causa. Na falta do amor, todos os recursos perdem seu sentido divino e primordial. Fica evidente a urgência da edificação de laços de afeto nos grupos humanos para a fixação das mensagens do Evangelho e do bem universal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Afeto é a seiva vitalizadora dos processos relacionais e o construtor de sentidos nobres para a existência dos homens.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Comportamentos que serão efetivos roteiros de apoio no processo auto transformador:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1)&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Postura de Aprendiz –&lt;/b&gt; nunca perder o interesse pelo novo, pelo desconhecido. Nunca perder a curiosidade, pois sempre há algo novo para aprender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2)&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Observação de si mesmo –&lt;/b&gt; é o estudo de nosso mundo, nossas emoções, não julgamento e auto-avaliação constante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3)&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Renúncia –&lt;/b&gt; mudança íntima requer mudança de ambientes e costumes, opiniões pessoais, valores institucionais. Deixar o orgulho de lado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4)&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Aceitação da sombra –&lt;/b&gt; aceitar a nossa realidade, não destruir o que fomos e sim dar nova direção ao que conquistamos, inclusive aos erros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5)&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Auto perdão –&lt;/b&gt; a aceitação, para ser plena, precisa do perdão. Recomeço é a palavra de ordem para a transformação pessoal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6)&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Cumplicidade com a decisão de crescer –&lt;/b&gt; crescimento exige devoção, é serviço diário, onde estivermos. Assumir seriamente o compromisso de mudança, pois somente com severidade e muita disciplina vamos construir o homem novo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7)&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Vigilância –&lt;/b&gt; cuidar da vida mental, higiene dos pensamentos, hábito de boas leituras, conversas e ações sociais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8)&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Oração –&lt;/b&gt; é a terapia da mente. É a través da oração que despertamos na intimidade forças nobres que se encontram adormecidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9)&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Trabalho –&lt;/b&gt; “toda ocupação útil é trabalho”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10)&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tolerância –&lt;/b&gt; Há tempo para tudo e tudo tem seu momento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;11)&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Amor incondicional –&lt;/b&gt; o auto-amor é o maior desafio de quem assume o compromisso da reforma íntima, pois temos uma tendência a desgostar da nossa história.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;12)&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Socialização –&lt;/b&gt; o contato com outras pessoas é um remédio contra o personalismo e a vaidade. É um treinamento para aquisição de novos impulsos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;13)&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Caridade –&lt;/b&gt; abençoada escola de afeto e revitalização dos ensinamentos espíritas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Verificamos um exemplo de rara beleza e oportunidade que servirá como diretriz segura para a “despersonificação” dos servidores do Cristo, na obra do amor: Ananias, o apóstolo chamado para curar os olhos do Doutor de Tarso. Quando o Mestre o chama pelo nome, o colaborador humilde, com prontidão e livre dos interesses pessoais, responde sadiamente: “Eis-me aqui Senhor!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;O nome dessa virtude no dicionário cristão é &lt;b&gt;disponibilidade para servir e aprender&lt;/b&gt;, o programa ético mais completo e eficaz para quantos desejam a auto-iluminação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-581000774762918730?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/581000774762918730/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=581000774762918730' title='2 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-6095262856138607402</id><published>2010-11-25T17:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T17:39:33.266-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cada pessoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TO67ZaYuSvI/AAAAAAAAA_k/EAh8__-bKqU/s1600/cada+pessoa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TO67ZaYuSvI/AAAAAAAAA_k/EAh8__-bKqU/s320/cada+pessoa.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cada pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;é aquilo que crê;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;fala do que gosta;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;retém o que procura;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ensina o que aprende;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;tem o que dá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E vale o que faz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sempre fácil, portanto,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;para cada um de nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;reconhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;os esquemas de vivência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;em que nos colocamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Emmanuel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-6095262856138607402?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/6095262856138607402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TO67ZaYuSvI/AAAAAAAAA_k/EAh8__-bKqU/s72-c/cada+pessoa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-4434785654113216117</id><published>2010-11-25T13:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T13:28:32.293-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O amor da gente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TO5-azIGb_I/AAAAAAAAA_g/iI7yBO0S2B0/s1600/Dr%25C3%25A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="130" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TO5-azIGb_I/AAAAAAAAA_g/iI7yBO0S2B0/s200/Dr%25C3%25A3o.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;O amor da gente é como um grão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Uma semente de ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Tem que morrer pra germinar, plantar nalgum lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Ressuscitar no chão nossa semeadura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Nossa caminhadura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Dura caminhada pela noite escura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Deus sabe a minha confissão, não há o que perdoar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Por isso mesmo é que há de haver mais compaixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Quem poderá fazer aquele amor morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Se o amor é como um grão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;(trechos da música Drão de Gilberto Gil)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Música que inspira o meu momento e me deixa mais feliz! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-4434785654113216117?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/4434785654113216117/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=4434785654113216117' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/4434785654113216117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/4434785654113216117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-amor-da-gente.html' title='O amor da gente'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TO5-azIGb_I/AAAAAAAAA_g/iI7yBO0S2B0/s72-c/Dr%25C3%25A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-6017889208279686921</id><published>2010-11-23T21:26:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T21:27:52.017-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Para pensar - 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-weight: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Você pode enganar uma pessoa por muito tempo;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-weight: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;algumas por algum tempo;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-weight: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;mas não consegue enganar a todas por todo o tempo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;(Abraham Lincoln)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-6017889208279686921?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/6017889208279686921/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=6017889208279686921' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/6017889208279686921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/6017889208279686921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/11/para-pensar-13.html' title='Para pensar - 13'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-45987480219824354</id><published>2010-11-23T20:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T20:20:26.182-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra você guardei o amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=9a9ee28" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;Pra você guardei o amor&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca soube dar&lt;br /&gt;O amor que tive e vi sem me deixar&lt;br /&gt;Sentir sem conseguir provar&lt;br /&gt;Sem entregar&lt;br /&gt;E repartir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra você guardei o amor&lt;br /&gt;Que sempre quis mostrar&lt;br /&gt;O amor que vive em mim vem visitar&lt;br /&gt;Sorrir, vem colorir solar&lt;br /&gt;Vem esquentar&lt;br /&gt;E permitir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem acolher o que ele tem e traz&lt;br /&gt;Quem entender o que ele diz&lt;br /&gt;No giz do gesto o jeito pronto&lt;br /&gt;Do piscar dos cílios&lt;br /&gt;Que o convite do silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Exibe em cada olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guardei&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter porque&lt;br /&gt;Nem por razão&lt;br /&gt;Ou coisa outra qualquer&lt;br /&gt;Além de não saber como fazer&lt;br /&gt;Pra ter um jeito meu de me mostrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achei&lt;br /&gt;Vendo em você&lt;br /&gt;E explicação&lt;br /&gt;Nenhuma isso requer&lt;br /&gt;Se o coração bater forte e arder&lt;br /&gt;No fogo o gelo vai queimar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra você guardei o amor&lt;br /&gt;Que aprendi vem dos meus pais&lt;br /&gt;O amor que tive e recebi&lt;br /&gt;E hoje posso dar livre e feliz&lt;br /&gt;Céu cheiro e ar na cor que arco-íris&lt;br /&gt;Risca ao levitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou nascer de novo&lt;br /&gt;Lápis, edifício, tevere, ponte&lt;br /&gt;Desenhar no seu quadril&lt;br /&gt;Meus lábios beijam signos feito sinos&lt;br /&gt;Trilho a infância, terço o berço&lt;br /&gt;Do seu lar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Pra você guardei o meu amor - Letra: Nando Reis - Cantando: Nando Reis e Ana Canãs) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/1862901229867083111-45987480219824354?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/45987480219824354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=45987480219824354' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/45987480219824354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/45987480219824354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/11/pra-voce-guardei-o-amor.html' title='Pra você guardei o amor'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-4922095290749610910</id><published>2010-11-05T21:57:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T21:57:59.495-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Assim é a vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TNSZxCwLpWI/AAAAAAAAA_M/Hx3syZ8mgMs/s1600/semeadura.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TNSZxCwLpWI/AAAAAAAAA_M/Hx3syZ8mgMs/s200/semeadura.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A semeadura é livre. A colheita é obrigatória!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sempre...&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/1862901229867083111-4922095290749610910?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/4922095290749610910/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=4922095290749610910' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/4922095290749610910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/4922095290749610910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/11/assim-e-vida.html' title='Assim é a vida...'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TNSZxCwLpWI/AAAAAAAAA_M/Hx3syZ8mgMs/s72-c/semeadura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-881153378378969131</id><published>2010-11-05T14:23:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T15:21:39.393-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditação de Ação de Graças pela Crise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TNQvdamRCII/AAAAAAAAA_I/ZWAVzGXj_cw/s1600/Crise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TNQvdamRCII/AAAAAAAAA_I/ZWAVzGXj_cw/s200/Crise.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Bendita Crise:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Que sacudiu minha vida e que está reciclando tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Que veio tirar minha ilusão de permanência, que vai trazer evolução&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Que vai fazer o mundo se&amp;nbsp;reestruturar, que traz a transformação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Que vai me ensinar o que é verdadeiramente importante, que é um desafio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Que vai me revelar a minha sabedoria, que dissolve meus apegos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Que vai&amp;nbsp;ampliar&amp;nbsp;minha visão, que me faz humilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Que vai abrir meu coração, que me traz a confiança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Que vai me mostrar outras oportunidades, que me faz dar mais&amp;nbsp;importância à vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Que me tirou do marasmo, que leva a um novo paradigma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Que está me mostrando a luz, que me fez voltar a ter fé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Que traz de volta a aventura de viver, que é o ponto de mutação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Que me traz de volta o amor pela humanidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Mirna Grzich)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-881153378378969131?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/881153378378969131/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=881153378378969131' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/881153378378969131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/881153378378969131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/11/meditacao-de-acao-de-gracas-pela-crise.html' title='Meditação de Ação de Graças pela Crise'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TNQvdamRCII/AAAAAAAAA_I/ZWAVzGXj_cw/s72-c/Crise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-3720468259556603837</id><published>2010-10-20T18:05:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T18:07:50.102-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pais de hoje educam os filhos para o trabalho mas não para o amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TL9LbLsro_I/AAAAAAAAA-0/3NlYwsFAt7g/s1600/ist2_1073398-freedom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="126" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TL9LbLsro_I/AAAAAAAAA-0/3NlYwsFAt7g/s200/ist2_1073398-freedom.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eles fazem tudo o que podem para mostrar aos jovens o quanto é importante desenvolver uma carreira, mas se esquecem de ensinar-lhes como lidar com os relacionamentos afetivos. O resultado é a formação de adultos bem-sucedidos profissionalmente e incompetentes no âmbito amoroso, pessoas que sofrem solitárias ou fazem sofrer quem com elas se relaciona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Uma amiga queixou-se que o filho rejeita o vínculo afetivo duradouro. Aos 32 anos, acha que o amor é hipocrisia. Lembrei-me, então, de como ela e o ex-marido sempre proporcionaram a esse rapaz conforto e luxo, conseguidos graças à dedicação de ambos ao trabalho. Depois de separados, persistiram na missão de servir de exemplo ao filho, mostrando orgulho pela carreira construída e pelos ganhos financeiros. Essas lembranças me levaram a refletir sobre a mensagens hoje transmitidas aos jovens sobre carreiras e relações afetivas. Que diferença!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pais como minha amiga e o ex-marido educam os filhos para admirar e valorizar a carreira. mas quase não vejo pais que os eduquem de modo a ver a relação amorosa como um patrimônio que deva ser cuidado para que dele tenham orgulho no fim da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Noto pais sacrificando para dar aos filhos exemplo de profissionalismo. Mas não vejo casais cultivando uma relação gostosa e consistente que sirva de exemplo para os filhos. Conheço pais que não medem esforços para que os filhos aprendam a comunicar-se em outros idiomas. Nunca encontrei pais que procurassem incentivar seus rebentos a comunicar-se sem mentiras e manipulações. Ouço pais e mães citando gurus corporativos para incultar nos filhos a atitude de vestir a camisa da empresa. Mas não conheci pais e mães que se esforçassem para ensinar-lhes a serem cônjuges fiéis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Existe muita dedicação na aquisição de competências profissionais e pouca na de competências para a vida amorosa. As pessoas acreditam que nascem sabendo como se relacionar afetivamente. Mas cresce o número de relações sem harmonia e dignidade, de pessoas incompetentes afetivamente, que geram sofrimento em quem se envolve com elas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Respeito e compromisso aparecem no discurso da maioria, mas não nas atitudes. Cansei de ouvir relatos de rapazes que conhecem moças na balada e as levam para casa, para uma noite de prazer. De madrugada, elas vão embora - e eles voltam a dormir, despreocupadamente, a despeito dos perigos da cidade. Não há sensibilidade e respeito da parte deles, e elas não se fazem respeitar nesta questão. Ligar no dia seguinte para agradecer pelos momentos passados juntos, então, nem pensar! São descartáveis uns para os outros. Compromisso é um conceito que parece referir-se a casamento apenas e não ao cuidado que devemos ter com alguém com quem estivemos envolvidos, ainda que por pouco tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As moças dizem que os rapazes somem de repente. Não ligam, não atendem às chamadas, não dão notícias. Por e-mail a desculpa é sempre a mesma: &lt;i&gt;"Estou atolado de trabalho!" &lt;/i&gt;Descobre-se depois que saem com outras. Isso é falta de quê? Educação? Respeito? Caráter? Ora, se alguém some do trabalho sem dar motivo é demitido por justa causa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Não me entenda mal, leitor. Não coloco o trabalho em oposição à relação amorosa. Creio que ambos são imprescindíveis para o equilíbrio e a saúde mental. Creio também que é infeliz quem busca realizações em um ou outro apenas. Meu alerta é no sentido de conscientizar e sensibilizar. Se o cuidado na educação para as relações amorosas fosse igual ao que se dá à formação profissional não haveria tanta gente sozinha, infeliz ou vivendo relações insanas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.rosavello.com/"&gt;Rosa Avelo, psicoterapeuta&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-3720468259556603837?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/3720468259556603837/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=3720468259556603837' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/3720468259556603837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/3720468259556603837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/10/pais-de-hoje-educam-os-filhos-para-o.html' title='Pais de hoje educam os filhos para o trabalho mas não para o amor'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TL9LbLsro_I/AAAAAAAAA-0/3NlYwsFAt7g/s72-c/ist2_1073398-freedom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-6882796665859627064</id><published>2010-10-15T09:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T09:17:52.181-03:00</updated><title type='text'>8 anos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TLhGJO6a1dI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/oaoqv07V0GY/s1600/Gabriel.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TLhGJO6a1dI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/oaoqv07V0GY/s320/Gabriel.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Hoje o meu caçula faz 8 anos. Todo ano eu relembro o dia do nascimento: hora de internação, preparação, hora do parto, a emoção de ver o tão esperado menino nascendo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Que Deus o abençõe sempre orientado-o no melhor caminho a seguir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-6882796665859627064?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/6882796665859627064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=6882796665859627064' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/6882796665859627064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/6882796665859627064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/10/8-anos.html' title='8 anos'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TLhGJO6a1dI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/oaoqv07V0GY/s72-c/Gabriel.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-8493595771275851077</id><published>2010-10-14T23:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T09:12:50.785-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Comer, Rezar, Amar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Qual mulher já não fez as mesmas perguntas que Liz Gilbert? Quem não gostaria de fazer essas viagens e, principalmente, a viagem para dentro de si mesma?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;O filme é tão delicioso quanto o livro. A trilha sonora é uma delícia à parte.&lt;br /&gt;Vale a pena conferir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mjay5vgIwt4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mjay5vgIwt4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-8493595771275851077?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/8493595771275851077/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=8493595771275851077' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/8493595771275851077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/8493595771275851077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/10/comer-rezar-amar.html' title='Comer, Rezar, Amar'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-7284004511969759087</id><published>2010-10-05T22:47:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T23:02:04.668-03:00</updated><title type='text'>25 ações mínimas com efeitos que são o máximo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TKvSErAcsvI/AAAAAAAAA7c/wIx1ggTvyys/s1600/flor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TKvSErAcsvI/AAAAAAAAA7c/wIx1ggTvyys/s1600/flor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Plante uma flor&lt;/b&gt; - cuidar de uma plantinha que viu nascer encherá você de orgulho e satisfação, e a casa de beleza. Além disso, quem gosta de bichos e plantas sabe quanto eles alimentam nossa vitalidade e capacidade de sentir ternura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Acolha as críticas&lt;/b&gt; - isso não significa concordar nem se submeter à opinião alheia, mas abrir-se para escutar. O comentário de quem trabalha ou vive com você pode ajudá-la a se aprimorar. Antes de se irritar, pondere. Aproveite o que for útil e descarte o que não serve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Busque o lazer cult&lt;/b&gt; - no sábado ou domingo, tome café da manhã com calma e programe logo cedo algo delicioso: uma exposição, um cinema, um show... O lazer cultural diverte, instiga e alimenta a alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TKvSpSI8vvI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Yofm_0lrFcM/s1600/m%C3%BAsica.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TKvSpSI8vvI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Yofm_0lrFcM/s1600/m%C3%BAsica.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Seja DJ por um dia&lt;/b&gt; - selecione suas músicas preferidas e mais animadas, grave e escute toda vez que estiver perdendo o pique. Que sucesso! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Peça o que você quer&lt;/b&gt; - pedido, ordem e reclamação são coisas diferentes. Portanto, acerte o tom e seja obejetiva ao pedir algo. Se souber o que deseja - seja para solicitar a sobremesa no restaurante, seja na reunião com o chefe -, terá mais chance de ser ouvida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TKvTEh8SV8I/AAAAAAAAA7k/lcqiekyjzyo/s1600/brinde.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TKvTEh8SV8I/AAAAAAAAA7k/lcqiekyjzyo/s1600/brinde.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Celebre o que é bom&lt;/b&gt; - um dia agradável, um almoço com uma amiga querida, um elogio que você recebeu quando menos esperava...Porque brindar apenas os grandes momentos se a vida está cheia de pequenas alegrias para festejar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Coloque-se no lugar do outro&lt;/b&gt; - não há melhor receita do que essa para evitar confrontos. Antes de acusar, reclamar ou tomar uma decisão que envolva outra pessoa, considere o lado dela e tente compreender seus argumentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Devore uma macarronada&lt;/b&gt; - esqueça a dieta por um momento e escolha uma massa que você adora. Ah, que prazer! E jamais permita que algum homem imagine que você é uma mulher sem apetite. Comida e sexo tem alianças secretas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Quebre o ritmo&lt;/b&gt; - um cinema com as amigas ou um almoço com os filhos no meio da semana parece banal, mas um simples desvio da rota comum enriquece o cotidiano e alivia o stress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Seja fina&lt;/b&gt; - alguém foi grosseiro com você? Não revide na mesma moeda. Se fiseram uma pergunta agressiva ou uma acusação, responda ou esclareça a situação do modo mais educado e objetivo possível, restringindo-se aos fatos. Jamais entre no jogo da ironia ou das expressões ofensivas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TKvWMH56b2I/AAAAAAAAA70/98s_giwa6MM/s1600/descanso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TKvWMH56b2I/AAAAAAAAA70/98s_giwa6MM/s1600/descanso.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Tire um dia para você&lt;/b&gt; - seja um pouco egoísta e, de vez em quando, tire 24 horas para se cuidar e fazer apenas coisas de que você gosta. Permita-se!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12.Converse com os mais velhos&lt;/b&gt; - temos sempre o que aprender com os idosos da família ou da vizinhança. Eles trazem notícias de outro tempo e valores e nos ajudam a refletir sobre o prórpio envelhecimento. Abra-se para compartilhar histórias, emocionar-se ou rir com eles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. Tire miniférias &lt;/b&gt;- não acumule o cansaço. Aproveite folgas, feriados ou fins de semana para fugas estratégicas, de preferência para perto da natureza. Uma caminhada na praia ou um banho de cachoeira fazem milagres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TKvXTeWW5tI/AAAAAAAAA74/r4JE8vBo-Lw/s1600/amigos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TKvXTeWW5tI/AAAAAAAAA74/r4JE8vBo-Lw/s1600/amigos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. Faça novos amigos&lt;/b&gt; - conhecer pessoas diferentes é um jeito de rejuvenescer, renovar assuntos e conhecimentos. Só não se esqueça dos velhos companheiros. Aliás, junte as turmas: é diversão garantida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. Saboreie cada garfada&lt;/b&gt; - quando estiver à mesa, sinta o gosto da comida e desfrute da companhia dos colegas ou familiares. Deixe de lado os problemas e também o celular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. Concentre-se no presente&lt;/b&gt; - foque naquilo que está fazendo agora. Remoer o passado ou angustiar-se com o futuro não leva a nada, só vai atrapalhar as atividades do momento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TKvUatKQJwI/AAAAAAAAA7s/AkWLMSibfHI/s1600/abra%C3%A7o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TKvUatKQJwI/AAAAAAAAA7s/AkWLMSibfHI/s1600/abra%C3%A7o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. Aperte quem você gosta&lt;/b&gt; - esqueça os cumprimentos formais. Ao encontrar seus filhos, grandes amigos, amores da sua vida ou se despedir deles, dê um abraço. Forte mesmo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. Faça alguns mimos&lt;/b&gt; - viu o chocolate do seu marido na prateleira do mercado? Leve uma barra. Surpresinhas fora de hora aumentam a cumplicidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. Liberte-se das certezas&lt;/b&gt; - querer ter sempre razão vira um peso. De que adianta ser dona da verdade se você não se sente feliz e querida pelas pessoas? Liberte-se do desejo de mostrar que está certa e se tornará uma companhia adorável, além de mais tolerante com ideias diferentes das suas. As relaçções vão melhorar muito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TKvYjSRCUiI/AAAAAAAAA78/QvTFeQ9Klww/s1600/sapatos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TKvYjSRCUiI/AAAAAAAAA78/QvTFeQ9Klww/s1600/sapatos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. Tire seus sapatos&lt;/b&gt; - ande descalça pela casa e sinta o equilíbrio do corpo sobre o chão. Se tiver um jardim por perto, pise na grama. É o melhor jeito de alinhar a coluna e captar a energia vital da terra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;21. Ligue para seus amigos&lt;/b&gt; - em tempos de pressa, torpedo ou rede social, um telefonema pode salvar uma amizade. Seu interesse vai fazer o amigo se sentir especial. Quem não gosta de ser lembrado?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;22. Entre na bagunça&lt;/b&gt; - sente-se no chão com uma criança e brinque: use massinha, tintas...Se não tiver filho vale treinar com vizinhos, filhos das amigas...É um bálsamo contra qualquer rigidez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;23. Refine sua percepção&lt;/b&gt; - nossa cultura nos treinou para olhar. Muitas vezes deixamos o olfato, a audição, o tato e o paladar de lado. Para despertá-los, faça uma caminhada com intenção de escutar os barulhos e identificar os aromas. Aguçar os sentidos é bom para o sexo e a intuição.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;24. Diga obrigada&lt;/b&gt; - expresse sua gratidão quando alguém lhe der uma informação, um elogio, uma mãozinha, a vez no elevador...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TKvU6l-yrlI/AAAAAAAAA7w/NFQh5xHcqUk/s1600/pr%C3%ADncipe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TKvU6l-yrlI/AAAAAAAAA7w/NFQh5xHcqUk/s1600/pr%C3%ADncipe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;25. Veja nele um príncipe&lt;/b&gt; - experimente ohar para o seu amado com uma lente mais generosa, capaz de achar graça ou se enternecer com as manias e os defeitos dele. Pode ter certeza de que ele sucumbirá ao encanto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Déborah de Paula Souza e Isabella D'Ercole para a Revista Cláudia, outubro 2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-7284004511969759087?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/7284004511969759087/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=7284004511969759087' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/7284004511969759087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/7284004511969759087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/10/25-acoes-minimas-com-efeitos-que-sao-o.html' title='25 ações mínimas com efeitos que são o máximo'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TKvSErAcsvI/AAAAAAAAA7c/wIx1ggTvyys/s72-c/flor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-2571304221222114169</id><published>2010-09-30T22:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T22:45:34.469-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um doce olhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Filme do dia, vencedor do Urso de Ouro do Festival de Berlim - 2010:&lt;span class="txt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HPHlmt31dvg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HPHlmt31dvg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-2571304221222114169?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/2571304221222114169/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=2571304221222114169' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/2571304221222114169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/2571304221222114169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/09/um-doce-olhar.html' title='Um doce olhar'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-3456926954183208019</id><published>2010-09-30T13:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T13:28:49.051-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O paradoxo do nosso tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TKS6gsforrI/AAAAAAAAA7U/5bWf6JlrcTo/s1600/ist2_5066615-the-important-part.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TKS6gsforrI/AAAAAAAAA7U/5bWf6JlrcTo/s200/ist2_5066615-the-important-part.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nós comemos demais, bebemos demais, fumamos demais, gastamos sem critérios, dirigimos rápido demais, ficamos acordados até muito mais tarde, acordamos muito cansados, lemos muito pouco, assistimos TV demais e oramos raramente. Multiplicamos nossos bens, mas reduzimos nossos valores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós falamos demais, amamos raramente, odiamos frequentemente. Aprendemos a sobreviver, mas não a viver; adicionamos anos à nossa vida e não vida aos nossos anos. Fomos e voltamos à Lua, mas temos dificuldade em cruzar a rua e encontrar um novo vizinho. Conquistamos o espaço, mas não o nosso próprio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fizemos muitas coisas maiores, mas pouquíssimas melhores. Limpamos o ar, mas poluímos a alma; dominamos o átomo, mas não nosso preconceito; escrevemos mais, mas aprendemos menos; planejamos mais, mas realizamos menos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendemos a nos apressar e não, a esperar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Construímos mais computadores para armazenar mais informação, produzir mais cópias do que nunca, mas nos comunicamos menos. Estamos na era do 'fast-food' e da digestão lenta; do homem grande de caráter pequeno; lucros acentuados e relações vazias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa é a era de dois empregos, vários divórcios, casas chiques e lares despedaçados. Essa é a era das viagens rápidas, fraldas e moral descartáveis, das rapidinhas, dos cérebros ocos e das pílulas 'mágicas'. Um momento de muita coisa na vitrine e muito pouco na despensa. Uma era que leva essa carta a você, e uma era que te permite dividir essa reflexão ou simplesmente clicar 'delete'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se de passar tempo com as pessoas que ama, pois elas não estarão por aqui para sempre. Lembre-se dar um abraço carinhoso num amigo, pois não lhe custa um centavo sequer. Lembre-se de dizer 'eu te amo' à sua companheira (o) e às pessoas que ama, mas, em primeiro lugar, ame... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ame muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo e um abraço curam a dor, quando vêm de lá de dentro. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O segredo da vida não é ter tudo que você quer, mas AMAR tudo que você tem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, valorize o que você tem e as pessoas que estão ao seu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;George Carlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-3456926954183208019?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/3456926954183208019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=3456926954183208019' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/3456926954183208019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/3456926954183208019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-paradoxo-do-nosso-tempo.html' title='O paradoxo do nosso tempo'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TKS6gsforrI/AAAAAAAAA7U/5bWf6JlrcTo/s72-c/ist2_5066615-the-important-part.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-2865406903621642759</id><published>2010-09-28T20:26:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T20:27:56.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Caçador de Mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Nunca, em nenhum tempo, essa música fez tanto sentido para mim como agora. É exatamente assim que me sinto: caçando a mim mesma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=b87dd76" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Por tanto amor, por tanta emoção&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A vida me fez assim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doce ou atroz, manso ou feroz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu, caçador de mim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Preso a canções&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Entregue a paixões&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que nunca tiveram fim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vou me encontrar longe do meu lugar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu, caçador de mim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nada a temer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Senão o correr da luta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nada a fazer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Senão esquecer o medo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Abrir o peito à força&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Numa procura&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fugir às armadilhas da mata escura&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Longe se vai sonhando demais&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas onde se chega assim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vou descobrir o que me faz sentir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu, caçador de mim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(14 Bis, composição Luís Carlos Sá e Sérgio Magrão)&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/1862901229867083111-2865406903621642759?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/2865406903621642759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=2865406903621642759' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/2865406903621642759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/2865406903621642759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/09/cacador-de-mim.html' title='Caçador de Mim'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-6231951612944645032</id><published>2010-09-23T10:06:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T23:15:57.199-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Atire a primeira flor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TJtQ2RTPFCI/AAAAAAAAA7M/4FBd-6kG7qQ/s1600/Atire+a+flor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TJtQ2RTPFCI/AAAAAAAAA7M/4FBd-6kG7qQ/s320/Atire+a+flor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando tudo for pedra, atire a primeira flor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando tudo parecer caminhar errado, seja você a tentar o primeiro passo certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se tudo parecer escuro, se nada puder ser visto, acenda você a primeira luz;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;traga para a treva, você primeiro, a pequena lâmpada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando todos estiverem chorando, tente você o primeiro sorriso; talvez não na forma de lábios sorridentes, mas na de um coração que compreenda, de braços que confortem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se a vida inteira for um imenso não, parta você na busca do primeiro sim, ao qual tudo de positivo deverá seguir-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando ninguém souber coisa alguma e você souber um pouquinho, seja o primeiro&amp;nbsp; a ensinar, começando por aprender você mesmo, corrigindo-se a si mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando alguém estiver angustiado à procura, consulte bem o que se passa,&lt;br /&gt;talvez seja em busca de você mesmo que este seu irmão esteja. Daí, portanto, você deve ser o primeiro a aparecer, o primeiro a mostrar-se, primeiro que pode ser o único e, mais sério ainda, talvez o último.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando a terra estiver seca, que sua mão seja a primeira a regá-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando a flor se sufocar na urze e no espinho, que sua mão seja a primeira a separar o joio, a arrancar a praga, a afagar a pétala, a acariciar a flor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se a porta estiver fechada, de você venha a primeira chave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se o vento sopra frio, que o calor de sua lareira seja a primeira proteção e primeiro abrigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se o pão for apenas massa e não estiver cozido, seja você o primeiro forno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;para transformá-lo em alimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não atire a primeira pedra em quem erra. De acusadores o mundo está cheio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nem, por outro lado, aplauda o erro. Dentro em pouco, a ovação será ensurdecedora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;Ofereça sua mão primeiro para levantar quem caiu, sua atenção primeiro para aquele que foi&amp;nbsp; esquecido. Seja você o primeiro para aquele que não tem ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo for espinho, atire a primeira flor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja o primeiro a mostrar que há caminho de volta, compreendendo que o perdão regenera, que a compreensão edifica, que o auxílio possibilita, que o entendimento reconstrói.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atire você, quando tudo for pedra, a primeira e decisiva flor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(Glaucia Daibert) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-6231951612944645032?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/6231951612944645032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=6231951612944645032' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/6231951612944645032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/6231951612944645032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/09/atire-primeira-flor.html' title='Atire a primeira flor'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TJtQ2RTPFCI/AAAAAAAAA7M/4FBd-6kG7qQ/s72-c/Atire+a+flor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-3444946103479862440</id><published>2010-09-23T09:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T15:44:19.508-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu vejo flores em você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TJtNgCS11nI/AAAAAAAAA7E/SNIjFYO-NOA/s1600/Flores.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TJtNgCS11nI/AAAAAAAAA7E/SNIjFYO-NOA/s320/Flores.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Primavera, seja muito bem vinda!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"A primavera chegará, mesmo que ninguém mais saiba seu nome, nem acredite no calendário, nem possua jardim para recebê-la."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Cecília Meirelles)&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/1862901229867083111-3444946103479862440?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/3444946103479862440/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=3444946103479862440' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/3444946103479862440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/3444946103479862440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/09/eu-vejo-flores-em-voce.html' title='Eu vejo flores em você'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TJtNgCS11nI/AAAAAAAAA7E/SNIjFYO-NOA/s72-c/Flores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-8229280531591228014</id><published>2010-09-22T08:23:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T23:26:39.608-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nosso Lar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Lindo filme e, assim como o livro, nos tranforma. Mostra que para uma vida feliz e plena é necessário trabalharmos as nossas imperfeições, principalmente o orgulho e o egoísmo. E que é preciso amar e perdoar sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Para quem ainda não assistiu, fica a dica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3EcOGAxYPHo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3EcOGAxYPHo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-8229280531591228014?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/8229280531591228014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=8229280531591228014' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/8229280531591228014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/8229280531591228014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/09/nosso-lar.html' title='Nosso Lar'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-8382820161928367215</id><published>2010-09-14T23:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T23:50:34.624-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre a bondade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TJAzd1yOytI/AAAAAAAAA6o/0DpK1diWZtw/s1600/ist2_6806332-blue-sky-panorama.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TJAzd1yOytI/AAAAAAAAA6o/0DpK1diWZtw/s320/ist2_6806332-blue-sky-panorama.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Diz uma antiga fábula, que o vento e o Sol começaram a discutir sobre quem era o mais forte. O vento disse: "Vou provar que eu sou o mais forte. Vê aquele velhinho de casaco lá embaixo? Aposto como consigo tirar o casaco dele mais depressa que você." Assim, o Sol se escondeu detrás de uma nuvem e deixou o vento soprar até quase se transformar num furacão. Porém, quanto mais forte soprava, tanto mais o velhinho se embrulhava no casaco. Finalmente, o vento se acalmou e desistiu. Quando o Sol ressurgiu, apenas sorriu docemente para o velhinho, e este, secando o suor da testa com a palma da mão, tirou o casaco. O astro-rei, disse então ao vento:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"A bondade e a amabilidade são sempre mais fortes que a fúria e a violência."&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/1862901229867083111-8382820161928367215?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/8382820161928367215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=8382820161928367215' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/8382820161928367215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/8382820161928367215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/09/sobre-bondade.html' title='Sobre a bondade'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TJAzd1yOytI/AAAAAAAAA6o/0DpK1diWZtw/s72-c/ist2_6806332-blue-sky-panorama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-1018684854895305267</id><published>2010-09-14T23:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T23:31:14.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para pensar - 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"O coração da mensagem cristã gira em torno da mudança do próprio eu, não em torno da nossa habilidade para mudar os outros. Jesus nos diz que devemos tirar a trave de nosso próprio olho, antes de nos concentrarmos no argueiro do olho de outra pessoa".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"A família é um sistema. Mudança em uma parte do sistema é sempre seguida por mudanças compensadoras nas outras partes".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;(Nancy Van Pelt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-1018684854895305267?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/1018684854895305267/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=1018684854895305267' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/1018684854895305267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/1018684854895305267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/09/para-pensar-12.html' title='Para pensar - 12'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-4753960882804365242</id><published>2010-09-09T23:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T23:42:54.280-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mantra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TIma3j2ooBI/AAAAAAAAA6A/_nRe6o0tCnA/s1600/amor+e+perd%C3%A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TIma3j2ooBI/AAAAAAAAA6A/_nRe6o0tCnA/s200/amor+e+perd%C3%A3o.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Amor e perdão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Amor e perdão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Amor e perdão.&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/1862901229867083111-4753960882804365242?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/4753960882804365242/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=4753960882804365242' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/4753960882804365242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/4753960882804365242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/09/mantra.html' title='Mantra'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TIma3j2ooBI/AAAAAAAAA6A/_nRe6o0tCnA/s72-c/amor+e+perd%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-680027508806736144</id><published>2010-08-26T14:25:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T14:47:53.786-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Como dizia o poeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Ando um tanto Vinícius de Moraes esses dias...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=483bc12" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;Quem já passou&lt;br /&gt;Por esta vida e não viveu&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser mais, mas sabe menos do que eu&lt;br /&gt;Porque a vida só se dá&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem se deu&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem amou, pra quem chorou&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem sofreu, ai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca curtiu uma paixão&lt;br /&gt;Nunca vai ter nada, não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há mal pior&lt;br /&gt;Do que a descrença&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo o amor que não compensa&lt;br /&gt;É melhor que a solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abre os teus braços, meu irmão, deixa cair&lt;br /&gt;Pra que somar se a gente pode dividir?&lt;br /&gt;Eu francamente já não quero nem saber&lt;br /&gt;De quem não vai porque tem medo de sofrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai de quem não rasga o coração&lt;br /&gt;Esse não vai ter perdão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Como dizia o poeta - Vinícius e Toquinho) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-680027508806736144?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/680027508806736144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=680027508806736144' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/680027508806736144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/680027508806736144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/08/como-dizia-o-poeta.html' title='Como dizia o poeta'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-4791542303675123196</id><published>2010-08-25T22:55:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T11:55:37.084-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para viver bem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/THXJniB-2iI/AAAAAAAAA5w/XAj5ThOEOAQ/s1600/equilibrio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/THXJniB-2iI/AAAAAAAAA5w/XAj5ThOEOAQ/s200/equilibrio.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Segue abaixo o que aprendi e pretendo ter como base para uma vida mais plena, feliz e equilibrada: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Indulgência&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, que é a tolerância, a compreensão para com os defeitos do próximo, sem humilhar ou constranger também aquele que está em posição inferior, pois qualquer que seja nosso grau de evolução, estamos sempre colocados entre um superior que nos guia e nos aperfeiçoa, e um inferior, perante o qual temos deveres a cumprir. Não cabe a ninguém atirar a primeira pedra, pois todos são devedores, todos tem defeitos a corrigir, tentações a vencer, hábitos a modificar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Benevolência&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; é a boa vontade em ajudar desinteressadamente os que precisam de ajuda, com verdadeiro afeto e respeito pelos seus problemas; é saber falar e ouvir, dando ânimo àquele que desfalece, ressaltando suas qualidades ao invés de apontar seus erros;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perdão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; no mais amplo sentido de esquecimento da falta recebida; perdoar cada ofensa quantas vezes se fizer necessário. Perdoar significa não somente esquecer o mal recebido, mas também não desejar nenhum mal a quem o pratica, inclusive aos "inimigos", dos quais não se deve guardar rancor ou desejo de vingança, mas procurar ajudar para que possam reparar os erros cometidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(do livro Curso Básico de Espiritismo, 2° ano - FEESP) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/1862901229867083111-4791542303675123196?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/4791542303675123196/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=4791542303675123196' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/4791542303675123196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/4791542303675123196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/08/base-para-se-viver-bem.html' title='Para viver bem'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/THXJniB-2iI/AAAAAAAAA5w/XAj5ThOEOAQ/s72-c/equilibrio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-1562809135472504519</id><published>2010-08-25T09:54:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T10:16:27.488-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Viver cada segundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/THUSYsKZgYI/AAAAAAAAA5o/rpgFgXro33Y/s1600/casal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/THUSYsKZgYI/AAAAAAAAA5o/rpgFgXro33Y/s200/casal.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;"É melhor se sofrer junto&lt;br /&gt;Que viver feliz sozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;E a coisa mais divina&lt;br /&gt;Que há no mundo&lt;br /&gt;É viver cada segundo&lt;br /&gt;Como nunca mais".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Tomara- Vinícius de Moraes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/1862901229867083111-1562809135472504519?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/1562809135472504519/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=1562809135472504519' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/1562809135472504519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/1562809135472504519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/08/viver-cada-segundo.html' title='Viver cada segundo'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/THUSYsKZgYI/AAAAAAAAA5o/rpgFgXro33Y/s72-c/casal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-1005281527118729036</id><published>2010-08-18T18:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T18:14:49.275-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Regar todo dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TGxM46Q7-tI/AAAAAAAAA5c/0IbKu0mdi0Y/s1600/regar+todo+dia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TGxM46Q7-tI/AAAAAAAAA5c/0IbKu0mdi0Y/s200/regar+todo+dia.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sim, é como a flor&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;De água e ar, luz e calor&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;  O amor precisa para viver&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;De emoção e de alegria&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;  E tem que regar todo dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(A Cor do Som - Semente de Amor) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-1005281527118729036?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/1005281527118729036/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=1005281527118729036' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/1005281527118729036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/1005281527118729036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/08/regar-todo-dia.html' title='Regar todo dia'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TGxM46Q7-tI/AAAAAAAAA5c/0IbKu0mdi0Y/s72-c/regar+todo+dia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-1905105659843816989</id><published>2010-08-18T08:18:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T08:20:31.004-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Entrega</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TGvBcRae0WI/AAAAAAAAA5M/HjlCUHKIVPM/s1600/m%C3%A3os.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TGvBcRae0WI/AAAAAAAAA5M/HjlCUHKIVPM/s200/m%C3%A3os.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Entrego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Confio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aceito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Agradeço".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;(Hermógenes, professor de Yôga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-1905105659843816989?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/1905105659843816989/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=1905105659843816989' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/1905105659843816989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/1905105659843816989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/08/entrega.html' title='Entrega'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TGvBcRae0WI/AAAAAAAAA5M/HjlCUHKIVPM/s72-c/m%C3%A3os.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-5588023068242299439</id><published>2010-08-11T23:52:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T08:21:29.985-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Benção</title><content type='html'>&lt;dl&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TGNh0N2rlhI/AAAAAAAAA30/fcClX9e2vJU/s1600/ben%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="120" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TGNh0N2rlhI/AAAAAAAAA30/fcClX9e2vJU/s320/ben%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;dt style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Nasceste no lar que                       precisavas,&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Vestiste o corpo físico que merecias,&amp;nbsp;                                              &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Moras onde melhor Deus te proporcionou,&amp;nbsp; de acordo                       com teu adiantamento. Possuis os recursos financeiros                       coerentes com as tuas necessidades, nem mais, nem menos,                       mas o justo para as tuas&amp;nbsp; lutas terrenas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu ambiente de trabalho é o que elegeste espontaneamente                       para a tua realização. Teus parentes, amigos são as                       almas que atraístes,&amp;nbsp; com tua própria afinidade.                       Portanto, teu destino está constantemente&amp;nbsp; sob teu                       controle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu escolhes, recolhes, eleges, atrais, buscas, expulsas,                       modificas tudo aquilo que te rodeia a existência. Teus                       pensamentos e vontades são a chave&amp;nbsp; de teus atos e                       atitudes... São as fontes de atração e repulsão na tua                       jornada vivência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não reclames nem te faças de vítima.&amp;nbsp; Antes de                       tudo, analisa e observa.&amp;nbsp; A mudança está em tuas mãos.                       Reprograme tua meta, busque o bem e viverás melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Embora ninguém possa voltar atrás e&amp;nbsp; fazer                       um novo começo, qualquer um pode&amp;nbsp; começar agora e                       fazer um novo fim ".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Chico Xavier)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-5588023068242299439?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/5588023068242299439/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=5588023068242299439' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/5588023068242299439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/5588023068242299439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/08/bencao.html' title='Benção'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TGNh0N2rlhI/AAAAAAAAA30/fcClX9e2vJU/s72-c/ben%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-734625893429991780</id><published>2010-08-11T18:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T18:43:08.374-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TGMZXQmHvZI/AAAAAAAAA3s/_JoKpmPezSo/s1600/24+horas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TGMZXQmHvZI/AAAAAAAAA3s/_JoKpmPezSo/s200/24+horas.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que alguém pode aumentar o número de horas no dia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com 24 horas não é possível cumprir tudo o que preciso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-734625893429991780?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/734625893429991780/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=734625893429991780' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/734625893429991780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/734625893429991780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/08/help.html' title='Help!'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TGMZXQmHvZI/AAAAAAAAA3s/_JoKpmPezSo/s72-c/24+horas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-8593550378479988582</id><published>2010-08-06T22:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T22:38:28.734-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigo o meu coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TFy40U0_-qI/AAAAAAAAA3k/yNULR6INa4U/s1600/sigo+meu+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="130" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TFy40U0_-qI/AAAAAAAAA3k/yNULR6INa4U/s200/sigo+meu+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Algumas pessoas dizem que eu sou louca. Outras dizem que eu sou corajosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Eu apenas sigo o meu coração e acredito muito no que penso e faço.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;E o mais importante: tenho fé em Deus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-8593550378479988582?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/8593550378479988582/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=8593550378479988582' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/8593550378479988582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/8593550378479988582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/08/sigo-o-meu-coracao.html' title='Sigo o meu coração'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TFy40U0_-qI/AAAAAAAAA3k/yNULR6INa4U/s72-c/sigo+meu+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-6806686809706909361</id><published>2010-07-22T17:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T17:50:00.784-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu espero...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;...e espero, e espero...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=52fda11" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vai sim, vai ser sempre assim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A sua falta vai me incomodar,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;E quando eu não aguentar mais&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vou chorar baixinho, pra ninguém ouvir.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vai sim, vai ser sempre assim,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um pra cada lado, como você quis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;E eu vou me acostumar,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quem sabe até gostar de mim.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mesmo que eu tenha que mudar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Móveis e lembranças do lugar,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;O meu olhar ainda vê o seu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me devorando bem devagar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vem, que eu ainda quero, vem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando menos espero a saudade vem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;E me dá essa vontade, vem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que eu ainda sinto o frio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sem você é tudo tão vazio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;E me dá essa vontade, vem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que esse amor ainda é meu.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Troco todos os meus planos por um beijo seu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que essa noite pode terminar bem.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Eu espero - Luiza Possi)&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/1862901229867083111-6806686809706909361?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/6806686809706909361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=6806686809706909361' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/6806686809706909361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/6806686809706909361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/07/eu-espero.html' title='Eu espero...'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-1563410241993209613</id><published>2010-07-16T22:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T15:31:14.112-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ame mais!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TEENcH4CetI/AAAAAAAAA3c/mubQdQ-N-eU/s1600/Ame+Mais.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TEENcH4CetI/AAAAAAAAA3c/mubQdQ-N-eU/s400/Ame+Mais.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-1563410241993209613?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/1563410241993209613/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=1563410241993209613' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/1563410241993209613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/1563410241993209613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/07/ame-mais.html' title='Ame mais!!!'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TEENcH4CetI/AAAAAAAAA3c/mubQdQ-N-eU/s72-c/Ame+Mais.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-7677413604285379678</id><published>2010-07-04T22:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T22:11:24.018-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Inveja</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TDEvtVdO-aI/AAAAAAAAA2E/D_N0ruqZh3Q/s1600/Inveja.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TDEvtVdO-aI/AAAAAAAAA2E/D_N0ruqZh3Q/s200/Inveja.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Segundo o dicionário Michaelis:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="palavraComPontos"&gt;in.ve.ja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="descricao"&gt;&lt;i&gt; sf&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;i&gt;lat invidia&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;b&gt; 1&lt;/b&gt; Desgosto,  ódio ou pesar por prosperidade ou alegria de outrem.&lt;b&gt; 2&lt;/b&gt; Desejo de  possuir ou gozar algum bem que outrem possui ou desfruta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="descricao"&gt;Todos nós temos a mesma capacidade de conseguir coisas, estudar, nos esforçar para sermos melhores, amar e ser feliz certo? Bom, pelo menos eu acredito nisso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="descricao"&gt;Então, alguém pode me explicar, o que faz uma pessoa perder tempo invejando outra e não trabalhar em causa própria? &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/1862901229867083111-7677413604285379678?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/7677413604285379678/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=7677413604285379678' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/7677413604285379678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/7677413604285379678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/07/inveja.html' title='Inveja'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TDEvtVdO-aI/AAAAAAAAA2E/D_N0ruqZh3Q/s72-c/Inveja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-7648587179740948557</id><published>2010-07-04T21:40:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T22:11:59.776-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sei lá...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TDEp3lk0_0I/AAAAAAAAA18/Rg05bXWFQoM/s1600/Sei+l%C3%A1....jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TDEp3lk0_0I/AAAAAAAAA18/Rg05bXWFQoM/s200/Sei+l%C3%A1....jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;...hoje estou meio Jorge Vercillo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"É incrível,&lt;br /&gt;Nada desvia o destino&lt;br /&gt;Hoje tudo faz sentido,&lt;br /&gt;E ainda há tanto a aprender."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(trechos de Monalisa, Jorge Vercillo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-7648587179740948557?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/7648587179740948557/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=7648587179740948557' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/7648587179740948557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/7648587179740948557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/07/sei-la.html' title='Sei lá...'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TDEp3lk0_0I/AAAAAAAAA18/Rg05bXWFQoM/s72-c/Sei+l%C3%A1....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-764928195132938009</id><published>2010-06-19T20:03:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T23:11:39.978-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Força na Peruca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TB1LjEQzHKI/AAAAAAAAA10/89F7nU1rZkU/s1600/imagem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TB1LjEQzHKI/AAAAAAAAA10/89F7nU1rZkU/s320/imagem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Com esse título, &lt;a href="http://mirelafenix.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mirela Janotti&lt;/a&gt; escreve um livro bem humorado sobre uma doença que alguns evitam até falar o nome: o câncer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Por acaso, enquanto esperava uma amiga num salão, peguei esse livro e comecei a ler e como é curtinho quase li inteiro!! Talvez não tão por acaso, na verdade. Tive um dia anterior à leitura do livro péssimo e só não me afundo por causa das minhas bases que tento fortalecer. E como é fácil desanimar e querer desistir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Aí, dou de cara com o livro e me surpreendo em como a autora que, depois de se separar, perder o emprego e descobrir que está com câncer, consegue até arrumar um namorado durante todo o processo de tratamento. Ela deve ter passado por péssimos períodos mas no livro descreve com muito bom humor a sua trajetória. Eu, pelo menos, ri muito! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Fiquei pensando: "ela não desistiu, ficou mais forte, amou mais a vida a partir daí." Eu, com toda a minha perfeição de saúde, penso em jogar a toalha às vezes. Que saco!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Enfim, foi bom para mim e vale para quem está ou não passando pelo processo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Ela escreve um texto que já li em outro lugar mas não conheço a autoria e ela também não:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ATITUDE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uma mulher acordou uma manhã,  olhou no espelho e percebeu que tinha somente três fios de cabelo na  cabeça.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Bom, ela disse, acho que vou trançar meus cabelos hoje.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Assim ela  fez e teve um dia maravilhoso.No dia seguinte, ela acordou, olhou no  espelho e viu que tinha sómente dois fios de cabelo na cabeça.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Humm, ela  disse, acho que vou partir meu cabelo no meio hoje.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Assim ela fez e teve  um dia magnífico. No dia seguinte, ela acordou, olhou no espelho e  percebeu que tinha apenas um fio de cabelo na cabeça.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Bem, ela disse,  hoje vou amarrar meu cabelo como um rabo de cavalo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Assim ela fez e teve  um dia divertido. No dia seguinte, ela acordou, olhou no espelho e  percebeu que não havia um único fio de cabelo na cabeça.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Yeaa! ela  exclamou, não tenho que pentear meu cabelo hoje!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ATITUDE É TUDO. Seja mais  humano e agradável com as pessoas. Cada uma das  pessoas com quem você convive está travando algum tipo de batalha. Viva  com simplicidade. Ame generosamente. Cuide -se intensamente. Fale com  gentileza. E, principalmente, não reclame! Se preocupe em agradecer pelo que você é e por tudo o que tem. E deixe o restante com Deus.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Leiam um trecho do livro &lt;a href="http://revistamarieclaire.globo.com/Marieclaire/0,6993,EML1675399-1731,00.html"&gt;Força na Peruca - Tragédias e Comédias de um Câncer.&lt;/a&gt; Vale a pena! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-764928195132938009?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/764928195132938009/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=764928195132938009' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/764928195132938009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/764928195132938009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/06/forca-na-peruca.html' title='Força na Peruca'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/TB1LjEQzHKI/AAAAAAAAA10/89F7nU1rZkU/s72-c/imagem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-4443682500206829468</id><published>2010-05-24T14:52:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T09:59:58.089-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorte e Azar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S_q8XM9HhaI/AAAAAAAAA1s/XFG36hpe-QM/s1600/sorte+ou+azar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S_q8XM9HhaI/AAAAAAAAA1s/XFG36hpe-QM/s200/sorte+ou+azar.jpg" width="172" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Semana passada um ex-namorado e hoje amigo me disse que teve sorte e azar em me conhecer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;- Sorte porque me conheceu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;- Azar porque, na época, ele era jovem e imaturo demais. E que eu me transformei numa mulher e tanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, nossas vidas tomaram outro rumo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Um outro amigo e não ex-namorado me disse que uma mulher como eu sozinha é como uma nota de R$ 100,0 na Rua 13 de Maio (movimentada rua no centrão de Campinas).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Queridos: meu ego agradece...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-4443682500206829468?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/4443682500206829468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=4443682500206829468' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/4443682500206829468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/4443682500206829468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/05/sorte-e-azar.html' title='Sorte e Azar'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S_q8XM9HhaI/AAAAAAAAA1s/XFG36hpe-QM/s72-c/sorte+ou+azar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-7514035884655149536</id><published>2010-04-29T00:09:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T22:50:14.514-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Signo de Peixes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Muito interessante o blog &lt;a href="http://panoramaastrologico.blogspot.com/" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Panorama Astrológico&lt;/a&gt;. Postagem &lt;a href="http://panoramaastrologico.blogspot.com/search/label/Os%20Doze%20Trabalhos"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Os Doze Trabalhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, de onde tirei a publicação abaixo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S9j3J32VdlI/AAAAAAAAA00/VZytPTI7HMg/s1600/Peixes1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S9j3J32VdlI/AAAAAAAAA00/VZytPTI7HMg/s320/Peixes1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S9j5xO-6LiI/AAAAAAAAA1c/yDiN34yrqkE/s1600/Peixes2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S9j5xO-6LiI/AAAAAAAAA1c/yDiN34yrqkE/s320/Peixes2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S9j3aIwXhwI/AAAAAAAAA1E/JjLyXORT_V4/s1600/Peixes3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S9j3aIwXhwI/AAAAAAAAA1E/JjLyXORT_V4/s320/Peixes3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://panoramaastrologico.blogspot.com/search/label/caracter%C3%ADsticas%20dos%20signos"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Características dos Signos&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S9j4ESMUF5I/AAAAAAAAA1U/ZitaDVRXCQ8/s1600/Peixes4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S9j4ESMUF5I/AAAAAAAAA1U/ZitaDVRXCQ8/s400/Peixes4.JPG" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-7514035884655149536?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/7514035884655149536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=7514035884655149536' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/7514035884655149536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/7514035884655149536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/04/sobre-peixes.html' title='Signo de Peixes'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S9j3J32VdlI/AAAAAAAAA00/VZytPTI7HMg/s72-c/Peixes1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-7864256387026590092</id><published>2010-04-25T14:56:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T22:09:53.151-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre a Maturidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S9SCIoyHV5I/AAAAAAAAA0s/uzlnVRWTmUo/s1600/Maturidade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S9SCIoyHV5I/AAAAAAAAA0s/uzlnVRWTmUo/s320/Maturidade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; make it grow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Na semana que passou duas amigas, durante nossas conversas, me falaram que eu sou uma mulher madura. Será? Fico imaginando o porquê dessa opinião sobre mim. E isso me faz refletir sobre várias coisas da minha vida, vida essa nem sempre fácil. E chego a conclusão de que a evolução e entendimento do mundo me faz crescer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Nem sempre foi assim, claro. Principalmente porque eu deixava sempre para os outros o ônus do que estava errado em minha vida. Ledo engano...E a vida me mostrou e mostra que somente eu posso responder por minhas alegria e infelicidades. Eu é que tenho que pegar a minha vida nas mãos e dar rumo à ela. De preferência, um bom rumo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Não sei se o fato de eu estudar a Doutrina Espírita está me fazendo melhor. Sim, porque muito mais que estudar eu preciso colocar em prática tudo o que aprendo. Fácil? Às vezes sim, outras nem tanto mas nunca desistindo. Ou talvez seja por conta da idade e o amadurecimento natural que deve ocorrer. Ou ainda por conta da terapia que me faz respeitar a mim mesma. Na verdade, não importa. O que importa é que eu me sinto diferente de tempos atrás. E isso tem me feito muito bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Alguns exercícios super importantes já estão em prática, como já postado &lt;a href="http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/01/sobre-o-amor-e-o-perdao.html" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;: Amor e Perdão. Outros ainda estão sendo trabalhados como a falta de fé em algumas situações ou um querer imediatista de que as coisas se resolvam naquela hora. Aí me lembro que as coisas acontecem na hora certa, no lugar certo, com as pessoas certas, portanto não adianta sofrer por antecipação. E a calma e o respeito pelo ciclo natural da vida me trazem alívio e Paz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;O fato de eu estar dando o melhor de mim em toda e qualquer situação: no meu estudo, no meu trabalho, na minha família, no meu relacionamento com as pessoas; a aceitação dos fatos e das pessoas serem como são, cada um vivendo e agindo dentro de seu conhecimento, tem me feito crescer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Na real a matemática é simples: plantação + tempo de maturação = colheita. Eu recebo o que dou, tenho de volta o que ofereço. Pode não ser imediato mas a vida se encaminha de devolver o que por mim foi plantado em algum momento. E quanto mais coisas boas eu plantar mais coisas boas eu vou colher e viver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;E, por acreditar e praticar tudo o que está escrito acima, eu consigo ser mais serena, ter uma vida mais calma, sem rancor, raiva, inveja e insegurança. É só eu respirar um pouco e a tranquilidade vem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Será tudo isso a tal maturidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-7864256387026590092?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/7864256387026590092/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=7864256387026590092' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/7864256387026590092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/7864256387026590092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/04/sobre-maturidade.html' title='Sobre a Maturidade'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S9SCIoyHV5I/AAAAAAAAA0s/uzlnVRWTmUo/s72-c/Maturidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-7886146830480535485</id><published>2010-04-25T12:49:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T14:59:38.526-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sermão da Montanha - Versão Moderna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S9RkcL7rV7I/AAAAAAAAA0k/F8cBjxv5Esw/s1600/Serm%C3%A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="284" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S9RkcL7rV7I/AAAAAAAAA0k/F8cBjxv5Esw/s320/Serm%C3%A3o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bem-aventurados os pobres de ambições escuras:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;De sonhos vãos, de projetos vazios e de ilusões desvairadas, que vivem  construindo o bem com o pouco que possuem, ajudando em silêncio, sem a  mania de glorificação pessoal, atentos à vontade do Senhor e distraídos  das exigências da personalidade, porque viverão sem novos débitos, no  rumo do céu que lhes abrirá as portas de ouro, segundo os ditames  sublimes da evolução.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bem-aventurados os que sabem esperar e chorar:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Sem reclamação e sem gritaria, suportando a maledicência e o sarcasmo,  sem ódio, compreendendo nos adversários e nas circunstâncias que os  ferem, abençoados aguilhões do socorro divino, a impeli-los para diante,  na jornada redentora, porque realmente serão consolados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bem-aventurados os mansos, os delicados e os gentis:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sabem viver sem provocar antipatias e descontentamentos, mantendo os  pontos de vista que lhes são peculiares, conferindo, ao próximo, o  mesmo direito de pensar, opinar e experimentar de que se sentem  detentores, porque, respeitando cada pessoa e cada coisa em seu lugar,  tempo e condição, equilibram o corpo e a alma, no seio da harmonia,  herdando longa permanência e valiosas lições na Terra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bem-aventurados os que tem fome e sede de justiça:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Aguardando o pronunciamento do Senhor através dos acontecimentos  inelutáveis da vida, sem querelas nos tribunais e sem papelórios  perturbadores que somente aprofundam as chagas da aflição e aniquilam o  tempo, trabalhando e aprendendo sempre com os ensinamentos vivos do  mundo, porque, efetivamente, um dia serão fartos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bem-aventurados os misericordiosos:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Que se compadecem dos justos e dos injustos, dos ricos e dos pobres,  dos bons e dos maus, entendendo que não existem criaturas sem problemas,  sempre dispostos à obra de auxílio fraterno a todos, porque, no dia da  visitação da luta e da dificuldade, receberão o apoio e a colaboração de  que necessitem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bem-aventurados os limpos de coração:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Que projetam a claridade de seus intentos puros, sobre todas as  situações e sobre todas as coisas, porque encontrarão a "parte melhor"  da vida, em todos os lugares, conseguindo penetrar a grandeza dos  propósitos divinos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bem-aventurados os pacificadores:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Que toleram sem mágoa os pequenos sacrifícios de cada dia, em favor da  felicidade de todos, e que nunca atiçam o incêndio das discórdias com a  lenha da injúria ou da rebelião, porque serão considerados filhos  obedientes de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bem-aventurados os que sofrem a perseguição ou incompreensão:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Por amor à solidariedade, à ordem, ao progresso e à paz, reconhecendo  acima da epiderme sensível, os sagrados interesses da Humanidade,  servindo sem cessar ao engrandecimento do espírito comum, porque assim  se habituam à transferência justa para as atividades do Plano Superior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bem-aventurados todos os que forem dilacerados e contundidos pela  mentira e pela calúnia:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Por amor ao ministério santificante do Cristo, fustigados diariamente  pela reação das trevas, mas agindo valorosos, com paciência, firmeza e  bondade pela vitória do Senhor, porque se candidatam, desse modo, à  coroa triunfante dos profetas celestiais e do próprio Mestre que não  encontrou, entre os homens, senão a cruz pesada, antes da gloriosa  ressurreição.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Rejubilem-se, cada vez mais, quantos estiverem nessas condições, porque,  hoje e amanhã, são bem-aventurados na Terra e nos Céus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humberto  de Campos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;(tirado do &lt;a href="http://www.forumespirita.net/fe/" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Fórum Espírita&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-7886146830480535485?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/7886146830480535485/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=7886146830480535485' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/7886146830480535485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Salve São Jorge!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S9JQ1rd7g9I/AAAAAAAAA0c/ELIr5Joazws/s1600/s%C3%A3o+jorge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S9JQ1rd7g9I/AAAAAAAAA0c/ELIr5Joazws/s320/s%C3%A3o+jorge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Byzantine style fresco (1537), Humor Monastery Church (Bucovina, Romania)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=26b0b3c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jorge sentou praça na cavalaria&lt;br /&gt;E eu estou feliz porque eu também sou da sua companhia&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou vestido com as roupas e as armas de Jorge&lt;br /&gt;Para que meus inimigos tenham pés, não me alcancem&lt;br /&gt;Para que meus inimigos tenham mãos, não me peguem, não me toquem&lt;br /&gt;Para que meus inimigos tenham olhos, e não me vejam&lt;br /&gt;E nem mesmo um pensamento eles possam ter para me fazerem mal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armas de fogo, meu corpo não alcançará&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Facas, lanças se quebrem, sem o meu corpo tocar&lt;br /&gt;Cordas, correntes se arrebentem, sem o meu corpo amarrar&lt;br /&gt;Pois eu estou vestido com as roupas e as armas de Jorge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jorge é da Capadocia, viva Jorge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jorge é da Capadocia, salve Jorge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perseverança, ganhou do sórdido fingimento&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E disso tudo nasceu o amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogam toca pra Ogum&lt;br /&gt;Ogam, Ogam toca pra Ogum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jorge é da Capadocia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Jorge da Capadócia - Jorge Ben Jor)&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/1862901229867083111-5691752059238748?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/5691752059238748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Consulte e contrate nossos serviços!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-8936285177516570011?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/8936285177516570011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=8936285177516570011' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/8936285177516570011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/8936285177516570011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/04/doce-lar.html' title='Doce Lar'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-3870243761522620098</id><published>2010-03-28T18:48:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T08:25:40.023-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerejeiras em Flor</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="295" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KmdDkE8RGm8&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KmdDkE8RGm8&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Belíssimo filme! A história e a fotografia são lindas!! Fala sobre como a morte surpreende aqueles que percebem tarde demais como a vida deve ser vivida. Eu tenho uma opinião formada e acredito apenas na morte física, sendo nosso espírito imortal. E enquanto eu assistia me lembrei por diversas vezes de um livro que li no ano passado e que já citei &lt;a href="http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/01/estamos-todos-juntos.html" style="color: red;"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; antes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Há uma tribo indígena americana que acredita que a morte nos segue onde quer que estejamos. Supostamente, ela fica na direção do nosso ombro esquerdo e, se você olhar rapidamente para trás, conseguirá vê-la de relance. Nossa morte nos segue, esperando pelo momento certo. De vez em quando, se ela notar um espaço, bate em nosso ombro para que nos lembremos da presença dela".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"No ocidente, gostamos de pensar que somos imortais; vivemos como se tivéssemos muito tempo para fazer tudo o que queremos. De repente, estamos velhos e próximos da morte e ficamos pensando em como teria sido, sobre como as coias poderiam ter sido diferentes. Mas aí já é tarde demais...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O que fazer então? Bem a morte nos segue por um motivo: ela é nossa melhor conselheira. Não há nada mais poderoso do que uma pessoa que está preparada para viver agora, neste instante, tendo em mente que pode ser o último momento de sua vida".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Se você está perdido e procurando um objetivo, a morte pode ajudar. Parece estranho, não é? Acompanhe meu raciocínio: muitos de nós vivemos de trás para a frente. Olhamos para a frente, sempre pensando que há muito tempo para fazermos tudo o que queremos; então, de repente, como o dia marcado para a entrega de um trabalho escolar, a morte está bem ali à sua frente, e você precisa apressar tudo".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Enfim, voltando à morte. Siga-a, ela é sua amiga e vai ajudá-lo a saber o que fazer com todas as coisas pelas as quais é apaixonado".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Portanto, não espere morrer para começar a viver. Siga a morte e, conscientemente, escolha a vida".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(trechos do livro Não viva pela  metade - Siga os desejos do seu coração, de A.C.Ping)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;A morte nos ensina a viver. Então, VIVA!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Viver amanhã é muito tarde. Viva hoje!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&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/1862901229867083111-3870243761522620098?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/3870243761522620098/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=3870243761522620098' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/3870243761522620098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/3870243761522620098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/03/cerejeiras-em-flor.html' title='Cerejeiras em Flor'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-2392182484707201934</id><published>2010-03-27T20:29:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T23:06:25.699-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Filosofia de Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Não preciso escrever nada...a letra e a melodia da música dizem tudo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lf2vnZ0Ti3c&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lf2vnZ0Ti3c&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quem por medo do amor que morre&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Na hora que o amor percorre&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Recua, se afasta e corre&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ouça o conselho que eu lhe dou&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;É só você morrer de amor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que a chama do amor não morre&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quem por mágoa de amor se abate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Por medo que o amor maltrate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ao invés de se dar combate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ouça o conselho que eu lhe dou&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;É muito mais cruel a dor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Na casa que o amor não bate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Filosofia de amor não é rei nem doutor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quem aprende&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Só vai sair vencedor de um combate de amor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quem se rende&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Filosofia de amor só não é sabedor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quem renega&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Só vai prender seu amor e virar seu senhor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aquele que se entrega&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;E o poeta é o professor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que ensina todo dia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Filosofia de amor!...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Jota Maranhão) &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/1862901229867083111-2392182484707201934?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/2392182484707201934/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=2392182484707201934' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/2392182484707201934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/2392182484707201934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/03/filosofia-de-amor.html' title='Filosofia de Amor'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-5094440826032034774</id><published>2010-03-26T23:31:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T23:53:01.689-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Carroça</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S61tZNzmAsI/AAAAAAAAAx0/hDkShlsHXW8/s1600/A+carro%C3%A7a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S61tZNzmAsI/AAAAAAAAAx0/hDkShlsHXW8/s320/A+carro%C3%A7a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Certa manhã, meu pai, muito sábio, convidou-me a dar um passeio  no bosque e eu aceitei com prazer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ele se deteve numa clareira e, depois de um pequeno silêncio, me  perguntou:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Além do cantar dos pássaros, você está ouvindo mais alguma  coisa ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Apurei os ouvidos alguns  segundos e respondi:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Estou ouvindo um barulho  de carroça.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Isso mesmo, e de uma  carroça vazia. . .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Perguntei-lhe então:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Como o senhor sabe que a  carroça estava vazia, se ainda não a vimos?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Ora, respondeu ele, é  muito fácil saber se uma carroça está vazia por causa do barulho. Quanto  mais vazia a carroça, maior é o barulho que ela faz.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tornei-me adulto, e até  hoje, quando vejo uma pessoa falando demais, tratando o próximo com  grossura, prepotente, interrompendo a conversa dos outros ou querendo  demonstrar que é dona da verdade, tenho a impressão de ouvir a voz do  meu pai, dizendo: &lt;b&gt;“Quanto mais vazia a carroça, maior é o  barulho que ela faz…”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="autor"&gt;(do livro E, para o resto da vida..., de Wallace Leal V. Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-5094440826032034774?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/5094440826032034774/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=5094440826032034774' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/5094440826032034774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/5094440826032034774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/03/carroca.html' title='A Carroça'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S61tZNzmAsI/AAAAAAAAAx0/hDkShlsHXW8/s72-c/A+carro%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-1095897406489927571</id><published>2010-03-22T22:37:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T23:01:35.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia Mundial da Água</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S6gbRXylHKI/AAAAAAAAAxk/MWj-xo-G6As/s1600-h/%C3%81gua.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S6gbRXylHKI/AAAAAAAAAxk/MWj-xo-G6As/s320/%C3%81gua.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unwater.org/worldwaterday/flashindex.html"&gt;Sobre o Dia Mundial da Água&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Hoje, na hora do banho, meu filho Gabriel de 7 anos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;- Mãe, hoje eu vou mostrar como se deve tomar banho. Você e a Mamá* também tem que fazer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;- ?&amp;nbsp; (minha cara de interrogação)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;- É assim: você abre a torneira e se molha. Daí fecha. Tá vendo mãe? E se lava inteiro. Agora é hora de abrir a torneira de novo e tirar o sabão. E fecha rapidinho. Hoje é o Dia Mundial da Água e ela não pode acabar!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;- Ahhh... (minha cara de mãe babona)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;AMO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Maria Eugênia, irmã mais velha. &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/1862901229867083111-1095897406489927571?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/1095897406489927571/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=1095897406489927571' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/1095897406489927571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/1095897406489927571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/03/dia-mundial-da-agua.html' title='Dia Mundial da Água'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S6gbRXylHKI/AAAAAAAAAxk/MWj-xo-G6As/s72-c/%C3%81gua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-7023722736323906930</id><published>2010-03-17T15:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T15:48:06.317-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S6EjxJvnhLI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Z-xX_TIIhdI/s1600-h/Amor2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S6EjxJvnhLI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Z-xX_TIIhdI/s200/Amor2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Vida...É o amor existencial.&lt;br /&gt;Razão...É o amor que pondera.&lt;br /&gt;Estudo...É o amor que analisa.&lt;br /&gt;Ciência...É o amor que investiga.&lt;br /&gt;Filosofia...É o amor que pensa.&lt;br /&gt;Religião...É o amor que busca a Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Verdade...É o amor que eterniza.&lt;br /&gt;Ideal...É o amor que se eleva.&lt;br /&gt;Fé...É o amor que transcende.&lt;br /&gt;Esperança...É o amor que sonha.&lt;br /&gt;Caridade...É o amor que auxilia.&lt;br /&gt;Fraternidade...É o amor que se expande.&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifício...É o amor que se esforça.&lt;br /&gt;Renúncia...É o amor que depura.&lt;br /&gt;Simpatia...É o amor que sorri.&lt;br /&gt;Trabalho...É o amor que constrói.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Indiferença...É o amor que se esconde.&lt;br /&gt;Desespero...É o amor que se desgoverna.&lt;br /&gt;Paixão...É o amor que se desequilibra.&lt;br /&gt;Ciúme...É o amor que se desvaira.&lt;br /&gt;Orgulho...É o amor que enlouquece.&lt;br /&gt;Sensualismo...É o amor que se envenena.&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente, o ódio, que julgas ser a antítese do amor, não é senão o  próprio amor que adoeceu gravemente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;(Chico Xavier) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-7023722736323906930?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/7023722736323906930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=7023722736323906930' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/7023722736323906930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/7023722736323906930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/03/amor.html' title='Amor'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S6EjxJvnhLI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Z-xX_TIIhdI/s72-c/Amor2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-7386375280395070885</id><published>2010-03-17T10:14:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T10:37:24.083-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chico Xavier</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Embora ninguém possa voltar atrás e fazer um novo começo, qualquer um  pode começar agora e fazer um novo fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Chico Xavier&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S6DaHdkjBPI/AAAAAAAAAw8/9PawZNtgpT8/s1600-h/Chico+Xavier.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S6DaHdkjBPI/AAAAAAAAAw8/9PawZNtgpT8/s320/Chico+Xavier.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(clique na imagem para ampliar)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Em abril será lançado o filme sobre a vida de Chico Xavier.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Acesse o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chicoxavierofilme.com.br/site/" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;site oficial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; para mais informações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-7386375280395070885?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/7386375280395070885/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=7386375280395070885' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/7386375280395070885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/7386375280395070885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/03/chico-xavier.html' title='Chico Xavier'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S6DaHdkjBPI/AAAAAAAAAw8/9PawZNtgpT8/s72-c/Chico+Xavier.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-2711769986031568666</id><published>2010-03-16T13:38:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T13:44:50.721-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bom humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S5-zx7h5YEI/AAAAAAAAAws/j191qwP_RG4/s1600-h/Bom+humor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S5-zx7h5YEI/AAAAAAAAAws/j191qwP_RG4/s320/Bom+humor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O bom humor faz de tudo tolerável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Sim, é isso mesmo! Com bom humor atravessamos as adversidades, encaramos a vida de frente e nos abrimos para o que é verdadeiramente possível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Algumas situações e/ou pessoas podem tentar nos derrubar ou roubar a Paz. Mas se estivermos fortalecidos com bom humor, alegria e fé vamos rir diante de tudo e todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Portanto, SORRIA!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-2711769986031568666?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/2711769986031568666/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=2711769986031568666' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/2711769986031568666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/2711769986031568666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/03/bom-humor.html' title='Bom humor'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S5-zx7h5YEI/AAAAAAAAAws/j191qwP_RG4/s72-c/Bom+humor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-5065751546785902746</id><published>2010-03-15T23:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T20:32:24.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Se Beber,  Não Case</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cm7eAq1PaXE&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cm7eAq1PaXE&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quer rir? Então assista ao filme Se Beber, Nao Case. O filme é ótimo, muito engraçado. Bradley Cooper merece um comentário a parte: está lindo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-5065751546785902746?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/5065751546785902746/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=5065751546785902746' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/5065751546785902746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/5065751546785902746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/03/se-beber-nao-case.html' title='Se Beber,  Não Case'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-2631740259762875995</id><published>2010-03-15T23:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T23:29:32.775-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Plantinha da amizade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S57rop8CzHI/AAAAAAAAAwc/joxyGg-GWWo/s1600-h/selomarli2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S57rop8CzHI/AAAAAAAAAwc/joxyGg-GWWo/s200/selomarli2.jpg" width="90" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganhei o selo da minha amiga Renata do blog &lt;a href="http://salaoduarte.blogspot.com/"&gt;Du'Arte&lt;/a&gt;. Obrigada!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-2631740259762875995?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/2631740259762875995/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=2631740259762875995' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/2631740259762875995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/2631740259762875995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/03/plantinha-da-amizade.html' title='Plantinha da amizade'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S57rop8CzHI/AAAAAAAAAwc/joxyGg-GWWo/s72-c/selomarli2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-903574814195559826</id><published>2010-03-13T13:36:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T18:59:43.541-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje, Amanhã, Todos os dias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S5u-fev5nsI/AAAAAAAAAwU/MHuQd5LmcmA/s1600-h/Alegria3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S5u-fev5nsI/AAAAAAAAAwU/MHuQd5LmcmA/s320/Alegria3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hoje é um bom dia para distribuir alegria!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Como é bom saber que a alegria não depende de estado civil, cor, sexo, conta bancária...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Como é bom ter o carinho de pessoas que, às vezes, nem imagino que me percebem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Como é bom ser importante para alguém...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Como é bom ter alguém importante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Como é bom perceber a alegria nas pequenas coisas, todos os dias e agradecer o dia incrível que vivi... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Como é bom saber que mesmo quando não me mexo, fico quietinha, Deus vem e me ilumina com uma alegria ou uma dor para aprendizado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Então, hoje, amanhã e todos os dias é um bom dia para distribuir Alegria!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Be happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S5u-fev5nsI/AAAAAAAAAwU/MHuQd5LmcmA/s72-c/Alegria3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-4099560714955447874</id><published>2010-03-12T23:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T07:52:25.311-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S5r_Hvl6TZI/AAAAAAAAAv8/tFB0JKu-2ss/s1600-h/F%C3%A9rias001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S5r_Hvl6TZI/AAAAAAAAAv8/tFB0JKu-2ss/s320/F%C3%A9rias001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Arraial do Cabo/RJ)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Hoje me sinto especialmente feliz! AMO essa música e preciso ver o mar URGENTE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"...Ser capitã desse mundo&lt;br /&gt;Poder rodar sem fronteiras&lt;br /&gt;Viver um ano em segundos&lt;br /&gt;Não achar sonhos besteira&lt;br /&gt;Me encantar com um livro&lt;br /&gt;Que fale sobre a vaidade&lt;br /&gt;Quando mentir for preciso&lt;br /&gt;Poder falar a verdade..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(trecho de Shimbalaiê - Maria Gadú) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Ok, post nada a ver. Mas eu sei o que eu estou sentindo... &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-4099560714955447874?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/4099560714955447874/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=4099560714955447874' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/4099560714955447874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/4099560714955447874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/03/feliz.html' title='Feliz!'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S5r_Hvl6TZI/AAAAAAAAAv8/tFB0JKu-2ss/s72-c/F%C3%A9rias001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-3514719615199402875</id><published>2010-02-27T14:41:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T19:41:18.767-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje é dia de indicação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Primeiro, indicação de um blog que acabei de encontrar nas minhas andanças pela net. Nada mais, nada menos do que uma ex-BBB, chamada Elenita Rodrigues. E o mais curioso é que eu nem sabia quem ela é, já que não assisto ao programa. A moça escreve bem e até parece que escreveu para mim um trecho do post &lt;a href="http://acasosafortunados.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-got-it-bad.html"&gt;"You got it bad"&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1267310426747"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"...Às vezes a nossa vontade de viver uma história incrível é tamanha que a gente outorga, transfere, atribui a responsabilidade do nosso roteiro ao primeiro imbecil que aparece dançando como um macaco na cena... Não sei se isso faz algum sentido, mas às vezes a "nossa hora perfeita" faz com que pessoas erradas pareçam perfeitas também....&lt;br /&gt;De repente você se abre permitindo para que o que há de pior no mundo a encontre. Parece pessimista? Talvez sim. Mas é que às vezes a vontade de se apaixonar é tão grande... é tão grande a ponto de que é preciso reunir muita sabedoria para não começar a projetar tudo o que se deseja assim.... em cima de qualquer história que simplesmente não mereça...."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;(do blog &lt;a href="http://acasosafortunados.blogspot.com/"&gt;Serendipities&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Segundo, indicação de um super texto sobre família, &lt;a href="http://blog-espiritismo.blogspot.com/2010/02/alamar-familia-o-que-e-e-o-que-deveria.html"&gt;Família: o que é e o que deveria ser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, do &lt;a href="http://blog-espiritismo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blog do Espiritismo&lt;/a&gt; . E o assunto Família me rondou essa semana, pois foi tema das aulas de evangelização infantil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Super recomendo os dois textos e blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 class="title"&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-3514719615199402875?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/3514719615199402875/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=3514719615199402875' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/3514719615199402875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/3514719615199402875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/02/hoje-e-dia-de-indicacao.html' title='Hoje é dia de indicação'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-7614433723914315032</id><published>2010-02-20T13:50:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T23:08:04.396-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Aniversário...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;...para mim!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S4A8sdkAEdI/AAAAAAAAAv0/fDPnYmmWln8/s1600-h/Anivers%C3%A1rio3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S4A8sdkAEdI/AAAAAAAAAv0/fDPnYmmWln8/s320/Anivers%C3%A1rio3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje é meu aniversário e por isso...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vou fazer um pedido.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acreditar num sonho, abraçar o mundo e comemorar a minha existência.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Muita Felicidade, Alegria e Saúde!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E que todos os meus sonhos se realizem...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-7614433723914315032?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/7614433723914315032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=7614433723914315032' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/7614433723914315032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/7614433723914315032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/02/feliz-aniversario.html' title='Feliz Aniversário...'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S4A8sdkAEdI/AAAAAAAAAv0/fDPnYmmWln8/s72-c/Anivers%C3%A1rio3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-6440811115742160774</id><published>2010-02-12T12:47:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T12:52:15.684-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Minha amiga Mirella me enviou essa música. Amei!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=9725c51" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey, what's happened to our lives?&lt;br /&gt;When did you and me forget how to have a good time? &lt;br /&gt;And we gotta get back to the life&lt;br /&gt;That we forgot 'cos we got too much on our minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, we got to make some time for the stuff that you can't buy &lt;br /&gt;And get a life 'cos you know all that serious stuff ain't no fun &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says you can't be happy all the time?&lt;br /&gt;I know but I'm still gonna try &lt;br /&gt;Hey let's all go out tonight&lt;br /&gt;Why don t you and me go out and have a good time? &lt;br /&gt;Make our life a supernatural high&lt;br /&gt;Cos we're both leaving all that bad stuff far behind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there's gonna come a time you kiss it all goodbye&lt;br /&gt;So get a life 'cos you ain't got a clue when that day's gonna come &lt;br /&gt;Who says you can't be happy all the time?&lt;br /&gt;I know but I'm still gonna try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says you can't be happy all the time? &lt;br /&gt;Say what you like but I'm still gonna try &lt;br /&gt;Who says you can't be happy all the time? &lt;br /&gt;I know but I'm still gonna try&lt;br /&gt;Who says you can't be happy all the time? &lt;br /&gt;I know but I'm still gonna try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says you can't be happy all the time? &lt;br /&gt;Say what you like but I'm still gonna try &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still gonna try&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still gonna try&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Happy - Lighthouse Family)&lt;/i&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/1862901229867083111-6440811115742160774?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/6440811115742160774/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=6440811115742160774' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/6440811115742160774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/6440811115742160774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy.html' title='Happy'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-3271657723786097012</id><published>2010-02-03T18:57:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:21:18.120-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ando apaixonada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S2njA6fkUBI/AAAAAAAAAuk/NGWRb4DteBI/s1600-h/candy-hearts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S2njA6fkUBI/AAAAAAAAAuk/NGWRb4DteBI/s320/candy-hearts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... pela presença dos meus filhos, juntos, em casa e as travessuras que fazemos;&lt;br /&gt;... pelos livros: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quem me roubou de mim? - O sequestro da subjetividade e o desafio de ser pessoa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, de Fábio de Melo e &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nosso Lar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, de Chico Xavier;&lt;br /&gt;... pelas músicas &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Presente Passado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; da Isabella Taviani e &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vou Adiante&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; de Luiza Possi;&lt;br /&gt;... por todas as músicas de Maria Gadú; &lt;br /&gt;... pela Doutrina Espírita;&lt;br /&gt;... pelo estudo da Pedagogia e ensino da Filosofia Espírita;&lt;br /&gt;... pelo retorno ao &lt;a href="http://www.griots.org.br/"&gt;Griots&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;br /&gt;... pelo meu novo trabalho e seus desdobramentos;&lt;br /&gt;... pelos amigos novos e velhos, nossas histórias e gargalhadas; &lt;br /&gt;... pela Paz que a nova fase me faz sentir;&lt;br /&gt;... por VIVER;&lt;br /&gt;... pela VIDA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-3271657723786097012?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/3271657723786097012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=3271657723786097012' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/3271657723786097012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/3271657723786097012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/02/ando-apaixonada.html' title='Ando apaixonada...'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S2njA6fkUBI/AAAAAAAAAuk/NGWRb4DteBI/s72-c/candy-hearts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-5915044910615872734</id><published>2010-02-03T17:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T17:28:14.656-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuvas de verão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S2nOOSWlnlI/AAAAAAAAAuc/f64LVAv0ghQ/s1600-h/summer-rain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S2nOOSWlnlI/AAAAAAAAAuc/f64LVAv0ghQ/s320/summer-rain.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Acordei hoje cedinho com essa música na cabeça. Nem preciso escrever que cantei-a até agora...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Podemos ser amigos simplesmente &lt;br /&gt;Coisas do amor nunca mais &lt;br /&gt;Amores do passado, do presente &lt;br /&gt;Repetem velhos temas tão banais &lt;br /&gt;Ressentimentos passam como o vento &lt;br /&gt;São coisas de momento &lt;br /&gt;São chuvas de verão &lt;br /&gt;Trazer uma aflição dentro do peito. &lt;br /&gt;É dar vida a um defeito &lt;br /&gt;Que se extingue com a razão &lt;br /&gt;Estranha no meu peito &lt;br /&gt;Estranha na minha alma &lt;br /&gt;Agora eu tenho calma &lt;br /&gt;Não te desejo mais &lt;br /&gt;Podemos ser amigos simplesmente &lt;br /&gt;Amigos, simplesmente, nada mais&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(letra de Fernando Lobo) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-5915044910615872734?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/5915044910615872734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=5915044910615872734' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/5915044910615872734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/5915044910615872734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/02/chuvas-de-verao.html' title='Chuvas de verão'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S2nOOSWlnlI/AAAAAAAAAuc/f64LVAv0ghQ/s72-c/summer-rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-8775282692896210855</id><published>2010-02-01T23:41:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T23:41:37.993-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Através do caminho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;E esse vídeo eu assisti ao terminar a Integração, no final do dia, depois de uma super palestra com uma psicóloga:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vIEcHe53vwg&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vIEcHe53vwg&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-8775282692896210855?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-1512392975807989957</id><published>2010-02-01T23:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T23:37:07.593-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Molde o seu dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Asssisti esse vídeo hoje cedinho enquanto fazia minha Integração na Santa Casa de Valinhos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VZHFMdHvmrs&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VZHFMdHvmrs&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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Blocos Carnavalescos: &lt;b&gt;Pholia 20 anos&lt;/b&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Saiba mais no site do &lt;a href="http://www.pholia.com.br/" style="color: red;"&gt;Pholia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S2LsD29RR6I/AAAAAAAAAt8/qDNFX8WzOV4/s1600-h/Pholia.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S2LsD29RR6I/AAAAAAAAAt8/qDNFX8WzOV4/s400/Pholia.jpeg" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-4145825998988919522?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S2LsD29RR6I/AAAAAAAAAt8/qDNFX8WzOV4/s72-c/Pholia.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-3105066323792979722</id><published>2010-01-27T22:19:00.014-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T14:30:14.888-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Estamos todos juntos - parte 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Coincidentemente hoje recebi essas duas matérias falando sobre generosidade e altruísmo que podem complementar o post anterior. Ainda, na minha opinião, a generosidade pode ser despretenciosa ou narcisista ou vaidosa. Mas isso é assunto para outro post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1- O prazer egoísta do altruísmo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://super.abril.com.br/blogs/planeta/217856_post.shtml" style="color: red;"&gt;Revista Superinteressante&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S2DV_PwMAZI/AAAAAAAAAts/--MpEudBbZg/s1600-h/Altru%C3%ADsmo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="147" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S2DV_PwMAZI/AAAAAAAAAts/--MpEudBbZg/s400/Altru%C3%ADsmo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Em 2006, enquanto o escritor e empresário &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Kevin Salwen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; aguardava o semáforo em sua Mercedez Coupé, a sua filha adolescente, que também estava dentro do carro, via um mendigo pedindo esmola na rua.Tal fato impressionou tanto a garotinha que, a partir daí, ela começou a importunar os pais sobre a questão da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;desigualdade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;. Indignada, a mãe perguntou? “O que você quer que eu faça, vendemos a nossa casa”? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;E foi isso que a família fez. Vendeu a casa de luxo, comprou uma mais modesta e doou metade do dinheiro para caridade. Para Kevin, quando a família se mudou para uma casa menor, eles ficaram mais unidos e se tornaram pessoas melhores. O acontecimento, no entanto, inspirou Kelvin e sua filha a ganharem dinheiro com isso. Neste mês de janeiro, eles lançaram o livro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;“The Power of Half&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;”, que propaga o prazer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;egoísta &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;pelo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;altruísmo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;. Segundo o jornal The New York Times, o altruísmo está ligado a prazeres primários como o sexo e comida.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 - Atitude: Generosidade para todos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(leia matéria completa no site &lt;a href="http://planetasustentavel.abril.com.br/noticia/atitude/conteudo_484735.shtml?func=1&amp;amp;pag=0&amp;amp;fnt=9pt" style="color: red;"&gt;Planeta Sustentável&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Substituto do amor &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Porque ser generoso é, antes de tudo, uma escolha. É diferente, por exemplo, do amor. Quando amamos, seja um filho, seja um companheiro ou um amigo, somos capazes de grandes sacrifícios. Sem nem pensar duas vezes, uma mãe passa a noite na cabeceira do filho doente. Mas, se a criança em questão não for nosso filho, não somos capazes do mesmo gesto. Comte-Sponville pergunta: se o mendigo na rua fosse alguém que amamos, recusaríamos a ajuda que ele pede? A generosidade existe, então, como substituto do amor, para os casos em que não sentimos amor - afinal, não escolhemos senti-lo. Precisamos aprender a compartilhar com desconhecidos como fazemos com as pessoas que amamos.&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-3105066323792979722?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/3105066323792979722/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=3105066323792979722' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/3105066323792979722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/3105066323792979722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/01/estamos-todos-juntos-parte-2.html' title='Estamos todos juntos - parte 2'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S2DV_PwMAZI/AAAAAAAAAts/--MpEudBbZg/s72-c/Altru%C3%ADsmo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-1109859285047905034</id><published>2010-01-26T23:11:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T14:36:06.876-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Estamos todos juntos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S1-SzJNrTaI/AAAAAAAAAs8/OjbUh97dukI/s1600-h/somos+todos+iguais.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="131" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S1-SzJNrTaI/AAAAAAAAAs8/OjbUh97dukI/s200/somos+todos+iguais.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Tenho recebido algumas informações e solicitações de ajuda por e-mail, blog e twitter. São desabrigados, vítimas de enchente, famílias sem recurso, enfim, necessidades de todo tipo.&lt;br /&gt;E eu sempre fico pensando em como está a vida das pessoas que prestam qualquer tipo de ajuda. Será que elas estão salvas? Será que elas estão fortalecidas? Será que quem ajuda não precisa de ajuda também? E me lembrei de um trecho de um livro que li recentemente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uma vida limitada ao "eu" é realmente limitada. Mas os budistas ensinam que devemos nos ajudar antes de ajudar os outros. Por quê? Porque não conseguimos ajudar ninguém se não estamos bem. Até as companhias de aviação falam isso antes da decolagem, durante as instruções de segurança (aquelas que ninguém ouve). Os comissários de bordo dizem: "Em caso de queda de pressão da cabine, máscaras de oxigênio irão cair do compartimento acima. Certifique-se de colocá-las antes de ajudar os demais."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aceite que você irá morrer tão rápido quanto qualquer um, não seja inocente em acreditar que você é melhor que os outros. Na vida, o aviso seria: "No caso de perda total de rumo de vida, certifique-se de colocar em ordem suas coisas antes de começar a dizer aos outros o que eles devem fazer." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;(adorei esse parágrafo!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Essa é uma ilusão comum. Inclusive, tenho um exemplo em mente: Margaret trabalhava com desabrigados e passava muitas horas no abrigo colocando em ordem a vida das pessoas e dizendo o que elas deveriam fazer. Ela sabia onde encontrar comida e quem escolher para organizar as tarefas. No fim do dia, ia para casa, jogava-se em uma cadeira e bebia um uísque bem forte.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fora do abrigo, a vida dela era um vazio. Ela conseguia ajudar as pessoas de modo prático, mas não conseguia ajudá-las (nem a si mesma) espiritual e emocionalmente. Margaret estava tão perdida e infeliz quanto aquelas pessoas; sua auto-estima estava ligada às coisas que "fazia", não ao que "era". Portanto, quando parava o que estava "fazendo", restava apenas o sentimento vazio, e ela ficava mal rapidamente; para lidar com isso, bebia. O problema estava no fato de ela se enxergar como sendo melhor do que aquelas pessoas em algum sentido; assim, se mantinha distante. No entanto, bem na frente dela, estava a salvação: se tivesse olhado ao redor e aberto a mente, perceberia que muitas pessoas no abrigo faziam de tudo para ajudá-la. Ela estava morrendo sufocada, pedindo para as pessoas colocarem as máscaras, sendo que não colocava a dela antes. Longe de mim falar que Margaret deveria parar de trabalhar com desabrigados; o que estou dizendo é que estamos todos juntos. No fim do dia, ninguém é melhor ou pior do que ninguém, somos todos iguais.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;(do livro Não viva pela metade - Siga os desejos do seu coração, de A.C.Ping)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-1109859285047905034?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/1109859285047905034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=1109859285047905034' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/1109859285047905034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/1109859285047905034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/01/estamos-todos-juntos.html' title='Estamos todos juntos'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S1-SzJNrTaI/AAAAAAAAAs8/OjbUh97dukI/s72-c/somos+todos+iguais.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-789185384531847628</id><published>2010-01-24T15:35:00.010-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T23:34:35.795-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais, sempre mais!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S1-X4vp91uI/AAAAAAAAAtk/zMoUfYrvnv4/s1600-h/mais4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S1-X4vp91uI/AAAAAAAAAtk/zMoUfYrvnv4/s320/mais4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A gente pode...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Morar numa casa mais ou menos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Numa rua mais ou menos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Numa cidade mais ou menos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;E até ter um governo mais ou menos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente pode...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Dormir numa cama mais ou menos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comer um feijão mais ou menos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ter um transporte mais ou menos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;E até ser obrigado a acreditar mais ou menos no futuro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente pode olhar em volta e sentir que tudo está mais ou menos... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUDO BEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que a gente não pode mesmo, nunca, de jeito nenhum...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;É amar mais ou menos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sonhar mais ou menos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ser amigo mais ou menos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Namorar mais ou menos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ter fé mais ou menos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;E acreditar mais ou menos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senão a gente corre o risco de se tornar uma pessoa mais ou menos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;(Chico Xavier)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Eu quero ser MAIS!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-789185384531847628?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/789185384531847628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=789185384531847628' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/789185384531847628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/789185384531847628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/01/mais-ou-menos.html' title='Mais, sempre mais!!!'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S1-X4vp91uI/AAAAAAAAAtk/zMoUfYrvnv4/s72-c/mais4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-5504930974923826391</id><published>2010-01-20T23:15:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T08:57:28.692-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre o Amor e o Perdão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S1eqWxvSo3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/iqlJ2wVW39o/s1600-h/Amor+e+perd%C3%A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S1eqWxvSo3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/iqlJ2wVW39o/s200/Amor+e+perd%C3%A3o.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sobre o Perdão:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Assisti uma palestra sobre Perdão no último final de semana. E sobre Perdão foi o meu post anterior.&lt;br /&gt;No início a palestrante pediu para que pensássemos nas pessoas as quais não conseguimos perdoar, que nos fizeram mal e guardamos mágoa ou sentimos raiva. Fiquei feliz quando não consegui me lembrar de ninguém!! Claro que me lembrei de alguns momentos ruins. Mas nada que eu não tenha conseguido esquecer ou ainda sinta raiva. Simplesmente já passou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sobre o Amor:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;No dia seguinte conversando com minha irmã eu falei que tenho dúvidas se realmente eu quero Amar alguém novamente pois a dor da perda é tão dolorida que não sei se vale a pena sentir a euforia do começo. Principalmente quando apenas uma das partes ama e se entrega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sobre o Amor e o Perdão:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;E minha irmã me repondeu que Amar, assim como Perdoar, sempre vale a pena.&amp;nbsp; Sai ganhando quem Ama e Perdoa. Sai perdendo quem não sabe Amar, quem não sabe Perdoar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-5504930974923826391?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/5504930974923826391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=5504930974923826391' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/5504930974923826391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/5504930974923826391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/01/sobre-o-amor-e-o-perdao.html' title='Sobre o Amor e o Perdão'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S1eqWxvSo3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/iqlJ2wVW39o/s72-c/Amor+e+perd%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-4701094830885378116</id><published>2010-01-13T12:08:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T12:11:01.346-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre o Perdão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S03TujbEgmI/AAAAAAAAAsE/B5z4ekTXbuQ/s1600-h/JesusPerdao%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S03TujbEgmI/AAAAAAAAAsE/B5z4ekTXbuQ/s200/JesusPerdao%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Foi um dos textos mais legais que já li sobre o Perdão. Vale a pena!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um dos ensinamentos mais difíceis que podemos tirar das lições do MESTRE JESUS é o de perdoar àqueles que nos ofenderam, nos machucaram, nos causaram dor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A regra é perdoar 70 X 7, mas como perdoar tudo isto se não conseguimos, ao menos, entender o processo que é o perdão? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que as pessoas nos fazem de ruim, segundo a lei de ação e de reação, volta para elas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdoar é não torcer para que eles sofram. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdoar é compreender que elas são tão falhas como nós mesmos, só que escolheram errar na tentativa de fazer algo certo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até quando uma pessoa quer se vingar, ela acredita que quer fazer o que é certo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que querem fazer de mal tem a justificativa de que é para o bem daquele que vai receber o castigo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdoar é descer do pedestal e ver que estamos todos no mesmo chão. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdoar é entender que se outro errou é porque não conseguia fazer algo melhor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdoar é compreender o erro do outro e relevar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relevar não nos obriga, necessariamente, a aprovar o que o outro fez de ruim, significa que podemos entender o que aconteceu, que não concordamos com o ocorrido, que doeu, mas que podemos entender, aceitar e perdoar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós podemos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas por que queremos manter o poder de quem nos faz mal? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que não destituímos os menos bons de seu falso reinado de maldade? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que não lhe mostramos que compreendemos o que eles fazem, que não aceitamos para nossa vida, mas que podemos entender os motivos que os levaram a errar? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por qual motivo, definitivamente, insistimos em manter os ofensores em seus postos distintos de maldade? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já está na hora de mostrarmos que eles erraram sim, mas que seu erro é compreendido. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O perdão não só alivia o nosso coração como envergonha àquele que nos atacou. Em um momento ou em outro ele terá consciência do mal feito e ficará muito avexado por ter, além de causado mal, recebido a nossa compreensão. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas nobres se fortalecem no medo que cultivamos de que elas sempre poderão nos fazer mal, mas, na medida em que começarmos a demonstrar que entendemos o que fazem qualquer intenção já estará, por si, descaracteriza. Porque quem faz mal, quer ver o nosso sofrimento e quando se depara com nossa nobreza em compreender e perdoar se enfraquece. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais perdoarmos, menos fortes se sentirão os ímpios e mais ativos estaremos no exercício do bem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dê-se esta chance. Desconstitua o mal com a sua compreensão. Você pode.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Merit Rabanés)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-4701094830885378116?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/4701094830885378116/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=4701094830885378116' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/4701094830885378116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/4701094830885378116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/01/sobre-o-perdao.html' title='Sobre o Perdão'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S03TujbEgmI/AAAAAAAAAsE/B5z4ekTXbuQ/s72-c/JesusPerdao%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-8497130684673224007</id><published>2010-01-12T16:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T16:57:47.623-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Grito do Pholia 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu vou. Quem vai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S0zF6GBac2I/AAAAAAAAAr0/I0oh0W1_GXM/s1600-h/Pholia+20+anos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S0zF6GBac2I/AAAAAAAAAr0/I0oh0W1_GXM/s640/Pholia+20+anos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1862901229867083111-8497130684673224007?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/8497130684673224007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=8497130684673224007' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/8497130684673224007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/8497130684673224007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/01/grito-do-pholia-2010.html' title='Grito do Pholia 2010'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S0zF6GBac2I/AAAAAAAAAr0/I0oh0W1_GXM/s72-c/Pholia+20+anos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-6208835421281011083</id><published>2010-01-11T16:24:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T08:23:56.657-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque sofremos?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S0ts1jGXGVI/AAAAAAAAArs/gCLtNu3ard4/s1600-h/Desperd%C3%ADcio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S0ts1jGXGVI/AAAAAAAAArs/gCLtNu3ard4/s200/Desperd%C3%ADcio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Definitivo, como tudo o que é simples. &lt;br /&gt;Nossa dor não advém das coisas vividas, mas das coisas que foram sonhadas e não se cumpriram.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sofremos por quê? Porque automaticamente esquecemos o que foi desfrutado e passamos a sofrer pelas nossas projeções irrealizadas, por todas as cidades que gostaríamos de ter conhecido ao lado do nosso amor e não conhecemos, por todos os filhos que gostaríamos de ter tido junto e não tivemos, por todos os shows, livros e silêncios que gostaríamos de ter compartilhado, e não compartilhamos. &lt;br /&gt;Por todos os beijos cancelados, pela eternidade.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por que sofremos tanto por amor? &lt;br /&gt;O certo seria a gente não sofrer, apenas agradecer por termos conhecido uma pessoa tão bacana, que gerou em nós um sentimento intenso e que nos fez companhia por um tempo razoável, um tempo feliz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como aliviar a dor do que não foi vivido? A resposta é simples como um verso:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Se iludindo menos e vivendo mais!!! &lt;/i&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cada dia que vivo, mais me convenço de que o desperdício da vida está no amor que não damos, nas forças que não usamos, na prudência egoísta que nada arrisca, e que, esquivando-se do sofrimento, perdemos também a felicidade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;(Carlos Drumond de Andrade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-6208835421281011083?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/6208835421281011083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=6208835421281011083' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/6208835421281011083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/6208835421281011083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/01/desperdicio.html' title='Porque sofremos?'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S0ts1jGXGVI/AAAAAAAAArs/gCLtNu3ard4/s72-c/Desperd%C3%ADcio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-2320751338371416597</id><published>2010-01-11T09:13:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T22:20:52.789-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Este teu olhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S0sHsg05osI/AAAAAAAAArk/O5brHeYlLiI/s1600-h/Olhos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S0sHsg05osI/AAAAAAAAArk/O5brHeYlLiI/s200/Olhos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Os olhares se encontraram.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Inevitável frio na barriga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Este seu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Quando encontra o meu&lt;br /&gt;Fala de umas coisas&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não posso acreditar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doce é sonhar&lt;br /&gt;É pensar que você&lt;br /&gt;Gosta de mim&lt;br /&gt;Como eu de você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Quando se desfaz&lt;br /&gt;Dói no coração&lt;br /&gt;De quem sonhou, sonhou demais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Se eu pudesse entender&lt;br /&gt;O que dizem os teus olhos...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Este teu olhar - Tom Jobim)&amp;nbsp;&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/1862901229867083111-2320751338371416597?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/2320751338371416597/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=2320751338371416597' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/2320751338371416597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/2320751338371416597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/01/este-teu-olhar.html' title='Este teu olhar'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S0sHsg05osI/AAAAAAAAArk/O5brHeYlLiI/s72-c/Olhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-9192205338373019693</id><published>2010-01-11T08:58:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T08:21:27.551-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Flores e espinhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S0sEtEQkWGI/AAAAAAAAArc/B2Pkv5gNw1k/s1600-h/rosas+e+espinhos2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S0sEtEQkWGI/AAAAAAAAArc/B2Pkv5gNw1k/s200/rosas+e+espinhos2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"A vida requer cuidado. Os amores também.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Flores e espinhos são belezas que se dão juntas. Não queira uma só, elas não sabem viver sozinhas...&lt;br /&gt;Quem quiser levar a rosa para sua vida, terá de saber que com elas vão inumeros espinhos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não se preocupe: a beleza da rosa vale o incômodo dos espinhos..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Padre Fábio de Melo) &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/1862901229867083111-9192205338373019693?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/9192205338373019693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=9192205338373019693' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/9192205338373019693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/9192205338373019693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/01/flores-e-espinhos.html' title='Flores e espinhos'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S0sEtEQkWGI/AAAAAAAAArc/B2Pkv5gNw1k/s72-c/rosas+e+espinhos2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-8971340060224584623</id><published>2010-01-10T20:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:34:23.630-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Se eu quiser falar com Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Hoje cedo conversei com minha irmã mais velha pelo telefone e ela me fez relembrar essa música:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=a36f8c6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se eu quiser falar com Deus&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que ficar a sós&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que apagar a luz&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que calar a voz&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que encontrar a paz&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que folgar os nós&lt;br /&gt;Dos sapatos, da gravata&lt;br /&gt;Dos desejos, dos receios&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que esquecer a data&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que perder a conta&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que ter mãos vazias&lt;br /&gt;Ter a alma e o corpo nus&lt;br /&gt;Se eu quiser falar com Deus&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que aceitar a dor&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que comer o pão&lt;br /&gt;Que o diabo amassou&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que virar um cão&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que lamber o chão&lt;br /&gt;Dos palácios, dos castelos&lt;br /&gt;Suntuosos do meu sonho&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que me ver tristonho&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que me achar medonho&lt;br /&gt;E apesar de um mal tamanho&lt;br /&gt;Alegrar meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Se eu quiser falar com Deus&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que me aventurar&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que subir aos céus&lt;br /&gt;Sem cordas pra segurar&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que dizer adeus&lt;br /&gt;Dar as costas, caminhar&lt;br /&gt;Decidido, pela estrada&lt;br /&gt;Que ao findar vai dar em nada&lt;br /&gt;Do que eu pensava encontrar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;(Se eu quiser falar com Deus - Gilberto Gil, cantada por Elis Regina) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-8971340060224584623?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/8971340060224584623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=8971340060224584623' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/8971340060224584623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/8971340060224584623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/01/se-eu-quiser-falar-com-deus.html' title='Se eu quiser falar com Deus'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-3417988335106946582</id><published>2010-01-06T19:36:00.013-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:24:11.915-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre a Liberdade e o Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S0UCaHUyoWI/AAAAAAAAArE/6ryx_bR2cUU/s1600-h/Liberdade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S0UCaHUyoWI/AAAAAAAAArE/6ryx_bR2cUU/s200/Liberdade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Liberdade na vida é ter um amor para se prender."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;(Fabrício Carpinejar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Li essa frase hoje cedinho no blog do &lt;a href="http://carpinejar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carpinejar&lt;/a&gt; e pensei nela o dia todo. E concluí que, realmente, só quem é livre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;de preconceitos, traumas, medos, auto sabotagem, egoísmo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;pode ter um amor para se prender. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;É preciso ser e estar livre para amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-3417988335106946582?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/3417988335106946582/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=3417988335106946582' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/3417988335106946582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/3417988335106946582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/01/sobre-liberdade_06.html' title='Sobre a Liberdade e o Amor'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S0UCaHUyoWI/AAAAAAAAArE/6ryx_bR2cUU/s72-c/Liberdade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-4514383127721628287</id><published>2010-01-06T19:06:00.020-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:25:40.750-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltando para casa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S0T7CjESF2I/AAAAAAAAAq0/zc2PCobD43U/s1600-h/Voltando+para+casa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S0T7CjESF2I/AAAAAAAAAq0/zc2PCobD43U/s200/Voltando+para+casa.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Depois de um tempo longe, de férias merecidas, estou voltando para casa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Descansei meu corpo e a minha cabeça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tomei banho de sal grosso antes da virada do ano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tomei banho de sol, mudei de cor, mergulhei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Li muito, assisti palestras, estudei, rezei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ouvi conselhos de todos os tipos, guardei os bons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Brinquei de esconde-esconde, de fazer comidinha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Joguei Banco Imobiliário e Perfil 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Beijei, apertei muito minhas sobrinhas-netas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ri muito, falei um monte de besteira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Visitei pessoas que aprendi a amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Senti falta, senti saudade, respirei fundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E agora voltei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Já desfiz as malas, coloquei as roupas para lavar, faxinei a casa, desmontei a árvore de Natal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Agora preciso colocar as minhas idéias e sonhos em ação. Tudo aquilo que pensei e desejei na virada do ano precisa virar realidade. Milagre? Mágica? Não...isso tem outro nome: TRABALHO! Tudo precisa ser trabalhado nessa vida: relacionamentos, família, religião, profissão, amigos, viagens. Não existe milgare ou mágica, as coisas não nascem prontas, elas são construídas todos os dias. Quanto me custou aprender isso!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Compreender que o poder está dentro de nós, tudo nos é concedido e o segredo está na fé, na esperança e no recomeço. (autor desconhecido)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Feliz Recomeço! Feliz 2010! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-4514383127721628287?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/4514383127721628287/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=4514383127721628287' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/4514383127721628287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/4514383127721628287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2010/01/voltando-para-casa.html' title='Voltando para casa'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/S0T7CjESF2I/AAAAAAAAAq0/zc2PCobD43U/s72-c/Voltando+para+casa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-7627772109795063398</id><published>2009-12-29T14:58:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:07:25.402-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pérola de Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/Szo1y94GD2I/AAAAAAAAApM/uZyOedBFLqg/s1600-h/perolas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/Szo1y94GD2I/AAAAAAAAApM/uZyOedBFLqg/s320/perolas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;A pérola, uma das mais belas jóias naturais, é formada a partir do instante em que as ostras são agredidas por algum agente externo e liberam uma substância chamada nácar, cujo objetivo é envolver aquele elemento agressor e protegê-las. O acúmulo de várias camadas de nácar em movimentos concêntricos vai formar a pérola depois de algum tempo.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A felicidade é como a pérola que se forma dentro da ostra: nasce dos embates de cada dia no esforço da transformação no reino do sentimento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Portanto, mesmo com os problemas e dificuldades, não desanime ou interrompa teus ideais de espiritualização. A seu tempo, perceberás um clarão reluzente na tua intimidade refletindo a riqueza e a sabedoria do Pai, que servirão para embelezar a vida e fazer-te mensageiro da paz em ti mesmo. É a perola da alegria definitiva.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser feliz é estar bem consigo e com o mundo. É deixar a pérola da alegria luzir para tudo que vibra à tua volta. Ser feliz é desconhecer barreiras, porque a felicidade anda de mãos dadas coma fé. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser feliz! Quanto significa essa expressão!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abra-te para a vida sem medo ou culpa, acredite no futuro, trabalhe e sirva, ame e perdoe. Inevitavelmente serás respondido pelas leis que conspiram a favor de teu progresso e ascensão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prossiga confiante na conquista de ti próprio e guarda inabalável certeza que foste criado por Deus para ser feliz na condição de "ostra da Terra" e pérola de Sua Criação.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Ermance Dufaux, do livro Mereça ser Feliz - Superando as Ilusões do Orgulho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-7627772109795063398?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/7627772109795063398/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=7627772109795063398' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/7627772109795063398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/7627772109795063398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2009/12/perola-de-deus.html' title='Pérola de Deus'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/Szo1y94GD2I/AAAAAAAAApM/uZyOedBFLqg/s72-c/perolas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-1135130161098345412</id><published>2009-12-21T23:14:00.014-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T16:01:41.985-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/SzDvZdbNQTI/AAAAAAAAAo0/J2Q5vIrIKw8/s1600-h/Feliz+Natal.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/SzDvZdbNQTI/AAAAAAAAAo0/J2Q5vIrIKw8/s640/Feliz+Natal.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Neste Natal, não quero o Papai Noel das promoções comerciais, dos presentes caros embrulhados em afetos raros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Quero o Menino Jesus nascido no coração da manjedoura, esperança acesa num pasto de Belém!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Não quero o Papai Noel das lojas enfeitadas, do celofane brilhante das cestas de produtos importados, das garrafas em que os néscios afogam tristezas rotuladas de alegrias. Quero o sonho do menino Jesus em busca de uma terra onde nascer e viver, o sonho do Menino judeu arauto da paz na Terra aos homens e mulheres de boa vontade. Quero o o sonho do Menino Jesus de um mundo poupado da estupidez das guerras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Neste Natal dispenso abraços protocolares e sorrisos sob medida, sentimentos retóricos e emoções que encobrem a aridez do coração. Quero o amor sem dor, a oração só louvor, a fé comungada no sabor de justiça. Não quero presentes dos ausentes, a romaria pagã aos templos consumistas dos shopping-centers. Quero o pão na boca de uma criança faminta, a paz que se alarga dos espíritos atribulados aos campos de batalha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Neste Natal, não quero essa pavorosa troca de produtos entre mãos que não se abrem em solidariedade, compaixão e carinho. Quero o sonho do menino solto no mais íntimo de mim mesmo, semeando ternura em todos os canteiros em que as pedras sufocam as flores. Não quero esse ruído urbano que esmaga a alma, os ouvidos aprisionados aos telefones, o olfato condenado por odores insalubres, a boca em cascatas de palavras inúteis, despidas de verdade e sentido. Quero o silêncio indevassável de meu próprio mistério, o canto harmónico da natureza, a mão que se estende para que o outro se erga, a fraternidade dos amigos abençoados pela cumplicidade perene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Neste Natal, não me interessam as oscilações dos índices financeiros, as promessas viciadas dos políticos, os cartões impressos a granel, cheios de colorido e vazios de originalidade. Quero as evocações mais ternas: o cheiro do café coado de manhã por minha avó, o som dos sorrisos das crianças. Não quero as amarguras familiares que se guardam como poeira nas dobras da alma, as invejas que me alienam de mim mesmo, as ambições que me tornam tristes . Quero os joelhos dobrados no átrio da igreja, a cabeça curvada perante a humildades desse menino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Neste Natal não aceitarei os brindes de mãos que não se tocam, nem irei às ceias dos que se devoram. Não comerei do bolo que empanturra corações e mentes, nem deixarei que a aurora do Menino me surpreenda empanzinado de sono. Neste natal quero que todos os corações apelem à partilha de ternura com aqueles que amamos e queremos amar eternamente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Frei Beto)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Desejo a todos os amigos que me seguem, os que não me seguem mas sempre passam por aqui e aos anônimos um Feliz Natal e que Deus abençõe, sempre, todos vocês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-1135130161098345412?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/1135130161098345412/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=1135130161098345412' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/1135130161098345412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/1135130161098345412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2009/12/feliz-natal.html' title='Feliz Natal'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/SzDvZdbNQTI/AAAAAAAAAo0/J2Q5vIrIKw8/s72-c/Feliz+Natal.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-4875659816989488744</id><published>2009-12-21T22:54:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T22:58:52.105-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercício para 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;Praticar o  desapego: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Nascemos para morrer, conhecemos pessoas para as deixar e ganhamos  coisas para as perder.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;(Buda)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-4875659816989488744?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/4875659816989488744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=4875659816989488744' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/4875659816989488744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/4875659816989488744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2009/12/exercicio-para-2010.html' title='Exercício para 2010'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-8115458086792925217</id><published>2009-12-21T19:46:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T19:48:44.106-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aos meus amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/Sy_sidn52EI/AAAAAAAAAoc/jwaIk7nudWs/s1600-h/amizade3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/Sy_sidn52EI/AAAAAAAAAoc/jwaIk7nudWs/s320/amizade3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Olha só, ora eu tenho muita vontade escrever, escrever e escrever até criar calo na ponta dos dedos. Desabafar tudo o que vai pelo meu coração e pela, às vezes, cabeça fraca. Ora eu não tenho vontade de nem falar, quem dirá escrever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Mas eu preciso fazer uma coisa: homenagear meus amigos. Esse guerreiros de paciência e solidariedade, paus para toda obra. E olha que a minha obra atual não é pequena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aos amigos de muito tempo:&lt;/b&gt; sempre por perto, basta um telefonema, uma visita e eles estão lá, prontos para ajudar, o colo é farto;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aos amigos recentes:&lt;/b&gt; pessoas que eu nem imaginava poderem estar dispostos a darem uma palavra amiga, um consolo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aos amigos virtuais:&lt;/b&gt; esses que a gente pensa que são amigos frios por estarem do outro lado da tela, que nada!, se mostraram muito carinhosos e confiáveis;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aos amigos família:&lt;/b&gt; ah..esses que eu atormento sem dó nem piedade, telefonando aos prantos, totalmente desestruturada;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;À amiga terapeuta:&lt;/b&gt; cuidou e cuida muito bem de mim, tentando me ensinar que devo ser fiel aos meus sentimentos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aos amigos de longe:&lt;/b&gt; usam e-mails, telefonemas, rádio, sinais de fumaça para me animarem e me darem força;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aos amigos espirituais:&lt;/b&gt; o que seria de mim sem vocês?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;A todos vocês que me abraçam, ouvem as minhas queixas e dúvidas, dão colo, choram comigo, me tiram de casa, me fazem rir, me animam, rezam por mim e rezam comigo: MUITO OBRIGADA!!! De nada valeria a minha vida se não fossem vocês sempre por perto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Com carinho,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Ana Paula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-8115458086792925217?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/8115458086792925217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=8115458086792925217' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/8115458086792925217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/8115458086792925217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2009/12/aos-meus-amigos.html' title='Aos meus amigos'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/Sy_sidn52EI/AAAAAAAAAoc/jwaIk7nudWs/s72-c/amizade3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-2707659718131086955</id><published>2009-12-16T19:26:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T19:39:12.969-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Permita-se</title><content type='html'>Tem algo diferente no ar...2010 está chegando!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X4ihKTMAneQ&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X4ihKTMAneQ&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-2707659718131086955?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/2707659718131086955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=2707659718131086955' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/2707659718131086955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/2707659718131086955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2009/12/permita-se.html' title='Permita-se'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-6400045632165884172</id><published>2009-12-10T00:55:00.010-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T20:09:06.266-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ele não está tão a fim de você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Filme muito bom. Pensei que era mais um filminho água com açúcar mas surpreendeu!&lt;br /&gt;As super dicas valem à pena. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-ZjSebRi1WE&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-ZjSebRi1WE&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ensinam muitas coisas às garotas:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;- se um cara bate em você, ele gosta de você;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;- nunca tente aparar a própria franja;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;- e, um dia, vai conhecer um cara incrível e ser feliz para sempre.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Todo filme e toda história implora para esperarmos por isso:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a reviravolta no terceiro ato;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a declaração de amor inesperada;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a exceção à regra.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas, às vezes, focamos tanto em achar nosso final deliz que não aprendemos:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a ler os sinais:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a diferenciar entre quem nos quer e quem não nos quer;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;- a diferenciar entre os que vão ficar e os que vão nos deixar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;E talvez esse final feliz não inclua um cara incrível.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Talvez seja você, sozinha, recolhendo os cacos e recomeçando. Ficando livre para algo melhor no futuro.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Talvez o final feliz seja só seguir em frente.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ou talvez o final feliz seja isto: saber que mesmo com ligações sem retorno e corações partidos, com todos os erros estúpidos e sinais mal interpretados, com toda a vergonha e todo o constrangimento, você nunca perdeu a esperança."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(do filme &lt;i&gt;Ele não está tão a fim de você&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-6400045632165884172?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/6400045632165884172/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=6400045632165884172' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/6400045632165884172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/6400045632165884172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2009/12/ele-nao-esta-tao-fim-de-voce.html' title='Ele não está tão a fim de você'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-7446820723073740759</id><published>2009-12-04T18:04:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T18:20:37.982-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim de ano, fichas caindo e migalhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/SxluHD73YoI/AAAAAAAAAn0/VbKqKd-tVAg/s1600-h/Dezembro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/SxluHD73YoI/AAAAAAAAAn0/VbKqKd-tVAg/s200/Dezembro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gentem ...dezembro chegou e junto com ele muitas luzes, cidade enfeitada e euforia típica de final de ano. Para mim o último mês do ano iniciou com muitas fichas caindo em meio a muitas lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Sim! preciso viver o luto pelo qual estou passando e estou fazendo isso com muito orgulho de mim mesma. Sim! eu consigo ser feliz, sorrir e fazer piada em meio ao caos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Mas todas essas informações estarão em outro post, mais detalhadas e com mais firmeza de espírito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Por ora, preciso expor o texto abaixo, que não é meu mas gostaria de tê-lo escrito pois resume as descobertas do meu momento atual:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ora, se é para ir na feira e escolher a fruta, escolha a melhor! Leve para casa a mais suculenta, mais brilhante, mais doce.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se é para ir ao açougue, e se o dinheiro dá, leve a melhor carne, se pode comprar filet-mignon vai levar “coxão-duro” para o bife?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai comprar uma roupa? Então escolha o melhor tecido, o melhor caimento e por favor: escolha o número que se ajuste ao seu corpo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na hora do perfume, gosto não se discute, cada um com o seu, mas por favor, não exagere, perfume é complemento, não é banho.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Vai prestar um concurso? Então primeiro estude, depois faça promessa, porque eu te garanto, nenhum “santo” “vai descer” em você para fazer a sua prova.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo quer o melhor da vida! Mas, poucos sabem o que é “o melhor”.&lt;br /&gt;Nos pedidos que fazem aos céus são infantis, acham que voltar com tal pessoa é o máximo, quando poderiam pedir para conhecer alguém que realmente valha a pena.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitos “bacharéis” estão tentando uma vaga de gari na prefeitura do Rio, tentando roubar a oportunidade de quem precisa ser “gari”. E pode apostar, “vai chover” promessa para passar no concurso.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gente desistindo da luta no meio do caminho, gente topando “qualquer coisa” para “ser feliz”, dando dízimo da aposentadoria da mãe, comprando fitinha benzida pelo “sei lá quem”, e a auto-estima no chão, derrubada, vazia.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É hora de acreditar no seu potencial!&lt;br /&gt;É hora de pedir caviar aos céus, acreditando que você merece o melhor.&lt;br /&gt;É hora de deixar o vale da lamentação, dos gemidos, das doenças imaginárias e virar o jogo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEGA!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chega de sofrer até pelo que não existe!&lt;br /&gt;Só você, criatura divina, pode mudar o seu jogo. Não tem pastor, santo, anjo, padre abençoado, nem fita mágica que dê um jeito em quem não quer ter jeito!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faça a sua parte, desperte, lute!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caiu? levante!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Escorregou? Apoie-se!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Errou? Peça perdão e recomece.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chorou? Limpe o rosto e prossiga!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Doeu? Assopre e siga!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tá sem rumo? Compre um guia.&lt;br /&gt;Amou? Que bom, aprendeu o valor do amor.&lt;br /&gt;Não deu certo? Comece de novo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É este o dia certo, para a pessoa certa, na hora certa: você é a pessoa certa, na hora certa, no dia certo.&lt;br /&gt;O resto é confusão mental.&lt;br /&gt;Por favor, queira ser feliz e lute por esse direito, a vitória só depende de você, não aceite migalhas!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Migalhas - Paulo Roberto Gaefke) &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/1862901229867083111-7446820723073740759?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/7446820723073740759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=7446820723073740759' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/7446820723073740759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/7446820723073740759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2009/12/migalhas.html' title='Fim de ano, fichas caindo e migalhas'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/SxluHD73YoI/AAAAAAAAAn0/VbKqKd-tVAg/s72-c/Dezembro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-5907879842734328265</id><published>2009-11-26T23:43:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T11:34:54.620-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A união faz a força</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Vi ainda outra coisa vazia debaixo do sol: um homem sozinho, que não tem ninguém, nem filho, nem irmão. Apesar disso, não deixa de se afadigar, nem de se fartar com riquezas. Para quem ele se afadiga e se priva da felicidade? Isso também é fugaz e trabalho inútil. Mais vale estar a dois do que estar sozinho, porque dois tirarão maior proveito do seu trabalho. De fato, se um cai, poderá ser levantado pelo companheiro. Azar, porém, de quem está sozinho: se cair, não terá ninguém para o levantar. Se dois se deitam juntos, um poderá aquecer o outro; mas como poderá alguém sozinho se aquecer? Se um deles for agredido, dois poderão resistir, e uma corda tripla não se arrebenta facilmente."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;(Eclesiastes, 4:7-12)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yx1wAsYjnxA&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yx1wAsYjnxA&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-5907879842734328265?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/5907879842734328265/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=5907879842734328265' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/5907879842734328265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/5907879842734328265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2009/11/uniao-faz-forca.html' title='A união faz a força'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-4279153217676891158</id><published>2009-11-26T09:33:00.023-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T11:07:12.754-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre as surpresas da vida ou sobre como a vida deve ser</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/Sw7Ze6frMDI/AAAAAAAAAnU/ACod7FnlV6s/s1600/carnaval.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/Sw7Ze6frMDI/AAAAAAAAAnU/ACod7FnlV6s/s400/carnaval.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ontem tive provas de que a vida guarda surpresas diárias para nossa existência. Se soubermos aproveitar, é claro. O dia amanheceu dolorido, eu com meu coração apertado que até pensei que ele ia sair pela minha boca ou pelos meus olhos (estou competindo com a Helena da novela para ver quem chora mais!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Concordei com o texto &lt;a href="http://somostodosum.ig.com.br/blog/blog.asp?id=10234"&gt;Tristeza Permitida&lt;/a&gt; de Martha Medeiros:&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;ficar triste é comum, é um sentimento tão legítimo quanto a alegria, é um registro de nossa sensibilidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;Estar triste é estar atento a si próprio, é estar desapontado com alguém, com vários ou consigo mesmo, é estar um pouco cansado de certas repetições, é descobrir-se frágil num dia qualquer."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;E o que fazer nessa situação? Sentar e esperar passar. Ou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;Como eu sou uma pessoa de sorte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;a vida me presenteou com uma amiga -irmã, daquelas que fala o que eu preciso ouvir seja ruim ou bom, me dá seu colo e seu ombro para eu chorar e seu abraço para me confortar. E ela me convida para uma festa de aniversário que aconteceu na &lt;a href="http://www.devassa.com.br/cervejaria.php?yes=yes"&gt;Cervejaria Devassa&lt;/a&gt;. Bom, não conhecíamos o lugar e lá fomos nós. Simplesmente fantástico, com um espaço reservado para festas. Encontramos vários amigos e a aniversariante chamou um conjunto de samba para animar a festa. Rimos até não mais poder e aos poucos fui percebendo que eu estava expurgando a tristeza do meu corpo e do meu coração.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;Para finalizar, os músicos tocaram grandes clássicos do Carnaval e outras músicas animadoras e fomos todos para a pista. Bom, aí o expurgo foi completo ao som de&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; "a minha alegria atravessou o mar..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"é hoje o dia da alegria e a tristeza nem pode pensar em chegar..." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;e&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; "vai rolar a festa..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;Fala a verdade: carnaval em plena 4ªfeira de novembro? É ou não é uma surpresa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, a festa da vida está aí, todos os dias!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-4279153217676891158?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/4279153217676891158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=4279153217676891158' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/4279153217676891158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/4279153217676891158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2009/11/sobre-as-surpresas-da-vida-ou-sobre.html' title='Sobre as surpresas da vida ou sobre como a vida deve ser'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/Sw7Ze6frMDI/AAAAAAAAAnU/ACod7FnlV6s/s72-c/carnaval.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-5084208837751391307</id><published>2009-11-24T08:27:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T10:23:27.201-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Para pensar - 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!--.hmmessage P{margin:0px;padding:0px}body.hmmessage{font-size: 10pt;font-family:Verdana}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;“O correr da vida  embrulha tudo, a vida é assim: esquenta e esfria, aperta e daí afrouxa, sossega  e depois desinquieta. O que ela quer da gente é CORAGEM.”&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Guimarães Rosa - Grande Sertão Veredas) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Recebi a mensagem acima da minha amiga-irmã Mirella. Thanks a lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-5084208837751391307?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/5084208837751391307/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=5084208837751391307' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/5084208837751391307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/5084208837751391307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2009/11/para-pensar-11.html' title='Para pensar - 11'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-8361626607673324320</id><published>2009-11-16T10:17:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T10:27:59.840-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Apaixone-se</title><content type='html'>Chorei até não mais poder assistindo ao vídeo.&lt;br /&gt;No momento preciso muito acreditar no texto e continuar meu caminho sem perder a fé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e7je95XY1YY&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e7je95XY1YY&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-8361626607673324320?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/8361626607673324320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=8361626607673324320' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/8361626607673324320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/8361626607673324320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2009/11/apaixone-se.html' title='Apaixone-se'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-7673264269426191946</id><published>2009-11-15T21:28:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T10:18:59.881-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Para pensar - 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que eu continue a acreditar no outro mesmo sabendo de alguns valores tão esquisitos que permeiam o mundo;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que eu continue otimista mesmo sabendo que o futuro que nos espera nem sempre é tão alegre;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que eu continue com a vontade de viver mesmo sabendo que a vida é, em muitos momentos, uma lição difícil de ser aprendida;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que eu permaneça com a vontade de ter grandes amigos mesmo sabendo que com as voltas do mundo eles vão indo embora de nossas vidas;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que eu realimente sempre a vontade de ajudar as pessoas mesmo sabendo que muitas delas são incapazes de ver, sentir, entender ou utilizar essa ajuda;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que eu mantenha meu equilíbrio mesmo sabendo que os desafios são inúmeros ao longo do caminho;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que eu exteriorize a vontade de amar entendendo que amar não é sentimento de posse, é sentimento de doação;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que eu sustente a luz e o brilho no olhar mesmo sabendo que muitas coisas que vejo no mundo escurecem meus olhos;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que eu alimente a minha garra mesmo sabendo que a derrota e a perda são ingredientes tão fortes quanto o sucesso e a alegria;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que eu atenda sempre mais a minha intuição que sinaliza o que de mais autêntico eu possuo;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que eu pratique sempre mais o sentimento de justiça mesmo em meio à turbulência dos interesses;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que eu não perca o meu forte abraço e o distribua sempre;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que eu perpetue a beleza e o brilho de ver mesmo sabendo que as lágrimas brotam dos meus olhos;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que eu manifeste o amor por minha família mesmo sabendo que ela muitas vezes me exige muito para manter sua harmonia;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que eu acalente a vontade de ser grande mesmo sabendo que a minha parcela de contribuição no mundo é pequena.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E acima de tudo...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que eu lembre sempre que todos nós fazemos parte dessa teia chamada vida criada por alguém bem superior a todos nós!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que Deus não permita que eu perca a vontade de amar mesmo sabendo que a pessoa que eu mais amo pode não sentir o mesmo por mim.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Chico Xavier)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-7673264269426191946?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/7673264269426191946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=7673264269426191946' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/7673264269426191946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/7673264269426191946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2009/11/para-pensar-10.html' title='Para pensar - 10'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862901229867083111.post-5812279063873455293</id><published>2009-11-02T00:16:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:46:56.991-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Menina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/Su49EH7Ou1I/AAAAAAAAAmE/NJx1e4aAyvM/s1600-h/Foto-0374.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/Su49EH7Ou1I/AAAAAAAAAmE/NJx1e4aAyvM/s320/Foto-0374.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Essa gostosura da foto (o cão, não eu! oi?) é a Menina. Ou melhor, se chamaria Menina se eu a tivesse trazido para casa. Bem que a minha amiga-irmã-anja Mirella tentou me convencer com seus golpes baixos tipo: "eu ajudo a pagar", "eu ajudo a cuidar". Não posso arcar com essa responsabilidade no momento mas gostaria de ver a cara do Gabriel chegando em casa e dando de cara com o cão-bebê! Meu coração doeu ao ter que devolvê-la ao cesto pois ela se encaixou direitinho no meu colo. Presta atenção nos olhinhos dela dizendo "me leva mamãe!!!" &lt;br /&gt;Toda vez que caminhamos na Lagoa agora é isso: andamos, tomamos água de coco e chega a hora de "namorar" os animais que estão por lá à venda ou doação. E todo dia tem um que me encanta.&lt;br /&gt;Dessa vez foi a Menina lhasa! Com direito a foto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862901229867083111-5812279063873455293?l=anapaulabritto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/feeds/5812279063873455293/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862901229867083111&amp;postID=5812279063873455293' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/5812279063873455293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862901229867083111/posts/default/5812279063873455293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapaulabritto.blogspot.com/2009/11/tentacao.html' title='Menina'/><author><name>Ana Paula Britto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346533050882536856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmiU6f-X740/Tdf9pXXVqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/X5rnUOplzvc/s220/imagem%2B1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzBRjshnqPU/Su49EH7Ou1I/AAAAAAAAAmE/NJx1e4aAyvM/s72-c/Foto-0374.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
