<?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-1706816820878137120</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:22:33.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Milca Santos</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>173</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-3808010122319325711</id><published>2011-09-10T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T15:36:56.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanhã fazem exatamente 10 anos do atentado terrorista que chocou o país :~(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ia_os4IA3A/Tmvlc8jrbII/AAAAAAAAAP8/kSBuHmtWNRw/s1600/torres_11_setembro.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ia_os4IA3A/Tmvlc8jrbII/AAAAAAAAAP8/kSBuHmtWNRw/s400/torres_11_setembro.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650862442921290882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jyVc1dsIqLY/Tmvk9Ad7amI/AAAAAAAAAPs/WkPiREPlHLE/s1600/download.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jyVc1dsIqLY/Tmvk9Ad7amI/AAAAAAAAAPs/WkPiREPlHLE/s400/download.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650861894215101026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;div class="titulocategoria" style="font-size: 13px; margin-left: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; margin-right: 7px; line-height: 13px; margin-top: 15px; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-size: 13px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;11 de Setembro: O atentado terrorista que mudou o mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="textodestaques" style="font-size: 12px; padding-top: 5px; padding-left: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-right: 7px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A destruição das Torres Gémeas nos Estados Unidos nos atentados da Al-Qaeda há oito anos marcaram o início de um novo ciclo com o qual o mundo ficou mais inseguro e sobretudo mais à beira do abismo. O mundo nunca havia visto nada assim. O atentado que fez despenhar dois aviões nos edifícios foi tão devastador (mais de 3000 mortos) que até o grupo terrorista que os planeou e executou não teve coragem de o reivindicar inicialmente, só o fazendo bastante mais tarde a 27 de Dezembro desse mesmo ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;Os ataques terroristas de 11 de Setembro, foram uma série de ataques suicidas, coordenados pela Al-Qaeda contra alvos civis nos Estados Unidos da América em 11 de Setembro de 2001.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;div class="textodestaques" style="font-size: 12px; padding-top: 5px; padding-left: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-right: 7px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na manhã deste dia, quatro aviões comerciais foram sequestrados, vindo dois deles a colidir contra as torres do World Trade Center em Manhattan, Nova York. Um terceiro avião, o American Airlines Flight 77, foi direcionado pelos sequestradores para uma colisão contra o Pentágono, no Condado de Arlington, Virgínia. Os destroços do quarto avião, que atingiria o Capitólio, o United Airlines Flight 93, foram encontrados espalhados num campo próximo de Shanksville, Pensilvânia. A versão oficial apresentada pelo governo norte-americano reporta que os passageiros enfrentaram os supostos sequestradores e que, durante este ataque, o avião viria a cair. Os atentados causariam a morte de 3234 pessoas e o desaparecimento de 24.&lt;br /&gt;Desde a Guerra de 1812, esse foi o primeiro ataque imposto por forças inimigas em território americano. Causado por uma célula terrorista ligada à rede Al Qaeda, esse inimigo invisível deixou um saldo de mortes superior a 3 mil. Para se ter uma ideia quantitativa de seu resultado arrasador, só o ataque em si excedeu o saldo de aproximadamente 2400 militares norte-americanos mortos no ataque sem aviso prévio dos japoneses à base naval de Pearl Harbor em 1941; além disso, essa terrível demonstração de impunidade foi caprichosamente planeada e direccionada aos símbolos americanos, praticada impunemente, e tendo como armas aviões comerciais.&lt;br /&gt;Para além da destruição das torres gémeas de 110 andares cada uma, cinco edifícios do World Trade Center ficaram destruídos ou seriamente danificados, quatro estações do metro de Nova York e a igreja cristã ortodoxa de São Nicolau. No total, 25 edifícios em Manhattan sofreram danos e sete edifícios do complexo do World Trade Center foram arrasados. Mais tarde, o Deutsche Bank Building situado na rua Libery Street e o Borough of Manhattan Community College’s Fiterman Hall tiveram que ser demolidos devido ao estado em que se encontravam. Vários equipamentos de comunicações também sofreram danos. As antenas de telecomunicações da Torre Norte caíram com seu desmoronamento.&lt;br /&gt;Em Arlington, uma parte do Pentágono foi severamente danificada pelo fogo e impacto do avião. Uma secção inteira do edifício foi derrubada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;As investigações do Governo dos Estados Unidos incluíram a operação do FBI, a maior da história com mais de 7.000 agentes envolvidos. Os resultados desta determinaram que Al-Qaeda e Osama bin Laden tinham responsabilidade dos atentados. A idêntica conclusão chegaram as investigações do governo britânico.&lt;br /&gt;Sua declaração de guerra santa contra os Estados Unidos, e uma frota firmada por Bin Laden e outros chamando a matar a civis norte-americanos em 1998, são consideradas por muitos como evidência de sua motivação para cometer estes actos.&lt;br /&gt;No entanto no próprio dia 16 de Setembro de 2001, Bin Laden negou qualquer participação nos atentados lendo um comunicado que foi emitido por ele por um canal de televisão via satélite do Qatar, a Al Jazeera e posteriormente emitido em numerosas cadeias americanas. “Insisto que não executei este acto, que parece ter sido executado por indivíduos com seus próprios motivos.”&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto, em novembro de 2001, as Forças Armadas dos Estados Unidos da América encontraram uma fita de vídeo caseiro numa casa destruída em Jalalabad, Afeganistão, onde Osama bin Laden reconhece ter planeado os ataques: “Nós calculamos por adiantado a quantidade de baixas do inimigo, que morreríam por ficarem presos na torre. Nós calculamos que os andares que deveriam ser prejudicados eram três ou quatro. Eu era o mais optimista de todos… devido a minha experiência neste campo. Pensava que o fogo da gasolina do avião derreteria a estrutura de ferro do edifício e somente faria colapsar a área onde o avião chocara e os andares acima. Isso era todo o que esperávamos.”&lt;br /&gt;No dia 27 de Dezembro de 2001, foi difundido outro vídeo de Bin Laden no qual afirma: “Ocidente em geral, e os Estados Unidos em particular, têm um ódio pelo islão. O terrorismo contra os Estados Unidos é benéfico e está justificado.”&lt;br /&gt;Pouco antes das eleições presidenciais dos Estados Unidos de 2004, num comunicado por vídeo, Bin Laden reconheceu publicamente a responsabilidade da al-Qaeda nos atentados dos Estados Unidos, e admitiu sua implicação directa nos ataques. Disse “nós decidimos destruir as torres na América… Deus sabe que não nos ocorreu originalmente essa ideia, mas nossa paciência se esgotou diante da injustiça e inflexibilidade da aliança entre Americanos e Israelitas contra o nosso povo na Palestina e no Líbano e então a ideia surgiu na minha mente.”&lt;br /&gt;Em uma fita de áudio transmitida pela Al Jazeera em 21 de Maio de 2006, Bin Laden disse que ele dirigiu pessoalmente os 19 sequestradores. Outro vídeo obtido pela Al Jazeera em Setembro de 2006 mostra Osama bin Laden com Ramzi Binalshibh, assim como dois dos sequestradores, Hamza al-Ghamdi e Wail al-Shehri, fazendo preparações para os atentados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;A Comissão Nacional sobre os Ataques Terroristas contra os Estados Unidos foi formada pelo governo dos Estados Unidos e é habitualmente conhecida como Comissão 11 de Setembro. Publicou uma informação em 22 de Julho de 2004, concluindo que os atentados foram elaborados e executados por membros da al-Qaeda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Foram cerca de 1200 estrangeiros que foram presos e encarcerados secretamente em relação à investigação dos ataques de 11 de Setembro, ainda que o governo não tenha divulgado o número exacto.&lt;br /&gt;Os métodos entretanto utilizados pelo Estado para investigar e deter suspeitos têm sido severamente criticados por organizações de direitos humanos como Human Rights Watch [18] e chefes de governo como a chanceler alemã Angela Merkel.&lt;br /&gt;Foi na sequência deste ataque que os Estados Unidos invadiram o Iraque com as consequências já conhecidas, que projectaram o mundo numa espiral de insegurança terrível. O mundo ficou mais inseguro e o terrorismo ganhou um alento e protagonismo que já não conhecia desde os anos setenta no Médio Oriente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;                                                                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ზ Luto Eterno (w)&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/1706816820878137120-3808010122319325711?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/3808010122319325711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/09/amanha-fazem-exatamente-10-anos-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/3808010122319325711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/3808010122319325711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/09/amanha-fazem-exatamente-10-anos-do.html' title='Amanhã fazem exatamente 10 anos do atentado terrorista que chocou o país :~('/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ia_os4IA3A/Tmvlc8jrbII/AAAAAAAAAP8/kSBuHmtWNRw/s72-c/torres_11_setembro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-8594266337608864239</id><published>2011-09-10T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T15:27:34.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>È Loucura...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#333333;background: white"&gt;Odiar todas as rosas porque uma te espetou... Entregar todos os seus sonhos porque um deles não se realizou... Perder a fé em todas as orações porque numa não foste atendido... Desistir de todos os esforços porque um deles fracassou... Condenar todas as amizades porque uma te traiu... Descrer de todo o amor porque um deles te foi infiel... Jogar fora todas as chances de ser feliz porque uma tentativa não deu certo... Seguirei lembrando que sempre há uma outra chance... Uma outra amizade... Um outro amor... Uma nova força... É só ser perseverante e procurar ser mais feliz a cada dia. Altos e baixos fazem parte da vida! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-8594266337608864239?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/8594266337608864239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/09/e-loucura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/8594266337608864239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/8594266337608864239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/09/e-loucura.html' title='È Loucura...'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-6537989472669131205</id><published>2011-09-10T15:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T15:26:54.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De minha autoria  *0*</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- È sabemos como é a vida, um dia dar tudo certo no outro as coisas já não são tão perfeitas assim... Altos e baixos juntos, para ajudar-nos a construir nosso caráter, mostrando-nos que nem sempre aquilo que queremos é realmente o melhor pra nós. Ajudando-nos a enxergar que nossos erros na verdade servem de lição, não para que sejam repetidos e sim para que sejam refletidos... Enfim, vou vivendo cada dia de uma vez, lembrando que sempre há um amanhã, é claro quer todos os dias vivo coisas iguais de maneiras diferentes, caindo e tentando levantar. Mas o principal é que, tento sempre lembrar           que se tudo que ocorreu, não foi da forma que eu gostaria saber que já não sou a mesma de ontem mim faz perceber que realmente tudo que fiz e vivi valeu a pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-6537989472669131205?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/6537989472669131205/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/09/de-minha-autoria-0.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/6537989472669131205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/6537989472669131205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/09/de-minha-autoria-0.html' title='De minha autoria  *0*'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-6334324814940635525</id><published>2011-09-10T15:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T15:24:55.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos... nunca desista deles ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: 700; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: black; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(221, 238, 255); "&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: black; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(221, 238, 255); "&gt;or muitas vezes na vida, não sabemos que atitudes tomar, como e quando devemos agir. E se após esta ação algo irá mudar e se esta foi realmente certa. É ai que entram em ação os nossos sonhos. Eles são partículas de realidades que gostaríamos que acontecessem. Na maioria dos casos, eles nada mais passam do que imaginações mesmo e são desenvolvidas por nossas mentes, nossos corações, e de lá não saem. Mas a um período na vida, em que temos que devemos nos decidir. Ver o quanto vale à pena cada fragmento de sonho e lutar. Correr atrás de nossos objetivos, de nossos ideais para assim conseguir viver. Eu acredito que a melhor maneira para encarar a vida, é depositar em uma boa razão para vivermos, nos nossos sonhos. Eles ao contrário de pessoas, não nos machucam, mas sim nos surpreendem a cadadia. Sonhar é talvez como respirar, fazemos constantemente e sem perceber, e é bem assim que deve ser. &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/1706816820878137120-6334324814940635525?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/6334324814940635525/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/09/sonhos-nunca-desista-deles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/6334324814940635525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/6334324814940635525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/09/sonhos-nunca-desista-deles.html' title='Sonhos... nunca desista deles ;)'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-998517582862629923</id><published>2011-08-04T11:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T11:23:34.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lição de vida !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; " &gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;O parto da girafa é feito com ela em pé, de modo que a primeira coisa que acontece com o recém-nascido é uma queda de aproximadamente dois metros.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Ainda tonto, o animal tenta firmar-se nas quatro patas, mas a mãe tem um comportamento estranho: ela dá um leve chute, e a girafinha cai de novo ao solo. Tenta levantar-se, e é de novo derrubada.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;O processo se repete várias vezes, até que o recém-nascido, exausto, já não consegue mais ficar de pé.  Neste momento, a mãe novamente o instiga com a pata, forçando a levantar-se. E já não o derruba mais.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;A explicação é simples: para sobreviver aos animais predadores, a primeira lição que a girafa deve aprender é levantar-se rápido.  A aparente crueldade da mãe encontra total apoio em um provérbio árabe: “às vezes, para ensinar algo bom, é preciso ser um pouco rude”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-998517582862629923?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/998517582862629923/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/08/licao-de-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/998517582862629923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/998517582862629923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/08/licao-de-vida.html' title='Lição de vida !'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-4481326518062279345</id><published>2011-07-02T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T10:08:16.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>09 de Julho Canta Recife</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px; "&gt;Pela primeira vez juntos em Recife, Aline Barros , Oficina G3, Kleber Lucas e Khorus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px; "&gt;Pista: 20 reais ( Meia ) 40 ( Inteira ) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px; "&gt;Front Stage: 50 reais ( Meia ) 100 ( Inteira )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px; "&gt;Camarote 1º Piso ( 10 Pessoas : 700 Reais&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px; "&gt;Camarote 2º Piso ( 10 Pessoas ): 600 Reais&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px; "&gt;Lojas Renner e Bilheteria do Chevrolet Hall&lt;/p&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/1706816820878137120-4481326518062279345?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4481326518062279345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/07/09-de-julho-canta-recife.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/4481326518062279345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/4481326518062279345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/07/09-de-julho-canta-recife.html' title='09 de Julho Canta Recife'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-8849613480915809444</id><published>2011-06-11T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T06:31:03.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser ou Ter ?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;Nossa correria diária não nos deixa parar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;para perceber se o que temos já não é&lt;br /&gt;o suficiente para nossa vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Nos preocupamos muito em TER: ter isso,&lt;br /&gt;ter aquilo, comprar isso, comprar aquilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Os anos vão passando, quando nos damos&lt;br /&gt;conta, esquecemos do mais importante&lt;br /&gt;que é VIVER e SER FELIZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Muitas vezes para ser Feliz não é preciso&lt;br /&gt;Ter, o mais importante na vida é SER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;As pessoas precisam parar de correr atrás&lt;br /&gt;do Ter e começar a correr atrás do SER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;taghw&gt;Ser Amigo, Ser Amado, Ser Gente.&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Tenho certeza de que, quando SOMOS,&lt;br /&gt;ficamos muito mais Felizes do que&lt;br /&gt;quando Temos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;O SER leva uma vida para se conseguir e&lt;br /&gt;o Ter muitas vezes conseguimos logo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;O SER não se acaba nem se perde com&lt;br /&gt;o tempo, mas o Ter pode terminar logo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;O SER é eterno, o Ter é passageiro. Mesmo&lt;br /&gt;que dure por muito tempo, pode não trazer&lt;br /&gt;a Felicidade... E é aí que vem o vazio&lt;br /&gt;na vida das pessoas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Por isso, tente sempre SER e não Ter.&lt;br /&gt;Assim você sentirá uma Felicidade&lt;br /&gt;sem preço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Espero que você deixe de cobrar o que&lt;br /&gt;fez e o que não fez nos últimos anos e&lt;br /&gt;que você tente o mais importante:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;SER FELIZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-8849613480915809444?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/8849613480915809444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/06/ser-ou-ter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/8849613480915809444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/8849613480915809444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/06/ser-ou-ter.html' title='Ser ou Ter ?!'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-7535942369583046544</id><published>2011-06-11T06:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T06:30:02.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pedra ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;O distraído nela tropeçou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;O bruto a usou como projétil.&lt;br /&gt;O empreendedor, usando-a, construiu.&lt;br /&gt;O camponês, cansado da lida, dela fez assento.&lt;br /&gt;Para meninos, foi brinquedo.&lt;br /&gt;Drummond a poetizou.&lt;br /&gt;Já, Davi, matou Golias, e Michelangelo extraiu-lhe a mais bela escultura...&lt;br /&gt;E em todos esses casos, a diferença não esteve na pedra, mas no homem!&lt;br /&gt;Não existe "pedra" no seu caminho que você não possa aproveitá-la para o seu próprio crescimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;taghw&gt;Independente do tamanho das pedras, no decorrer de sua vida. não existirá uma, que você não possa aproveitá-la para seu crescimento espiritual. Quando a sua pedra atual, tenho certeza que Deus irá te dar sabedoria para mais tarde você olhar para ela, e ter orgulho da maravilhosa experiência que causou em sua vida...&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-7535942369583046544?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/7535942369583046544/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/06/pedra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/7535942369583046544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/7535942369583046544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/06/pedra.html' title='A Pedra ...'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-4978127705782518258</id><published>2011-06-02T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T08:38:50.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minhas palavras :*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x2tOlFiZne4/TeeugaCYyII/AAAAAAAAAPA/oj83aMaK1To/s1600/foto0888.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 117px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x2tOlFiZne4/TeeugaCYyII/AAAAAAAAAPA/oj83aMaK1To/s400/foto0888.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613647332308994178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-9037488760306779446" style="width: 568px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Não tenho muito pra falar, só sei que nada é pra sempre, então aproveite o dia de hoje, não exagere, mais viva intensamente cada instante de sua vida, melhor mesmo é nos arrependermos de ter feito, mais jamais se arrepender de nunca ter tentado [...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Josefin Slab'; font-size: 14px; "&gt;Na vida, tem seus altos e baixos, OU se ganha, ou se perde, não tem como ser vencedor pra vida toda... Mais viver não é, se liberar pro mundo, fazer "o que der na telha", viver, é ser alegre, não deixar que as preocupações do cotidiano acabe com você passe na frente dos teus ideais, viver, é saber amar, é estender a mão a quem mais precisa, é saber valorizar quem REALMENTE SE IMPORTA COM VOCÊ, é orar por quem mais precisa, ou até mesmo por aquelas pessoas que jamais iriam gostar de você, é saber dividir uma opinião que saiba ajudar quem tanto necessita, é amar sem olhar, cor, condições financeiras e muito menos a aparência ... Isso sim é "Viver"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Josefin Slab'; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Josefin Slab'; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Josefin Slab'; font-size: 14px; "&gt;! Milca Santos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-4978127705782518258?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4978127705782518258/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/06/milca-santos-gente-voltei-e-voltei-com.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/4978127705782518258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/4978127705782518258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/06/milca-santos-gente-voltei-e-voltei-com.html' title='Minhas palavras :*'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x2tOlFiZne4/TeeugaCYyII/AAAAAAAAAPA/oj83aMaK1To/s72-c/foto0888.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-9061817894879884876</id><published>2011-06-02T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T07:57:33.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O amor chega assim, do nada, quando menos esperamos, o "Tuntum" está louquinho de amor.... Amo você ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qmw8Po17ecg/Teekxel41ZI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YsUHc11zsFE/s1600/020810774.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qmw8Po17ecg/Teekxel41ZI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YsUHc11zsFE/s400/020810774.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613636630473135506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor: background2;mso-themeshade:26"&gt;Não sei como falar, não tenho nem palavras para definir o que sinto por vocÊ, tanto tempo orando, chorando, morrendo de ciúmes e mesmo assim sem tê-lo comigo, ao meu lado... Eu te amo tanto que nem sei o que dizer, você hj é essencial pra minha vida, um pedaço de mim 8)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor: background2;mso-themeshade:26"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor: background2;mso-themeshade:26"&gt;Sabe amor, esse tempo todo, mim ajudou muuito porque finalmente hoje posso valorizar o que Deus mim deu! Sou tão grata a ele porque Deus mim deu você... eu confesso que sofri muito porque não tive você logo, mais Deus sabe de todas as coisas afinal de contas&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;tudo é no tempo dele, então esperei muito mais hoje estou de posse de vitoria porque finalmente ganhei você e agora tenho você comigo ao meu lado pra todos os momentos... Eu te amo tanto que nem tenho palavras *-*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor: background2;mso-themeshade:26"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor: background2;mso-themeshade:26"&gt;Amor eu nunca vou desistir de você ... e agora que é meu, jamais vou te abandonar, te deixar de lado, você é tão importante pra mim, você mim faz tão bem (8) Acho que hoje sem você não seria a mesma coisa, vale a pena esperar, orar, sofrer, porque no fim, nada mais nada mesmo pode impedir que Deus cumpra com tudo que ele nos prometeu!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor: background2;mso-themeshade:26"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor: background2;mso-themeshade:26"&gt;Quando você chorar eu vou tá aqui pra te abraçar, palavras nem sempre vão adiantar mais você verá escrito no meu olhar, amor jamais deixarei você (8)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor: background2;mso-themeshade:26"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor: background2;mso-themeshade:26"&gt;Te amo, não esquece tá?!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor: background2;mso-themeshade:26"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor: background2;mso-themeshade:26"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;                                                                             &lt;/span&gt;! Milca Santos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-9061817894879884876?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/9061817894879884876/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-amor-chega-assim-do-nada-quando-menos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/9061817894879884876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/9061817894879884876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-amor-chega-assim-do-nada-quando-menos.html' title='O amor chega assim, do nada, quando menos esperamos, o &quot;Tuntum&quot; está louquinho de amor.... Amo você ....'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qmw8Po17ecg/Teekxel41ZI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YsUHc11zsFE/s72-c/020810774.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-7884517417532843033</id><published>2011-06-02T07:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T08:04:27.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dias dos Namorados chegando, que tal uma declaração pro seu amor? por mais simples que seja, tudo que sai do coração é lindo *-*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hF-UxSAySao/TeemcVopwqI/AAAAAAAAAOw/6bOsfRRK1UU/s1600/casais%2Bfake%2B%252819%2529%255B3%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hF-UxSAySao/TeemcVopwqI/AAAAAAAAAOw/6bOsfRRK1UU/s400/casais%2Bfake%2B%252819%2529%255B3%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613638466314814114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor:background2;mso-themeshade:26"&gt;Então, voltei aqui mais uma vez só pra dizer que a cada dia, cada segundo que se passam eu aprendo a te amar mais e mais. Você não foi, você é presente de Deus pra minha vida e é impressionante como eu não canso e como eu gosto de falar isso pra você, mesmo sabendo que eu tou te dando muita moral &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;^^, ashuahsu, mesmo assim Te amo, Te amo e TE amo ;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor:background2;mso-themeshade:26"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor:background2;mso-themeshade:26"&gt;Você é minha metade, sou tão grata a Deus por ele ter colocado você em minha vida, pra completar minha historia e mim ensinar o que é amar ;$&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor:background2;mso-themeshade:26"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor:background2;mso-themeshade:26"&gt;Você bem sabe, que pra mim você chega a ser mais importante que minha própria vida não sei como explicar, antes era tudo eu, agora é tudo você, mais é assim mesmo, não estou aumentando nada e você sabe por que eu te amo tanto, Deus fez você só pra mim fazer ser uma pessoa mais que feliz, mais que completa, minha paixão meu amor pra vida toda, eu Te amo tanto mais tanto mesmo que nem sei como dizer *-*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor:background2;mso-themeshade:26"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor:background2;mso-themeshade:26"&gt;Minha vida não tem sentido sem você!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor:background2;mso-themeshade:26"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor:background2;mso-themeshade:26"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor:background2;mso-themeshade:26"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;Te amo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;color:red"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor: background2;mso-themeshade:26"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor:background2;mso-themeshade:26"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor:background2;mso-themeshade:26"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;                                                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;! MilcaSantos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-7884517417532843033?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/7884517417532843033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/06/dias-dos-namorados-chegando-que-tal-uma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/7884517417532843033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/7884517417532843033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/06/dias-dos-namorados-chegando-que-tal-uma.html' title='Dias dos Namorados chegando, que tal uma declaração pro seu amor? por mais simples que seja, tudo que sai do coração é lindo *-*'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hF-UxSAySao/TeemcVopwqI/AAAAAAAAAOw/6bOsfRRK1UU/s72-c/casais%2Bfake%2B%252819%2529%255B3%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-9037488760306779446</id><published>2011-06-02T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T08:34:17.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minhas palavras :*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3-5qMkSpFhg/TeetXeQI8kI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Lw6Sc4cbWzE/s1600/foto0888.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 117px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3-5qMkSpFhg/TeetXeQI8kI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Lw6Sc4cbWzE/s400/foto0888.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613646079309967938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho muito pra falar, só sei que nada é pra sempre, então aproveite o dia de hoje, não exagere, mais viva intensamente cada instante de sua vida, melhor mesmo é nos arrependermos de ter feito, mais jamais se arrepender de nunca ter tentado [...]&lt;div&gt;Na vida, tem seus altos e baixos, OU se ganha, ou se perde, não tem como ser vencedor pra vida toda... Mais viver não é, se liberar pro mundo, fazer "o que der na telha", viver, é ser alegre, não deixar que as preocupações do cotidiano acabe com você passe na frente dos teus ideais, viver, é saber amar, é estender a mão a quem mais precisa, é saber valorizar quem REALMENTE SE IMPORTA COM VOCÊ, é orar por quem mais precisa, ou até mesmo por aquelas pessoas que jamais iriam gostar de você, é saber dividir uma opinião que saiba ajudar quem tanto necessita, é amar sem olhar, cor, condições financeiras e muito menos a aparência ... Isso sim é "Viver"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                            ! Milca Santos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-9037488760306779446?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/9037488760306779446/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/06/gente-voltei-e-voltei-com-tudo-coracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/9037488760306779446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/9037488760306779446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/06/gente-voltei-e-voltei-com-tudo-coracao.html' title='Minhas palavras :*'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3-5qMkSpFhg/TeetXeQI8kI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Lw6Sc4cbWzE/s72-c/foto0888.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-8872481528345622582</id><published>2011-04-07T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T13:39:21.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt;Se você já é casada, lembre-se de tudo o que você fez antes de se casar... Se ainda não é, pergunte-se tudo o que você faria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt;Com certeza, são tantas as coisas, que até precisamos de ajuda. Vamos analisar por partes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt;ATENÇÃO: Isso é uma ilustração. Tente escontrar-se nela. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt;Você&lt;br /&gt;está a espera do seu amado, ora e sonha com o dia especial. Dia que&lt;br /&gt;conhece seu príncipe encantado e são felizes para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt;Uma&lt;br /&gt;vez que o achamos, nós sorrimos juntos, choramos juntos, passeamos&lt;br /&gt;bastante, andamos lado a lado. O coração bate forte, desejamos ficar&lt;br /&gt;juntos para sempre e pra isso o casamento é a solução. Começam então os&lt;br /&gt;preparativos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt;1- Trabalha um pouquinho mais, para juntar um dinheirinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt;2- Começa a pensar em mobiliar um imóvel, alugado ou proprio, dependendo de sua condição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt;3- Com o dia já marcado, contrata pessoas para lhe ajudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt;4- Você cuida da decoração. Gostaria que as flores fossem vermelhas e brancas. Ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt;5- Você irá cuidar da comida, lembre-se: precisa ser a melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt;6- Procura seu vestido... Não importa o quanto vai gastar, é preciso estar linda. É o grande dia!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt;7- Quem irá fazer a maquiagem e o cabelo? Você procura a melhor cabeleireira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt;8- E as fotos? Melhores recordações da sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt;9- A filmagem... ela é um pouco cara, mas é muito importante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt;10- Onde irá passar a lua de mel? Na praia ou nas montanhas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: 700; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt;E por mais que sejamos muito organizadas e tenhamos toda ajuda do mundo, na última hora sempre acaba faltando alguma coisa. rsrs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt;Queridos, com essa ilustração eu gostaria de fazê-los refletir em sua vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;nosso relacionamento com Jesus é descrito nas escrituras com um&lt;br /&gt;relacionamento marital, onde o noivo se prepara para encontrar sua&lt;br /&gt;noiva. E o grande dia do casamento será quando ele vier nos buscar e&lt;br /&gt;teremos a tão esperada bodas do Cordeiro. Onde o noivo e a noiva&lt;br /&gt;celebram para sempre o casamento. Nunca mais ninguém os separará.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt;Eu&lt;br /&gt;gostaria de lembrar que você é a noiva, e sendo assim, quais tem sido&lt;br /&gt;seus preparativos para o grande dia? O seu vestido continua branquinho,&lt;br /&gt;ou já está amarelado de tanto tempo você esperar e nada dele vir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;a sua empolgação com o dia da festa? Este dia continua sendo o dia mais&lt;br /&gt;importante da sua vida, ou alguma outra coisa roubou isto de você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt;Noiva amada, este é um lembrete do seu amado:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt;Prepare-se&lt;br /&gt;para minha vinda, logo virei buscar-te. Nosso casamento se aproxima e&lt;br /&gt;espero encontrar-te pronta. Eu não desisti do nosso casamento. E prometi&lt;br /&gt;que viria e virei. Estou é dando um tempinho para que você se&lt;br /&gt;apronte... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt;Te amo muito! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt;**Jesus Cristo**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt;Não&lt;br /&gt;perca mais tempo! Reflita nos preparativos que devemos ter para o&lt;br /&gt;casamento natural e julgue você mesmo se os seus preparativos&lt;br /&gt;espirituais estão de acordo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt;Lembre-se&lt;br /&gt;da parábola das 10 virgens. Todas elas esperavam o noivo. 5 dormiram,&lt;br /&gt;cansaram-se de esperá-lo e foi neste momento que ele veio. Não desista&lt;br /&gt;da tua caminhada. Jesus espera celebrar junto com você as bodas do&lt;br /&gt;Cordeiro no céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt;Thaís Heidemann Itaborahy&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/1706816820878137120-8872481528345622582?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/8872481528345622582/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/8872481528345622582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/8872481528345622582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-3879765003271096514</id><published>2011-03-28T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T04:42:48.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Você acredita em Fatos ou Realidades?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoFooter"&gt;Muitas pessoas crêem em coisas sobrenaturais, &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;são fatos a serem discutidos mais que muitas pessoas não dão ouvidos! Uma pergunta fica no ar... &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;Por que pra ouvir a verdadeira palavras muitos se fecham, mais pra ouvir falsas profecias muitos se abrem, e acabam dando o seu melhor, deixando tudo de lado pra dar valor a essas crenças?!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoFooter"&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;mso-themecolor:text1"&gt;Eu particularmente acho muito interessante e chego até admirar os&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;chamados&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;TESTEMUNHOS DE JEOVÁ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia; mso-themecolor:text1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;mso-themecolor: text1"&gt;por que se focam mesmo, estudam, a vida deles é só naquilo que acham que é a verdade que vai trazer a salvação! só não admiro a forma com que eles entendem a&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bíblia Sagrada...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoFooter"&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;mso-themecolor:text1"&gt;A Bíblia é a realidade, é as palavras de Deus, os verdadeiros fatos que hoje estão sendo ocorridos lá já estavam escritos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;, por que será?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;mso-themecolor:text1"&gt; Por que tanta gente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;não acredita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;mso-themecolor:text1"&gt; Pare pra pensar,&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;como tanta coisa que esta acontecendo hoje e que na Bíblia já havia sido escrito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia; mso-themecolor:text1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;mso-themecolor: text1"&gt;Como é que homens poderiam criar um livro no qual o futuro estaria escrito, os fatos ocorridos hoje, já estão em profecia, já estão escritos, pare e pense!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoFooter"&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;mso-themecolor:text1"&gt;Única resposta&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;Jesus Cristo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia; mso-themecolor:text1"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;mso-themecolor: text1"&gt;é ele a verdadeira resposta e por que tanta gente não consegue enchegar? Por que tantas pessoas preferem pensar que um simples &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;pedaço de barro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;mso-themecolor:text1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia; mso-themecolor:text1"&gt;pode lhe&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;trazer&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;cura, vida, saúde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;mso-themecolor:text1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia; mso-themecolor:text1"&gt;e até mesmo a&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;SALVAÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;mso-themecolor:text1"&gt;?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoFooter"&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;mso-themecolor:text1"&gt;Ou preferem dar valor a um demônio, que &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;pode lhe dar, carro, dinheiro, fama e tantas coisas, mais o principal ele não pode lhe dar... Isso é realidade é fato! Essas coisas materias ele dar mesmo, mas ele toma, mas e aí vem a pergunta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;: a troco de que uma pessoa entrega sua alma para ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;mso-themecolor:text1"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;Vida eterna, isso também é verdade mais você sabe onde é essa vida eterna?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;mso-themecolor: text1"&gt; O diabo não dar nada, é tudo ilusão, ele só quer sua alma mais nada, não vá até ele pensando que você terá uma vida eterna e ótima aqui na terra, não, antes mesmo dele lhe levar, você ira perder tudo que tens, &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;aqui mesmo, onde ele ”lhe deu”, e ai não terás mas como voltar a trás, por que será tarde demais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;Mas eu espero que você que está lendo está mensagem que eu criei com o propósito de lhe mostrar que tudo aqui é pura ilusão, se arrependa dos teus pecados e ai mesmo com a mão no mouse e com os olhos vidrados &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;na tela desse computador, aceite a Cristo como único e verdadeiro salvador, ele sim pode te dar tudo que você necessita, ele sim nunca te abandonará, e com ele sim terás vida eterna...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoFooter"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;Esse Deus pelo qual estou mim referindo é o verdadeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;, o Deus que criou tudo e todos, o Deus dos cristãos o que TEM &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;OLHOS E VER, TEM BOCA E FALA, E TEM OUVIDOS E OUVI!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoFooter"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;Não aquele que tem todos esse atributos mais não ver, não fala, e não ouvi!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoFooter"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoFooter"&gt;&lt;span&gt;                                                             &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Edição e criação: &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;MilcaSantos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; ;28-03-2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-3879765003271096514?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/3879765003271096514/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/03/voce-acredita-em-fatos-ou-realidades.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/3879765003271096514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/3879765003271096514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/03/voce-acredita-em-fatos-ou-realidades.html' title='Você acredita em Fatos ou Realidades?'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-7177948605666480147</id><published>2011-03-27T11:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T11:26:16.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Versículos do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue Light', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; color: rgb(46, 52, 54); "&gt;&lt;p class="ot verse" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 1.2em; color: rgb(46, 52, 54); outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 50px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: 300; font-style: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.4em; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;Então clamamos ao SENHOR Deus de nossos pais; e o SENHOR ouviu a nossa voz, e atentou para a nossa miséria, e para o nosso trabalho, e para a nossa opressão.&lt;a href="http://www.bibliaonline.com.br/acf/dt/26/7" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(52, 101, 164); outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-decoration: none; text-align: right; white-space: nowrap; display: block; float: right; "&gt;Deuteronômio 26:7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="nt verse" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 1.2em; color: rgb(46, 52, 54); outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 50px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: 300; font-style: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.4em; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;E o mar se levantou, porque um grande vento assoprava. E, tendo navegado uns vinte e cinco ou trinta estádios, viram a Jesus, andando sobre o mar e aproximando-se do barco; e temeram. Mas ele lhes disse: Sou eu, não temais.&lt;a href="http://www.bibliaonline.com.br/acf/jo/6/18,19,20" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(52, 101, 164); outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-decoration: none; text-align: right; white-space: nowrap; display: block; float: right; "&gt;João 6:18,19,20&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-7177948605666480147?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/7177948605666480147/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/03/versiculos-do-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/7177948605666480147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/7177948605666480147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/03/versiculos-do-dia.html' title='Versículos do dia'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-3581688314783855788</id><published>2011-03-27T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T11:22:15.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Últimas notícias : Mariah Carey quase dá à luz em seu aniversário....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vaZuelLXAQg/TY9_09CAR9I/AAAAAAAAANw/Z8jXWoJOCE0/s1600/Mariah%2BCarey.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 382px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vaZuelLXAQg/TY9_09CAR9I/AAAAAAAAANw/Z8jXWoJOCE0/s400/Mariah%2BCarey.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588826210302969810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cantora teve contrações e foi levada ao hospital&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; line-height: 16px; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;taghw&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; line-height: 16px; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;taghw&gt;Mariah Carey começou seu &lt;a href="http://ofuxico.terra.com.br/noticias-sobre-famosos/mariah-carey-quase-da-a-luz-em-seu-aniversario/2011/03/27-100620.html#" style="color: rgb(211, 87, 25); outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; text-decoration: underline; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: initial; "&gt;aniversário&lt;/a&gt; de 41 anos, neste domingo (27), no hospital. A cantora, que está grávida de quase nove meses, teve as primeiras contrações e foi levada direto para maternidade. Porém, o alarme foi falso.&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; line-height: 16px; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;taghw&gt;"Os bebês realmente queriam &lt;a href="http://ofuxico.terra.com.br/noticias-sobre-famosos/mariah-carey-quase-da-a-luz-em-seu-aniversario/2011/03/27-100620.html#" style="color: rgb(211, 87, 25); outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; text-decoration: underline; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: initial; "&gt;celebrar&lt;/a&gt; o aniversário com a gente. Eu tive as primeiras contrações na última noite e fui levada ao hospital, mas falaram que eu podia voltar para casa e que eu tenho mais algumas semanas pela frente. Estou pronta!", contou Mariah, em seu Twitter.&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; line-height: 16px; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;A cantora está grávida de gêmeos, frutos do seu casamento com o produtor Nick Cannon, com que está junto há três anos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-3581688314783855788?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/3581688314783855788/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/03/por-renan-botelho-foto-bang-27032011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/3581688314783855788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/3581688314783855788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/03/por-renan-botelho-foto-bang-27032011.html' title='Últimas notícias : Mariah Carey quase dá à luz em seu aniversário....'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vaZuelLXAQg/TY9_09CAR9I/AAAAAAAAANw/Z8jXWoJOCE0/s72-c/Mariah%2BCarey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-6412049795651565113</id><published>2011-03-16T13:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T13:08:32.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>letra de um hino de Damares:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Um novo vencedor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Está surgindo ai um novo vencedor,&lt;br /&gt;Ele é alguém do Coração de Deus,&lt;br /&gt;Um novo nome ouvirá sobre essa terra,&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe, este nome seja o seu...&lt;br /&gt;Esse alguém que o Senhor vai levantar,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez, seja o menor que está aqui,&lt;br /&gt;De repente, ele seja o último a sentar à mesa como fez Davi...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;E esse novo vencedor que vai surgir,&lt;br /&gt;Tem no peito um coração cheio de amor,&lt;br /&gt;Capaz de perdoar quem lhe feriu,&lt;br /&gt;E de amar alguém que só lhe desprezou...&lt;br /&gt;Ele é exatamente igual você,&lt;br /&gt;O seu perfil é de alguém que já sofreu,&lt;br /&gt;Deus está anunciando um novo nome,&lt;br /&gt;Tem grande chance de esse nome ser o seu!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Você se sente tão pequeno,&lt;br /&gt;Em um vale escuro e frio,&lt;br /&gt;Seu gemido dói na alma...&lt;br /&gt;Traz à pele um arrepio...&lt;br /&gt;Você se sente tão pequeno,&lt;br /&gt;Nessa terra de gigante,&lt;br /&gt;Aonde o doce fica amargo...&lt;br /&gt;Porque a dor é incessante!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Aonde o grande pisa no pequeno,&lt;br /&gt;Sem olhar se está ferindo ou se está matando...&lt;br /&gt;Aonde a escada do sucesso é tão alta&lt;br /&gt;Que os degraus se sobem escalando...&lt;br /&gt;Mas, é nessa terra de gigante, dentro desse vale escuro,&lt;br /&gt;Que Deus vai fazer você brilhar,&lt;br /&gt;Você pode se sentir tão pequeno,&lt;br /&gt;Mas, teu Deus é grande pra te levantar...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Deus vai bradar, anunciar em alta voz pra o universo ouvir,&lt;br /&gt;Eis que um novo vencedor está chegando ai,&lt;br /&gt;E vai impactar o mundo com a sua história...&lt;br /&gt;Ele surgiu do anonimato dentro de um vale escuro e frio,&lt;br /&gt;Venceu na terra de gigantes, grandes desafios,&lt;br /&gt;Foi provado e aprovado, agora é só vitória...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Agora é só vitória...&lt;br /&gt;Agora é só vitória...&lt;br /&gt;Agora é só vitória...&lt;br /&gt;Só vitória...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;A prova acabou,&lt;br /&gt;A luta foi embora,&lt;br /&gt;Agora é só vitória...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Só Vitória!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-6412049795651565113?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/6412049795651565113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/03/letra-de-um-hino-de-damares.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/6412049795651565113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/6412049795651565113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/03/letra-de-um-hino-de-damares.html' title='letra de um hino de Damares:'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-2504117005062911488</id><published>2011-03-16T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T13:06:09.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Versículos do dia ( Salmos 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue Light', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; color: rgb(46, 52, 54); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p class="odd" verse="1" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 6px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-style: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.3em; text-align: left; "&gt;Bem-aventurado o homem que não anda segundo o conselho dos ímpios, nem se detém no caminho dos pecadores, nem se assenta na roda dos escarnecedores.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="even" verse="2" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 6px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-style: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.3em; text-align: left; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 236); "&gt;Antes tem o seu prazer na lei do SENHOR, e na sua lei medita de dia e de noite.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="odd" verse="3" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 6px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-style: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.3em; text-align: left; "&gt;Pois será como a árvore plantada junto a ribeiros de águas, a qual dá o seu fruto no seu tempo; as suas folhas não cairão, e tudo quanto fizer prosperará.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="even" verse="4" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 6px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-style: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.3em; text-align: left; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 236); "&gt;Não são assim os ímpios; mas são como a moinha que o vento espalha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="odd" verse="5" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 6px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-style: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.3em; text-align: left; "&gt;Por isso os ímpios não subsistirão no juízo, nem os pecadores na congregação dos justos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="even" verse="6" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 6px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-style: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.3em; text-align: left; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 236); "&gt;Porque o SENHOR conhece o caminho dos justos; porém o caminho dos ímpios perecerá.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-2504117005062911488?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/2504117005062911488/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/03/versiculos-do-dia-salmos-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/2504117005062911488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/2504117005062911488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/03/versiculos-do-dia-salmos-1.html' title='Versículos do dia ( Salmos 1)'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-5969256989151198161</id><published>2011-03-05T09:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T09:52:02.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponto critico, novamente "Ela" causou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Li7mp2bJHb0/TXJyTtUQYEI/AAAAAAAAANo/HPrO9_ZAuFw/s1600/fto_ft2_121750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 364px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Li7mp2bJHb0/TXJyTtUQYEI/AAAAAAAAANo/HPrO9_ZAuFw/s400/fto_ft2_121750.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580648571173101634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vO51qAU1VIo/TXJyTkfqUeI/AAAAAAAAANg/vMceD8zmYWE/s1600/fto_ft1_121750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vO51qAU1VIo/TXJyTkfqUeI/AAAAAAAAANg/vMceD8zmYWE/s400/fto_ft1_121750.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580648568805020130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; " &gt; As baixas temperaturas não impediram que Lady Gaga saísse de um hotel de Toronto nesse sábado, dia 5, com um &lt;em style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;look&lt;/em&gt; pra lá de atrevido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A intérprete de &lt;em style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Bad Romance&lt;/em&gt; chamou muito a atenção ao passear pelas ruas do Canadá usando uma calcinha fio-dental com estampa de oncinha e um sutiã de couro. Além disso, a cantora exibiu o novo&lt;em style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;look&lt;/em&gt;, a franja pintada de preto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem se incomodar com os fotógrafos, a cantora caminhou até o carro que o aguardava perto do hotel. Ao entrar no automóvel, Gaga brincou com os &lt;em style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;paparazzi&lt;/em&gt;que a perseguiam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; " &gt;agora uma pergunta da bogueira: O que leva uma pessoa a se expor dessa forma, só pelo fato de querer chamar atenção?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-5969256989151198161?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5969256989151198161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/03/ponto-critico-novamente-ela-causou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/5969256989151198161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/5969256989151198161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/03/ponto-critico-novamente-ela-causou.html' title='Ponto critico, novamente &quot;Ela&quot; causou...'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Li7mp2bJHb0/TXJyTtUQYEI/AAAAAAAAANo/HPrO9_ZAuFw/s72-c/fto_ft2_121750.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-1801768691929593748</id><published>2011-03-05T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T09:13:37.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Últimas notícias e um ponto critico... Será que vale a pena mesmo, se expor tanto por alguns milhões?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ls1Fwrn2UqA/TXJuA0iJuWI/AAAAAAAAANY/_b8IUiF9ols/s1600/802f5ce728ab0e89ed4396d0f481d4e3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ls1Fwrn2UqA/TXJuA0iJuWI/AAAAAAAAANY/_b8IUiF9ols/s400/802f5ce728ab0e89ed4396d0f481d4e3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580643848646408546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(77, 77, 77); font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 25px; "&gt;Adriana quer R$ 500 mil para posar nua em revista..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(77, 77, 77); font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 25px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(77, 77, 77); font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 25px; "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(77, 77, 77); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;A ex-bbb &lt;a href="http://bbb11.yahoo.net/perfil/20/adriana.html" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adriana Sant'Anna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; estaria em negociações para ser capa de uma das próximas edições da revista &lt;em&gt;Playboy&lt;/em&gt;. Fontes ligadas à revista disseram ao &lt;em&gt;Te Contei!&lt;/em&gt; que a atual miss Campos dos Goytacazes teria pedido R$ 500 mil para posar nua. A proposta ainda não foi fechada e o valor foi considerado alto pela revista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(77, 77, 77); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em geral, a revista não costuma pagar mais do que R$ 200 mil a ex-participantes do reality show. Sem contar o percentual de vendas, que gira em torno de R$ 1 por públicação vendida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adriana deixou o "Big Brother Brasil" no dia 22 de fevereiro, após receber 45% dos votos do público, em um paredão triplo também formado por &lt;a href="http://bbb11.yahoo.net/perfil/21/wesley.html" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wesley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bbb11.yahoo.net/perfil/13/rodrig-o.html" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;Rodrigão&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, seu affair dentro da casa. A moça gerou polêmica depois que teve um romance com o rapaz, já que deixara um namorado fora da casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela também não agradou muito as mulheres do programa, que nutriam por ela uma rivalidade de grandes proporções, encabeçada por &lt;a href="http://bbb11.yahoo.net/perfil/18/maria-melilo.html" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, que declarou ter ciúmes da miss com o músico &lt;a href="http://bbb11.yahoo.net/perfil/7/mauricio.html" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maurício&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-1801768691929593748?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1801768691929593748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/03/ultimas-noticias-e-um-ponto-critico.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/1801768691929593748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/1801768691929593748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/03/ultimas-noticias-e-um-ponto-critico.html' title='Últimas notícias e um ponto critico... Será que vale a pena mesmo, se expor tanto por alguns milhões?'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ls1Fwrn2UqA/TXJuA0iJuWI/AAAAAAAAANY/_b8IUiF9ols/s72-c/802f5ce728ab0e89ed4396d0f481d4e3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-9176021372172159839</id><published>2011-03-04T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T17:26:39.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reportagem da semana: Caso Lavínia  que chocou o país!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1CnsMrll7Es/TXGQronrtNI/AAAAAAAAANQ/gqpfyxMr3uM/s1600/dsacxzbzkimlw039t80uxs7vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1CnsMrll7Es/TXGQronrtNI/AAAAAAAAANQ/gqpfyxMr3uM/s400/dsacxzbzkimlw039t80uxs7vr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580400492601390290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; text-decoration: none; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font: normal normal bold 32px/36px arial; "&gt;Emoção e revolta marcam enterro de Lavínia na Baixada Fluminense&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; text-decoration: none; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 18px/22px arial; "&gt;Criança que foi morta por ex-amante do pai foi enterrada no final da manhã desta quinta-feira (3) em Duque de Caxias&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1CnsMrll7Es/TXGQronrtNI/AAAAAAAAANQ/gqpfyxMr3uM/s1600/dsacxzbzkimlw039t80uxs7vr.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; text-decoration: none; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 14px/20px arial; "&gt;A Polícia Civil do Rio de Janeiro não descarta a participação de uma segunda pessoa no assassinato da menina Lavínia Azeredo de Oliveira, de 6 anos, encontrada morta na manhã da última quarta-feira (2) em um hotel, em Duque de Caxias, na Baixada Fluminense. A ex-amante do pai dela, Luciene Reis Santana, confessou o crime e está presa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; text-decoration: none; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 14px/20px arial; "&gt;O corpo de Lavínia foi sepultado no Cemitério Municipal de Duque de Caxias, nesta quinta-feira (3). O enterro foi acompanhado por cerca de 300 pessoas, sob aplausos e aos gritos de "Justiça".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; text-decoration: none; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 14px/20px arial; "&gt;Os investigadores tentam entender como a assassina teve acesso ao quarto da criança sem a ajuda de ninguém na casa, na madrugada de segunda-feira (28). No dia do crime, além do casal e a filha, 12 pessoas dormiam na casa de dois andares dividida em quatro apartamentos. A motivação para o crime também ainda não está esclarecida.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; text-decoration: none; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 14px/20px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; text-decoration: none; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 14px/20px arial; "&gt;Segundo a polícia, o pai da criança diz que Luciene queria R$ 2 mil e sequestrou a vítima. No entanto, mesmo após confessar o crime, ela negou ter conhecimento da quantia e disse que o matou por vingança, pois Rony queria terminar o relacionamento. "Ainda temos pontos da investigação que não estão fechados", disse o delegado Luciano Pinheiro Zahar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; text-decoration: none; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 14px/20px arial; "&gt;Logo após o enterro, a mãe da Lavínia, a dona de casa Andréia Azeredo, foi levada para a 60ª Delegacia de Polícia para prestar depoimento, mas as declarações foram adiadas. O pai da menina, o professor de educação física Rony dos Santos Oliveira, desmaiou diversas vezes durante o enterro e o novo depoimento dele à polícia ainda não tem data.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; text-decoration: none; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 14px/20px arial; "&gt;No velório, os professores do Centro Educacional Sandra de Oliveira, escola onde o pai lecionava e Lavínia estudava, disseram que estavam surpresos com o fato de ele ter uma amante e estavam estarrecidos após o desfecho tráfico da história.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; text-decoration: none; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 14px/20px arial; "&gt;"Ele sempre foi calmo e pai exemplar. Não acredito no envolvimento dele no crime pelo pai que ele era", disse a dona da escola, Sandra de Oliveira. "Ninguém imaginava. Ele era família. No entanto, o importante é que nenhum erro não justifica um crime bárbaro como este", disse a professora de inglês, Bianca Barbosa, de 37 anos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; text-decoration: none; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 14px/20px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; text-decoration: none; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 14px/20px arial; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; text-decoration: none; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;Histórico&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; text-decoration: none; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 14px/20px arial; "&gt;Lavínia estava desaparecida desde a madrugada de segunda-feira. Na escola, os colegas de turma colocaram mensagens pedindo a volta dela no quadro negro e nas paredes da sala. As professoras comunicaram hoje a morte da criança aos alunos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; text-decoration: none; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 14px/20px arial; "&gt;"Ela sonhava em ser bailarina e tinha uma memória incrível. A cadeira dela continua lá e todos estão abalados, porque planejaram uma festa para a volta da colega", disse a Girleide Conceição, professora da vítima.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; text-decoration: none; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 14px/20px arial; "&gt;De acordo com a polícia, o relacionamento entre Rony e a Luciene durava pouco mais de um ano. A esposa dele sabia da relação. Em pelo menos duas ocasiões, a suspeita esteve com a menina. A mulher disse aos policiais que algumas vezes a amante atendia o celular do marido.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; text-decoration: none; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 14px/20px arial; "&gt;Hoje, os policiais apresentaram o cadarço usado por Luciene para estrangular a criança no Hotel Municipal de Duque de Caxias. Funcionários alegaram à polícia que não notaram quando a menina entrou no local com Luciene. A vítima completaria 7 anos no dia 13.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-9176021372172159839?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/9176021372172159839/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/03/reportagem-da-semana-caso-lavinia-que.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/9176021372172159839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/9176021372172159839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/03/reportagem-da-semana-caso-lavinia-que.html' title='Reportagem da semana: Caso Lavínia  que chocou o país!'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1CnsMrll7Es/TXGQronrtNI/AAAAAAAAANQ/gqpfyxMr3uM/s72-c/dsacxzbzkimlw039t80uxs7vr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-5216109401828516794</id><published>2011-03-03T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T10:55:07.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relatos do Ex-Paquito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5a3q__RBceM/TW_e3VRr6HI/AAAAAAAAANI/H_41ZtvzVr8/s1600/fig10_xuxa_05_cruz_invertida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5a3q__RBceM/TW_e3VRr6HI/AAAAAAAAANI/H_41ZtvzVr8/s400/fig10_xuxa_05_cruz_invertida.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579923505520830578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VfUfSEC3eMc/TW_e3Yig6dI/AAAAAAAAANA/w1HBeeYWs8A/s1600/fig08_xuxa_lotus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VfUfSEC3eMc/TW_e3Yig6dI/AAAAAAAAANA/w1HBeeYWs8A/s400/fig08_xuxa_lotus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579923506396719570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6oczLqefJDk/TW_e3K9aseI/AAAAAAAAAM4/a3iivGy_ik0/s1600/fig05_xuxa_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 153px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6oczLqefJDk/TW_e3K9aseI/AAAAAAAAAM4/a3iivGy_ik0/s400/fig05_xuxa_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579923502751461858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UO5XcT4DiXA/TW_dRKNMCjI/AAAAAAAAAMo/JBc1V4ibpiI/s1600/fig08_xuxa_lotus.jpg" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;pesença do ex-paquito (Xand) reuniu um dos maiores públicos da Filadélfia. Só nesse dia, cerca de 1,2 mil pessoas estiveram reunidas no templo. Com uma história de vida marcante, sobretudo no que se relaciona às histórias vividas pela apresentadora da Rede Globo de Televisão.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Segundo relato de Xand, vários rituais macabros eram realizados "em favor" de Xuxa, alguns inclusive com a presença da apresentadora. De acordo com o testemunho, o nome Xuxa é a união de outros dois nomes: "exu-mirim" (abaixo veremos o que significa "exu") e "xangô" (eXU + XAngô). Neste nome estão depositado todos os trabalhos feitos para Xuxa, que fez questão de inserir o apelido em todos os seus documentos oficiais.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Para se ter noção, esse é o motivo pelo qual Xuxa não pode se quer pronunciar o nome de Jesus, tragicamente, referindo-se ao Rei dos Reis somente como "o cara lá de cima". Todo esse mal se reflete na vida da apresentadora que, apesar da fama e dos milhões, em recente entrevista ao Programa do Jô, quando foi perguntada sobre qual o maior desejo de sua vida, a resposta foi imediata: "eu quero ter felicidade".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; ____________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;________x__________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Nos EUA Xuxa também causou polêmica com seus beijinhos, roupas, músicas e modo de falar; ela era considerada sexy demais para apresentar um programa infantil, recebendo assimo apelido de "A rainha dos grandinhos".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Xuxa também fez filmes pornográficos, um deles com um menino de apenas 10 anos (ver foto abaixo). Mas infelizmente essas "pérolas" não podem ser mais encontradas, pois Xuxa pagou ao governo para retirarem suas fitas das locadoras. Esse contrato vai até 2005.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cena do filme pornográfico que Xuxa fez onde vemos um menino de apenas 10 anos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Mensagens Subliminares em músicas de Xuxa como Doce Mel, Meu Cãozinho Xuxo e marquei um X, também são encontradas:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Na música "Meu Cãozinho Xuxo", quando executada ao contrário, ouve-se a seguinte mensagem: "Meu anjo é o diabo... esse seu amor que recebo".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Na música "Marquei um X", observe que ela fala três vezes o X (Xis), ou seja, Xis, Xis e Xis, considerando que Xis invertido é Six (Seis em inglês), teremos Six, Six e Six (o numero da besta). Esta mesma música quando executado ao contrário, ouve-se a seguinte mensagem: "I found exu, exu, exu é rei" ("I found" = "eu encontrei" em inglês).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Na música "Doce Mel", quando executada ao contrário, ouve-se a seguinte mensagem: "Agora amarei Xuxa afronte Javé". Javé é um profeta!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Exu: entidade poderosa, escravo de Omulu; seus fetiches são um crânio com duas tíbias cruzadas (símbolo encontrado em muitos lugares, como bandeiras de navios piratas nos filmes), um tridente e um bastão de ferro ou de aço; o seu dia é segunda-feira, suas cores são o preto e o vermelho, considerado um orixá poderoso e defensor do bem e do mal.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Xangô: cores vermelho e branco.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Coincidentemente" este disco se chama "Luz No Meu Caminho", e tem as cores de exu e xangô, os dois nomes que supostamente formam o nome de Xuxa segundo Xand, seu ex-paquito. Veja a foto do disco (à esquerda):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3-HvDgCpBug/TW_c3p2vppI/AAAAAAAAAMg/32pMMq-J26E/s1600/fig08_xuxa_lotus.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-5216109401828516794?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5216109401828516794/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/03/relatos-do-ex-paquito.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/5216109401828516794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/5216109401828516794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/03/relatos-do-ex-paquito.html' title='Relatos do Ex-Paquito'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5a3q__RBceM/TW_e3VRr6HI/AAAAAAAAANI/H_41ZtvzVr8/s72-c/fig10_xuxa_05_cruz_invertida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-7903212226648221220</id><published>2011-03-03T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T08:49:38.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>testemunho fortíssimo de  Um Ex-bruxo, "Tio Chico"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;table border="0" width="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="54" colspan="3" class="sobi2_header_center" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(98, 105, 112); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="sobi2_title_name" style="font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); padding-left: 5px; "&gt;   Ex Bruxo Tio Chico - Pr Francisco Vieira      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="54" width="8" class="sobi2_header_right" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(98, 105, 112); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="54"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="49" rowspan="4"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="sobi2_shadow_left" style="background-image: url(http://www.centraldepregadores.com.br/components/com_sobi2/templates/default/shadow_left.jpg); "&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="sobi2_template_background" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(230, 230, 230); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt; Ex bruxo Tio Chico, ex maçom grau 32 e filho de grãn mestre do estado do Ceará, ex homossexual, bestial (sexo com animais) ex etc. Já sofreu atentado de morte e tem sido ameaçado como menciona no seu testemunho. Recentemente violentaram e mataram sua filha de 12 anos com dois tiros na cabeça. Ligaram pra ele e disseram que fizeram isso para ele calar a boca pois estava falando demais. Ele prontamente como um mensageiro que tem compromisso com Deus, retrucou dizendo que agora o mundo inteiro vai saber por sua boca quem é satanás. Ele foi PISTOLEIRO de várias autoridades do nordeste. Praticava necrofilia nos cemitérios (relações sexuais com mortos) e praticava ainda canibalismo (comia carne de defuntos). Fala dos três pactos de sangue que fez com satanás. Fez vários abortos no centro espírita e depois oferecia estes bebês a satanás e os comia. Num destes rituais sacrificou a sua própria filha de 2 anos, a qual foi entregue em um dos pactos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em outra ocasião deu dois tiros no seu filho de 8 anos que após vários dias de internação, sobreviveu. Com todo este currículo demoníaco, ele era desde 1983, pai de santo da maior apresentadora de programa INFANTIL do Brasil, a qual fez seu pacto de sangue com satanás para ficar rica e famosa, não podendo falar a palavra Jesus (ela dizia: o cara lá de cima), assim também não podia ter relações sexuais com homens, tendo que viver no lesbianismo. Foi pai de santo de vários políticos, artistas e empresários do Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.centraldepregadores.com.br/franciscovieira/diversos/francisco_vieira_monoteista_mundial.gif" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; float: right; " /&gt;Após seu encontro com Jesus no hospital de base de Brasília onde passou 3 anos e 6 meses internado, saiu ao encontro de sua família, que o abandonou por ter aceitado Jesus como seu único e suficiente salvador, ninguém quiz apoiar pois não havia mais dinheiro, que fora gasto em hospitais e exames particulares. Procurou a Igreja Assembléia de Deus Madureira onde se converteu e conseguiu auxilio e apoio por vários anos. Os anos foram se passando e o seu testemunho alcançou outros estados, saiu da Assembléia de Deus e foi pra igreja Universal onde foi obreiro por 02 anos, devido ao sistema dotrinário a igreja não permitia que ele saisse para testemunhar em outro ministério.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após muitas caminhadas de testemunho, veio então o reconhecimento de Pastor pela Comunidade Monoteista Mundial passou pelo Conselho Federal de Pastores do Brasil. Hoje pela misericórdia de Deus tem testemunhado em todas capitais do Brasil e várias cidades, já esteve nos EUA, Venezuela, Uruguai, Argentina e outros paises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milhões almas tem se entregado ao senhor em somente ouvir o seu testemunho. Hoje como Pastor Missionário tem apoio e congrega em um ministério de Salvador-BA (por segurança só apresentamos credencial as igrejas agendadas). Em fim pedimos oração em nome do Pr. Francisco Vieira, e que Deus possa dar forças para vencer as perseguições e as calúnias.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/1706816820878137120-7903212226648221220?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/7903212226648221220/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/03/testemunho-fortissimo-de-um-ex-bruxo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/7903212226648221220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/7903212226648221220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/03/testemunho-fortissimo-de-um-ex-bruxo.html' title='testemunho fortíssimo de  Um Ex-bruxo, &quot;Tio Chico&quot;'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-898278886178433119</id><published>2011-03-02T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T18:12:11.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olha o que Satanás é capaz de fazer com vidas que dão lugar a ele... Leve a sério não ignore, reconheça Deus como seu único e verdadeiro salvador!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MnOHakHcGjs/TW739t_EVCI/AAAAAAAAAMI/eiXGiHq3GgE/s1600/20110302152045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MnOHakHcGjs/TW739t_EVCI/AAAAAAAAAMI/eiXGiHq3GgE/s400/20110302152045.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579669628046824482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UW-lvN05Wsw/TW739Y4InwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/owvBN79cjZc/s1600/20110302164625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UW-lvN05Wsw/TW739Y4InwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/owvBN79cjZc/s400/20110302164625.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579669622380601090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KfsKXZsSGHs/TW739PYT-hI/AAAAAAAAAL4/rahPu03Jjbk/s1600/20110302153351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KfsKXZsSGHs/TW739PYT-hI/AAAAAAAAAL4/rahPu03Jjbk/s400/20110302153351.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579669619831208466" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KfsKXZsSGHs/TW739PYT-hI/AAAAAAAAAL4/rahPu03Jjbk/s1600/20110302153351.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;A polícia apresentou na tarde desta quarta-feira (2) o resultado da investigação que culminou na prisão de três pessoas acusadas de torturar, queimar, esquartejar e ocultar o corpo de uma professora. O assassinato teria acontecido durante um ritual de magia negra. Os acusados são o pai de santo Paulo Vitor de Araújo, 23 anos, a mãe de santo Elizabete de Lima Santos, 41, e o filho de santo Ailton Félix da Silva, 41. O caso está sendo investigado pelo delegado Felipe Regueira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;A vítima seria Maria Iracema de Morais, moradora do Recife, que ainda será identificada oficialmente. O Instituto de Medicina Legal (IML) não conseguiu identificar a ossada, que será encaminhada para a Paraíba, onde será submetida a um exame de DNA. Os restos mortais foram retirados ontem (1º) de um açude no município de Surubim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;Familiares prestaram queixa do desaparecimento da professora no último dia 11 de fevereiro. No mesmo dia, o filho-de-santo Ailton Félix da Silva esteve no Departamento de Homicídios e Proteção à Pessoa (DHPP), onde afirmou ter sido obrigado a matar Maria Iracema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em sua primeira versão para o crime, Ailton disse que o assassinato teria acontecido em São Lourenço da Mata. No entanto, a polícia não localizou o corpo. Depois, o filho de santo afirmou que o crime aconteceu no bairro do Pina, no Recife. Novamente após os restos mortais da professora não terem sido localizados, ele indicou o açude de Surubim como local onde o corpo estaria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A primeira busca pelo corpo da professora no açude aconteceu na noite do último dia 28 de fevereiro. Como não foi localizado na primeira tentativa, os policiais voltaram ao local ontem (1º).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De acordo com a polícia, Paulo Vitor, que além de pai de santo é tatuador, teria injetado uma substância na professora durante um ritual no terreiro Axé Ilê de Maria Padilha, no bairro do Cordeiro, no Recife. Segundo vizinhos, que não quiseram se identificar, Maria Iracema morava no local.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adormecida, Maria Iracema foi levada até Surubim, onde foi queimada três vezes e esquartejada. Seus restos mortais foram jogados no açude. A faca utilizada no crime foi partida em três pedaços, que foram jogados no mesmo local.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante as investigações, o filho-de-santo Ailton Félix da Silva foi detido após a emissão de um mandado de prisão, na semana passada. Já a mãe de santo Elizabete e o pai de santo  Paulo Vitor foram presos ontem (1º), em flagrante, depois da descoberta do corpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com informações dos repórteres Raphael Guerra e Adaíra Sene&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/1706816820878137120-898278886178433119?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/898278886178433119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/03/olha-o-que-satanas-e-capaz-de-fazer-com.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/898278886178433119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/898278886178433119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/03/olha-o-que-satanas-e-capaz-de-fazer-com.html' title='Olha o que Satanás é capaz de fazer com vidas que dão lugar a ele... Leve a sério não ignore, reconheça Deus como seu único e verdadeiro salvador!'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MnOHakHcGjs/TW739t_EVCI/AAAAAAAAAMI/eiXGiHq3GgE/s72-c/20110302152045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-763992439575789859</id><published>2011-03-01T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T13:35:57.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reportagem da semana : A menina Lobo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FMvpIb9ePOc/TW1mVr1vlOI/AAAAAAAAALw/XNjovGCXfXU/s1600/wolf_child_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FMvpIb9ePOc/TW1mVr1vlOI/AAAAAAAAALw/XNjovGCXfXU/s400/wolf_child_04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579228036113339618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jvK0okRp1hw/TW1mLPSm5BI/AAAAAAAAALo/uJwEBZ9DXBI/s1600/wolf_child_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 373px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jvK0okRp1hw/TW1mLPSm5BI/AAAAAAAAALo/uJwEBZ9DXBI/s400/wolf_child_08.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579227856651084818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mQiV146xoM4/TW1l5vTpHTI/AAAAAAAAALg/oQlPMi8Fq6w/s1600/Garota%2BLobisomen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mQiV146xoM4/TW1l5vTpHTI/AAAAAAAAALg/oQlPMi8Fq6w/s400/Garota%2BLobisomen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579227556007714098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mQiV146xoM4/TW1l5vTpHTI/AAAAAAAAALg/oQlPMi8Fq6w/s1600/Garota%2BLobisomen.jpg"&gt;Supatra Sasuphan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;Sasuphan, tem 11 anos e é uma das 50 pessoas no mundo nas quais se identificou a hipertricose congênita, uma doença genética que faz o cabelo crescer por todo o corpo, inclusive no rosto e no pescoço. Por causa da sua condição, a menina tailandesa entrou para o Guinness Book como a mulher mais peluda do mundo, um motivo para se sentir bem entre os amigos da escola, que a chamavam de &lt;b&gt;"cara de lobo" e "cara de macaco".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;Os primeiros registros dos portadores da anomalia são da Idade Média, mas antes da descoberta de que se trata de uma doença causada por um cromossomo defeituoso, seus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt; portadores eram marcados como lobisomens. Nada pode parar o crescimento dos pêlos, nem mesmo um tratamento a laser.&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/1706816820878137120-763992439575789859?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/763992439575789859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/03/reportagem-da-semana-menina-lobo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/763992439575789859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/763992439575789859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/03/reportagem-da-semana-menina-lobo.html' title='Reportagem da semana : A menina Lobo'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FMvpIb9ePOc/TW1mVr1vlOI/AAAAAAAAALw/XNjovGCXfXU/s72-c/wolf_child_04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-5579651378110810464</id><published>2011-02-27T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T17:36:00.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Não somos:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yvzo9ZxphaM/TWr4wBy24wI/AAAAAAAAALY/8xGE1tVrjfI/s1600/foto0494_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yvzo9ZxphaM/TWr4wBy24wI/AAAAAAAAALY/8xGE1tVrjfI/s400/foto0494_001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578544592450937602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "   &gt;&lt;b&gt;o que pensamos ser. somos mais; somos também o que lembramos e aquilo de que nos esquecemos; somos as palavras que trocamos, os enganos que cometemos os impulsos a que cedemos, -'sem querer'-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "   &gt;&lt;b&gt;    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "   &gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;       &lt;/span&gt; ________________________x____________________________&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Os ventos que as vezes tiram algo que amamos, são os mesmos que trazem algo que aprendemos a amar.. Por isso não devemos chorar pelo que nos foi tirado e sim, aprender a amar o que nos foi dado. Pois tudo aquilo que é realmente nosso, nunca se vai para sempre." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Bob Marley)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;        ____________________________x________________________________&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;O vento, ao mesmo tempo que destrói, varre seus entulhos, limpa toda a cena; dando-nos a certeza que vencemos a tempestade - Enfim, sobrevivemos... Porém, só estaremos a salvo quando estruturarmos os alicerces, redirecionarmos os passos... Nunca pensando em fechar o livro - Mas, aprendendo a virar a página!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: 2px;"&gt; (Rose Feliciano)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1706816820878137120-5579651378110810464?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5579651378110810464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/02/nao-somos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/5579651378110810464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/5579651378110810464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/02/nao-somos.html' title='Não somos:'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yvzo9ZxphaM/TWr4wBy24wI/AAAAAAAAALY/8xGE1tVrjfI/s72-c/foto0494_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-4975102852370864605</id><published>2011-02-26T08:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T08:55:50.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflita bem na letra desse hino : "Guarda o que Tens"-Lauriete</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M43XLWGBKOs/TWkvOe8imbI/AAAAAAAAALQ/jcP8Jmp4te4/s1600/deus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M43XLWGBKOs/TWkvOe8imbI/AAAAAAAAALQ/jcP8Jmp4te4/s400/deus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578041539346733490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Guarda o que tens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Pare e pense, pra onde estais indo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Os sinais já podes perceber...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A palavra de Deus está se cumprindo&lt;br /&gt;A Terra está vivendo, o que Deus falou, que em breve iria acontecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;É filho contra pai, nação contra nação;&lt;br /&gt;As guerras aumentando, o mundo se em confusão,&lt;br /&gt;A peste, a fome, a sede, terremotos sem avisar&lt;br /&gt;Já se ouve em toda terra, a humanidade a chorar&lt;br /&gt;O fim esta chegando, a trombeta a tocar&lt;br /&gt;Guarda o que tens, pra tua coroa ninguém roubar!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ore um pouco mais, jejue um pouco mais, se consagre um pouco mais, santifica!(Bis)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A Hora está chegando, não há tempo a perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;O Espírito Santo clama : "Santidade, oh Igreja"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Se convença do pecado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;b&gt;deixa o fogo purificar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh! Igreja tu és o alvo do inferno, vigia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Por onde teus pés tem ido e os teus olhos vêem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Será que tens ouvido o choro, da terra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Irmão não se cale, deixa o Senhor te usar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Guarda o que tens, Jesus voltando esta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh igreja, será que podes ver?&lt;br /&gt;O pecado ainda é pecado&lt;br /&gt;O mundo quer te corromper&lt;br /&gt;Abra os olhos e os teus ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;Ouça a voz do Espírito de Deus, a te dizer:&lt;br /&gt;Ore um pouco mais, jejue um pouco mais, se consagre um pouco mais, santifica!(Bis)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-4975102852370864605?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4975102852370864605/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/02/reflita-bem-na-letra-desse-hino-guarda_26.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/4975102852370864605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/4975102852370864605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/02/reflita-bem-na-letra-desse-hino-guarda_26.html' title='Reflita bem na letra desse hino : &quot;Guarda o que Tens&quot;-Lauriete'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M43XLWGBKOs/TWkvOe8imbI/AAAAAAAAALQ/jcP8Jmp4te4/s72-c/deus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-7060109977541367197</id><published>2011-02-26T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T09:02:20.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salmos 128</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue Light', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; color: rgb(46, 52, 54); "&gt;&lt;p class="odd" verse="1" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 6px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: 300; font-style: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.3em; text-align: left; "&gt;Bem-aventurado aquele que teme ao SENHOR e anda nos seus caminhos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="even" verse="2" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 6px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: 300; font-style: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.3em; text-align: left; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 236); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Pois comerás do trabalho das tuas mãos; feliz serás, e te irá bem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="odd" verse="3" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 6px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: 300; font-style: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.3em; text-align: left; "&gt;A tua mulher será como a videira frutífera aos lados da tua casa; os teus filhos como plantas de oliveira à roda da tua mesa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="even" verse="4" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 6px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: 300; font-style: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.3em; text-align: left; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 236); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Eis que assim será abençoado o homem que teme ao SENHOR.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="odd" verse="5" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 6px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: 300; font-style: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.3em; text-align: left; "&gt;O SENHOR te abençoará desde Sião, e tu verás o bem de Jerusalém em todos os dias da tua vida.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="even" verse="6" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 6px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: 300; font-style: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.3em; text-align: left; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 236); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;E verás os filhos de teus filhos, e a paz sobre Israel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-7060109977541367197?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/7060109977541367197/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/02/reflita-bem-na-letra-desse-hino-guarda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/7060109977541367197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/7060109977541367197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/02/reflita-bem-na-letra-desse-hino-guarda.html' title='Salmos 128'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-5515212472310663110</id><published>2011-02-26T08:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T08:45:56.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hino Rompendo em fé</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;       Rompendo em fé&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Cada vez que a minha fé é provada&lt;br /&gt;Tu me dás a chance de crescer um pouco mais&lt;br /&gt;As montanhas e vales&lt;br /&gt;Desertos e mares&lt;br /&gt;Que atravesso me levam pra perto de Ti&lt;br /&gt;Minhas provações não são maiores que o meu Deus&lt;br /&gt;E Não vão me impedir de caminhar&lt;br /&gt;Se diante de mim, não se abrir o mar&lt;br /&gt;Deus vai me fazer andar por sobre as águas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Rompendo em fé&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida se revestirá do Seu poder&lt;br /&gt;Rompendo em fé&lt;br /&gt;Com ousadia vou movendo o sobrenatural&lt;br /&gt;Vou lutar e vencer&lt;br /&gt;Vou plantar e colher&lt;br /&gt;A cada dia vou viver rompendo em fé&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-5515212472310663110?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5515212472310663110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/02/hino.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/5515212472310663110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/5515212472310663110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/02/hino.html' title='Hino Rompendo em fé'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-889134904032517941</id><published>2011-02-04T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T19:35:37.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Georges Bernanos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(25, 38, 102); line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="min-height: 1px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="min-height: 1px; "&gt;A experiência me mostrou muito tarde que não se pode explicar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(25, 38, 102); font-family: verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="min-height: 1px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="min-height: 1px; "&gt;os seres a partir de seus vícios, mas sim partindo daquilo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong style="min-height: 1px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(25, 38, 102); font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 17px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong style="min-height: 1px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="min-height: 1px; "&gt;que conservam intacto, de puro, daquilo que lhe resta da infância,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="min-height: 1px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(25, 38, 102); font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 17px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(25, 38, 102); font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="min-height: 1px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="min-height: 1px; "&gt;por mais profundamente que seja necessário buscar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-889134904032517941?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/889134904032517941/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/02/georges-bernanos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/889134904032517941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/889134904032517941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/02/georges-bernanos.html' title='Georges Bernanos'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-7562519490688961963</id><published>2011-02-04T19:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T19:24:23.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida é uma pedra de amolar: desgasta-nos ou afia-nos, conforme o metal de que somos feitos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Cor do texto" border="0" class="gl_color_fg" /&gt;                                                                &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;                                            &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(25, 38, 102); line-height: 17px; "&gt;Sobre o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;p style="min-height: 1px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: center; color: rgb(25, 38, 102); "&gt;&lt;span style="min-height: 1px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Fácil de acontecer, difícil é descrever.&lt;br /&gt;Amar é sentir sem querer, é querer sem perceber.&lt;br /&gt;Fulgaz ou duradouro, não importa o tempo, o que vale é o sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;Que o eterno seja pra sempre, mesmo que seja breve.&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o amor é tudo que não sei, daquilo que já sei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="min-height: 1px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: center; color: rgb(25, 38, 102); font-size: 11px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="min-height: 1px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="min-height: 1px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: center; color: rgb(25, 38, 102); font-size: 11px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="min-height: 1px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="min-height: 1px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 11px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="min-height: 1px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="min-height: 1px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Às vezes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="min-height: 1px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="min-height: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span style="min-height: 1px; "   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes é preciso ser feliz, mesmo sabendo que existe perigo.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes é preciso ter coragem para enfrentar o perigo.&lt;br /&gt;É preciso viver e poder dizer que tudo valeu a pena.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(25, 38, 102); font-size: 11px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="min-height: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span style="min-height: 1px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(25, 38, 102); font-size: 11px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="min-height: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span style="min-height: 1px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(25, 38, 102); font-size: 11px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="min-height: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span style="min-height: 1px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(25, 38, 102); font-size: 11px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="min-height: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span style="min-height: 1px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-7562519490688961963?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/7562519490688961963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/02/vida-e-uma-pedra-de-amolar-desgasta-nos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/7562519490688961963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/7562519490688961963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/02/vida-e-uma-pedra-de-amolar-desgasta-nos.html' title='A vida é uma pedra de amolar: desgasta-nos ou afia-nos, conforme o metal de que somos feitos.'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-4216693905960537812</id><published>2011-01-04T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T15:32:08.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>letra da música Pesando em Você de Pimentas do Reino</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#555555"&gt;Pensando em você&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#555555"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#555555"&gt;Estava satisfeita em te ter como amigo&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que será que aconteceu comigo?&lt;br /&gt;Aonde foi que eu errei?&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes me pergunto se eu não entendi errado&lt;br /&gt;Grande amizade como estar apaixonado&lt;br /&gt;Se for só isso logo vai passar&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando toca o telefone será você&lt;br /&gt;O que estiver fazendo eu paro de fazer&lt;br /&gt;Se fica muito tempo sem me ligar&lt;br /&gt;Arranjo uma desculpa pra te procurar&lt;br /&gt;Que tola, mas eu não consigo evitar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.0pt;border-style: initial;border-color:initial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#555555"&gt;Eu só vivo pensando em você&lt;br /&gt;E é sem querer&lt;br /&gt;Você não sai da minha cabeça mais&lt;br /&gt;Por que eu só vivo acordada a sonhar&lt;br /&gt;imaginar, nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes penso ser um sonho impossível, uma ilusão terrível&lt;br /&gt;Será?&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu pedi tanto em oração&lt;br /&gt;Que as portas do seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Se abrissem pra eu te conquistar&lt;br /&gt;Mas que seja feita a vontade de Deus&lt;br /&gt;E se ele quiser, então não importa como, onde, quando eu vou ter seu coração&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.0pt;border-style: initial;border-color:initial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#555555"&gt;Eu faço tudo pra chamar sua atenção&lt;br /&gt;De vez em quando eu meto os pés pelas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Engulo a seco o ciúme&lt;br /&gt;Quando outra apaixonada quer tirar de mim sua atenção&lt;br /&gt;Coração apaixonado é bobo&lt;br /&gt;Sorriso seu ele derrete todo&lt;br /&gt;O teu charme, teu olhar, tua fala mansa me faz delirar&lt;br /&gt;Mas quanta coisa aconteceu e foi dita&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer mínimo detalhe era pista&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que ficaram para trás&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que você nem lembra mais&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu guardo tudo aqui no meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Tanto tempo estudando teu jeito&lt;br /&gt;Tanto tempo esperando uma chance&lt;br /&gt;Sonho tanto com esse romance&lt;br /&gt;Que tola, mas eu nao consigo evitar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.0pt;border-style: initial;border-color:initial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#555555"&gt;Por que eu só vivo pensando em você&lt;br /&gt;E é sem querer&lt;br /&gt;Voce nao sai da minha cabeça mais&lt;br /&gt;Por que eu só vivo acordada a sonhar&lt;br /&gt;imaginar, nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes penso ser um sonho impossível, uma ilusão terrível&lt;br /&gt;Será?&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu pedi tanto em oração&lt;br /&gt;Que as portas do seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Se abrissem pra eu te conquistar&lt;br /&gt;Mas que seja feita a vontade de Deus&lt;br /&gt;E se ele quiser, então nao importa como, onde, quando eu vou ter seu coração.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-4216693905960537812?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4216693905960537812/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/01/letra-da-musica-pesando-em-voce-de.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/4216693905960537812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/4216693905960537812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2011/01/letra-da-musica-pesando-em-voce-de.html' title='letra da música Pesando em Você de Pimentas do Reino'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-851003944507340351</id><published>2010-12-29T07:19:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T12:15:58.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exclusivamente feito por meu amigo: Caio Silva...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;cada ser humano e feito de muitas emoções:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;alegrias, tristezas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;sonhos, diziluzões &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;amor, compreensão.&lt;/b&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 class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;poucos podem descrever um ser humano ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;cada um tem seu jeito, formas e religiões ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;alguns tentam ser diferentes, fazer aquilo que niguem nunca fez, mas sabem que no final acabam descobrindo que, por dentro somos todos iguais...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;edição caio silva&lt;/b&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/1706816820878137120-851003944507340351?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/851003944507340351/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/12/exclusivamente-feito-por-meu-amigo-caio.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/851003944507340351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/851003944507340351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/12/exclusivamente-feito-por-meu-amigo-caio.html' title='Exclusivamente feito por meu amigo: Caio Silva...'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-2589009480245102752</id><published>2010-12-26T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T08:59:21.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pense bem antes de tomar qualquer atitude!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Não espere um sorriso para ser gentil…&lt;br /&gt;Não espere ser amado para amar…&lt;br /&gt;Não espere ficar sozinho para reconhecer o valor de um amigo…&lt;br /&gt;Não espere ficar de luto para reconhecer a amizade sincera que perdeu…&lt;br /&gt;Não espere o melhor emprego para começar a trabalhar…&lt;br /&gt;Não espere a queda para se levantar…&lt;br /&gt;Não espere a enfermidade para reconhecer que a vida é frágil…&lt;br /&gt;Não espere a pessoa perfeita para então se apaixonar…&lt;br /&gt;Não espere a mágoa para pedir perdão…&lt;br /&gt;Não espere a separação para sentir saudades…&lt;br /&gt;Não espere a dor para acreditar na oração…&lt;br /&gt;Não espere elogios para acreditar em si mesmo…&lt;br /&gt;Não espere ter tempo para servir…&lt;br /&gt;Não espere que o outro tome a iniciativa se você foi o culpado…&lt;br /&gt;Não espere o “eu te amo” para dizer o “eu também”…&lt;br /&gt;Não espere ter dinheiro para contribuir…&lt;br /&gt;Não espere o dia da sua morte para querer viver!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-2589009480245102752?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/2589009480245102752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/12/pense-bem-antes-de-tomar-qualquer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/2589009480245102752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/2589009480245102752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/12/pense-bem-antes-de-tomar-qualquer.html' title='Pense bem antes de tomar qualquer atitude!!'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-7770505429686215313</id><published>2010-12-19T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T17:19:34.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elaine Martins</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:19.5pt;mso-outline-level:1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Só o senhor é Deus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:15.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#555555;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;Sei é bem assim, o medo chega e aflição&lt;br /&gt;destrói as bases que sustentam o coração&lt;br /&gt;Sei é bem assim, é tão difícil suportar&lt;br /&gt;o medo, a dor e essa lágrima no olhar&lt;br /&gt;Não sabes mais o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;nem mesmo para onde ir&lt;br /&gt;a única certeza é que chegou ao fim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:15.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#555555;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;Mas se Deus mudou a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;também vai mudar a tua história&lt;br /&gt;Deus não deu seu único filho&lt;br /&gt;pra morrer por nós em vão outrora&lt;br /&gt;Derramou seu sangue carmesim&lt;br /&gt;por você e também por mim&lt;br /&gt;Você não nasceu para sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Hoje Deus vai te fazer feliz&lt;br /&gt;Vai te arrancar do fundo do poço&lt;br /&gt;te reerguer, te fazer um vaso novo&lt;br /&gt;vai mostrar pra todos teus inimigos&lt;br /&gt;que ele sempre esteve contigo&lt;br /&gt;e eles irão olhar e vão dizer&lt;br /&gt;como é que isso pode acontecer&lt;br /&gt;ele estava caído, derrotado&lt;br /&gt;Hoje esta de pé, fortificado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:15.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#555555;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;E você vai cantar do outro lado (3x)&lt;br /&gt;o hino da vitória&lt;br /&gt;Só o Senhor é Deus&lt;br /&gt;Só Deus é o Senhor&lt;br /&gt;Se ele te prometeu&lt;br /&gt;se considere muito mais que vencedor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-7770505429686215313?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/7770505429686215313/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/12/elaine-martins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/7770505429686215313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/7770505429686215313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/12/elaine-martins.html' title='Elaine Martins'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-8167124337147050236</id><published>2010-12-17T07:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T07:21:50.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estranho Amor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(100, 100, 100); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;taghw&gt;Tão estranho a forma de &lt;a href="http://www.declaracaodeamor.com/ler.php?id=718#" style="text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: initial; "&gt;amar&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;taghw&gt;amamos e &lt;a href="http://www.declaracaodeamor.com/ler.php?id=718#" style="text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: initial; "&gt;sentimentos&lt;/a&gt; ciúmes,&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciúmes bobo, muitas vezes inconveniente.&lt;br /&gt;Amamos e sentimos medo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;taghw&gt;um medo de um dia estar só, de que a pessoa amada siga em &lt;a href="http://www.declaracaodeamor.com/ler.php?id=718#" style="text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: initial; "&gt;viagem&lt;/a&gt; sem lhe presentear com uma passagem para o mesmo lugar.&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amamos e sentimos raiva,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;taghw&gt;raiva de não sermos entendidos, como se a pessoa amada tivesse a obrigação de ter o dom da premonição, e pudesse nos compreender pelo menos naquele &lt;a href="http://www.declaracaodeamor.com/ler.php?id=718#" style="text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: initial; "&gt;momento&lt;/a&gt; que mais estamos chateados.&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amamos e sentimos muitas vezes rejeição,&lt;br /&gt;pelo simples fato de não ser notado o novo corte de cabelo, a nova roupa, a nova investida.&lt;br /&gt;Amamos e nos tornamos loucos,&lt;br /&gt;loucos pela felicidade a dois, um mundo colorido feito para apaixonados.&lt;br /&gt;Loucos pela vida, como se o hoje fosse um dos dias dos milhões que ainda viveremos.&lt;br /&gt;Tão estranho a forma de amar,&lt;br /&gt;Somos muitos em um só, muitos sentimentos, muitos desejos, muitos planos...&lt;br /&gt;Não quero dominar o amor, quero que o amor nos domine.&lt;br /&gt;Pois amor que é AMOR, é tudo... é certeza, é companhia, é amizade, é paixão, é criança, é eterno.&lt;br /&gt;Tão estranho esta forma de amar,&lt;br /&gt;que me perco até nos versos mais simples de um poema,&lt;br /&gt;pois tem tantas formas de se escrever sobre o amor, algumas simples outras complexas,&lt;br /&gt;mas todas com o mesmo sentido,&lt;br /&gt;que o amor tudo supera.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-8167124337147050236?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/8167124337147050236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/12/estranho-amor.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/8167124337147050236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/8167124337147050236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/12/estranho-amor.html' title='Estranho Amor.'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-6181571497268334902</id><published>2010-12-15T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T16:09:38.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carta de um bebê para sua mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma;color:purple; mso-themecolor:text1;mso-themeshade:128"&gt;Carta de um Bebê para sua Mãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma;color:purple; mso-themecolor:text1;mso-themeshade:128"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;color:purple;mso-themecolor:text1;mso-themeshade:128"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Oi mamãe, tudo bom? Eu estou bem, graças a Deus, faz apenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;alguns dias que você me concebeu em sua barriguinha. Na verdade, não posso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;explicar como estou feliz em saber que você será minha mamãe. Outra coisa que me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;enche de orgulho é ver o amor com que fui concebido.Tudo parece indicar que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;eu serei a criança mais feliz do mundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Mamãe, já se passou um mês desde que fui concebido e já começo a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;ver como o meu corpinho começa a se formar, quer dizer, não estou tão lindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;como você, mas me dê uma oportunidade! Estou muito feliz! Mas tem algo que me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;deixa preocupado... Ultimamente me dei conta de que há algo na sua cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;que não me deixa dormir, mas tudo bem, isso vai passar, não se desespere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Mamãe, já se passaram dois meses e meio, estou muito feliz com minhas novas mãos e tenho vontade de usá-las para brincar..Mamãezinha me diga o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;que foi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Por que você chora tanto todas as noites?? Porque quando você e o papai se encontram, gritam tanto um com o outro? Vocês não me querem mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;ou o que?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Vou fazer o possível para que me queiram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Já se passaram 3 meses, mamãe, te noto muito deprimida, não entendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;o que está acontecendo, estou muito confuso. Hoje de manhã fomos ao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;médico e ele marcou uma visita para amanhã. Não entendo, eu me sinto muito bem... por acaso você se sente mal mamãe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Mamãe, já é dia, onde vamos? O que está acontecendo mamãe??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Porque chora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Não chore, não vai acontecer nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Mamãe, não se deite, ainda são 2 horas da tarde, não tenho sono,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;quero continuar brincando com minhas mãozinhas. Ei!!! O que esse tubinho está fazendo na minha casinha?? É um brinquedo novo?? Olha!!!!! Ei, porque estão sugando minha casa?? Mamãe!!! Espere, essa é a minha mãozinha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Moço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;porque a arrancou?? Não vê que me machuca?? Mamãe, me defenda!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Mamãe, me ajude!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Não vê que ainda sou muito pequeno para me defender sozinho??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Mãe, a minha perninha, estão arancando!!! Diga para eles pararem, juro a você que vou me comportar bem e que não vou mais te chutar. Como é possível que um ser humano possa fazer isso comigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;color:purple;mso-themecolor:text1;mso-themeshade:128"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma;color:purple; mso-themecolor:text1;mso-themeshade:128"&gt;Mamãe, já se passaram 17 anos desde aquele dia, e eu daqui de cima observo como ainda te machuca ter tomado aquela decisão. Por favor, não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma;color:purple; mso-themecolor:text1;mso-themeshade:128"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;chore, lembre-se que te amo muito e que estarei aqui te esperando com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;muitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;abraços e beijos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Te amo muito!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Seu bebê.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-6181571497268334902?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/6181571497268334902/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/12/carta-de-um-bebe-para-sua-mae.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/6181571497268334902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/6181571497268334902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/12/carta-de-um-bebe-para-sua-mae.html' title='Carta de um bebê para sua mãe'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-5540821383206449068</id><published>2010-12-15T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T08:18:53.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aa1uudGvTbY/TQjqWdDTCrI/AAAAAAAAAJw/8tkkjVg5-2Y/s1600/pt050.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aa1uudGvTbY/TQjqWdDTCrI/AAAAAAAAAJw/8tkkjVg5-2Y/s400/pt050.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550944212210617010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&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/1706816820878137120-5540821383206449068?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5540821383206449068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/5540821383206449068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/5540821383206449068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aa1uudGvTbY/TQjqWdDTCrI/AAAAAAAAAJw/8tkkjVg5-2Y/s72-c/pt050.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-8756208724020475284</id><published>2010-12-15T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T16:17:40.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruna Karla</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;Jamais deixarei vc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#555555"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#555555"&gt;Olha pra mim, você já sabe&lt;br /&gt;O que eu sinto não é mais um segredo&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre quis alguém assim&lt;br /&gt;Pra me amar e cuidar de mim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#555555"&gt;E eu prometo, vou te retribuir&lt;br /&gt;Tudo aquilo que tem feito por mim&lt;br /&gt;Ah eu prometo, te fazer mais feliz&lt;br /&gt;E ser tudo que você sempre quis&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#555555"&gt;Quando você chorar&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou estar aqui pra te abraçar&lt;br /&gt;Palavras nem sempre vão adiantar&lt;br /&gt;Mas você verá escrito no meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Amor, jamais deixarei você&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#555555"&gt;Foi difícil chegar até aqui&lt;br /&gt;Mas você sempre me fazia sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;Segurava a minha mão dizendo: "Deus conosco está"&lt;br /&gt;E o nosso amor resistirá&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#555555"&gt;Olha pra mim, leia em meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Jamais deixarei você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-8756208724020475284?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/8756208724020475284/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/12/amizade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/8756208724020475284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/8756208724020475284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/12/amizade.html' title='Bruna Karla'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-4691645557246889328</id><published>2010-12-15T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T08:10:33.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>medite nessa mensagem !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:red"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:24.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:red"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:24.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:red"&gt;PERGUNTAS FEITAS PARA O DIABO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#C20000"&gt;QUEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#C20000"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#C20000"&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;O CRIOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:red"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Lúcifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt; Fui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;criado pelo próprio Deus, bem antes da existência do homem. [Ezequiel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;28:15]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#C20000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;COMO VOCÊ ERA QUANDO FOI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;CRIADO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:red"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Lúcifer : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Vim à existência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;já na forma adulta e, como Adão, não tive infância. Eu era um símbolo de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;perfeição, cheio de sabedoria e formosura e minhas vestes foram preparadas com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;pedras preciosas. [Ezequiel 28:12,13]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#C20000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;ONDE VOCÊ MORAVA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:red"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Lúcifer :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt; No Jardim do Éden e caminhava no brilho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;das pedras preciosas do monte Santo de Deus. [Ezequiel 28:13]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#C20000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;QUAL ERA SUA FUNÇÃO NO REINO DE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;DEUS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:red"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Lúcifer :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt; Como querubim da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;guarda, ungido e estabelecido por Deus, minha função era guardar a Glória de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Deus e conduzir os louvores dos anjos. Um terço deles estava sob o meu comando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;[Ezequiel 28:14; Apocalipse 12:4]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#C20000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;ALGUMA COISA FALTAVA A VOCÊ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:red"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Lúcifer : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;(reflexivo, diminuiu o tom de voz) Não,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;nada. [Ezequiel 28:13]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#C20000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;O QUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;ACONTECEU QUE O AFASTOU DA FUNÇÃO DE MAIOR HONRA QUE UM SER VIVO PODERIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;TER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:red"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Lúcifer :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt; Isso não aconteceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;de repente. Um dia eu me vi nas pedras (como espelho) e percebi que sobrepujava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;os outros anjos (talvez não a Miguel ou Gabriel) em beleza, força e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;inteligência. Comecei então a pensar como seria ser adorado como deus e passei a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;desejar isto no meu coração. Do desejo passei para o planejamento, estudando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;como firmar o meu trono acima das estrelas de Deus e ser semelhante a Ele. Num&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;determinado dia tentei realizar meu desejo, mas acabei expulso do Santo Monte de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Deus. [Isaías 14:13,14; Ezequiel 28: 15-17]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#C20000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;O QUE DETONOU FINALMENTE A SUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;REBELIÃO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:red"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Lúcifer :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt; Quando percebi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;que Deus estava para criar alguém semelhante a Ele e, por conseqüência, superior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;a mim, não consegui aceitar o fato. Manifestei então os verdadeiros propósitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;do meu coração. [Isaías 14:12-14]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#C20000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;QUE ACONTECEU COM OS ANJOS QUE ESTAVAM SOB O SEU COMANDO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:red"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;color:red;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;Lúcifer : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;color:black;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;Eles me seguiram e também foram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;color:black;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;color:black; mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;expulsos. Formamos juntos o império das trevas. [Apocalipse 12:3,4]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;color:#C20000;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;COMO VOCÊ ENCARA O HOMEM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;color:red; mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Lúcifer :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;color:black;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt; (com raiva) Tenho ódio da raça humana e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;color:black;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;color:black;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;faço tudo para destruí-la, pois eu a invejo. Eu é que deveria ser semelhante a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Deus. [1Pedro 5:8]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;color:#C20000; mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;QUAIS SÃO SUAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;ESTRATÉGIAS PARA DESTRUIR O HOMEM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;color:red; mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Lúcifer :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;color:black;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt; Meu objetivo maior é afastá-los de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;color:black;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;color:black;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Eu estimulo a praticar o mal e confundo suas idéias com um mar de filosofias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;pensamentos e religiões cheias de mentiras, misturadas com algumas verdades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Envio meus mensageiros travestidos, para confundir aqueles que querem buscar a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Deus. Torno a mentira parecida com a verdade, induzindo o homem ao engano e a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;ficar longe de Deus, achando que está perto. E tem mais. Faço com que a mensagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;de Jesus pareça uma tolice anacrônica, tento estimular o orgulho, a soberba, o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;egoísmo, a inimizade e o ódio dos homens. Trabalho arduamente com o meu séquito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;para enfraquecer as igrejas, lançando divisões, desânimo, críticas aos líderes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;adultério, mágoas, friezas espirituais, avareza e falta de compromisso (ri às&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;escaras). Tento destruir a vida dos pastores, principalmente com o sexo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;ingratidão, falta de tempo para Deus e orgulho. [1Pedro 5:8; Tiago 4:7; Gálatas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;5:19-21; 1 corintios 3:3; 2 Pedro 2:1; 2 Timóteo 3:1-8; Apocalipse 12:9]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;color:#C20000;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;E SOBRE O FUTURO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;color:red; mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Lúcifer : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;color:black;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;(com o semblante de ódio) Eu sei que não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;color:black;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;color:black;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;posso vencer a Deus e me resta pouco tempo para ir ao lago de fogo, minha prisão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;eterna. Eu e meus anjos trabalharemos com afinco para levarmos o maior número&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;possível de pessoas conosco. [Ezequiel 28:19; Judas 6; Apocalipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;20:10,15]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;color:#0082BF;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-4691645557246889328?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4691645557246889328/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/12/medite-nessa-mensagem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/4691645557246889328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/4691645557246889328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/12/medite-nessa-mensagem.html' title='medite nessa mensagem !!'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-4165732215659579418</id><published>2010-12-13T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T07:55:34.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moisés Targino</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor:background2;mso-themeshade:26"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Vitorioso como nunca&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor:background2;mso-themeshade:26"&gt;Se alguém pensou que eu iria me abalar e desistir, Não desistir.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor:background2;mso-themeshade:26"&gt;Alguém pensou falou,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;disse que eu ia parar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor:background2;mso-themeshade:26"&gt;Levantam falso, abriram covas Deus sempre fechou&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor:background2;mso-themeshade:26"&gt;Quem nasci pra cantar vitorias como eu tem que sorri.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor:background2;mso-themeshade:26"&gt;Quem me conhece intimamente diz que sou uma benção, eu nasci de uma benção pra ser benção e pra abençoar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor:background2;mso-themeshade:26"&gt;Na longa estrada da minha vida posso olhar pra trás e mais uma vez dizer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;tab-stops:42.55pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor:background2; mso-themeshade:26"&gt;Lá do alto do trono Deus olhou e me abençoou&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;tab-stops:42.55pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor:background2; mso-themeshade:26"&gt;Vitorioso como nunca aqui estou&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;tab-stops:42.55pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor:background2; mso-themeshade:26"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;tab-stops:42.55pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor:background2; mso-themeshade:26"&gt;Restituiu o que se foi embora na minha vida eu só sinto paz&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;tab-stops:42.55pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor:background2; mso-themeshade:26"&gt;Quando paro pra pensar e refletir sei que o senhor não se esqueceu de mim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;tab-stops:42.55pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor:background2; mso-themeshade:26"&gt;Acalentou todo meu coração me envolveu de amor e unção, quem pensou que eu iria me abalar e ter desgosto aqui estou vitorioso&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;tab-stops:42.55pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor:background2; mso-themeshade:26"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;tab-stops:42.55pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor:background2; mso-themeshade:26"&gt;Minha amizade ele preparou&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;tab-stops:42.55pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor:background2; mso-themeshade:26"&gt;Minha família Ele restaurou&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;tab-stops:42.55pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor:background2; mso-themeshade:26"&gt;O que está ao meu redor e tudo em fim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;tab-stops:42.55pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor:background2; mso-themeshade:26"&gt;São bênçãos dos céus pra mim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;tab-stops:42.55pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor:background2; mso-themeshade:26"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;tab-stops:42.55pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor:background2; mso-themeshade:26"&gt;Todas as portas o senhor abriu sentir sua mão como nunca sentir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;tab-stops:42.55pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor:background2; mso-themeshade:26"&gt;Vitorioso como nunca olha eu aqui.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-4165732215659579418?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4165732215659579418/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/12/moises-targino.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/4165732215659579418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/4165732215659579418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/12/moises-targino.html' title='Moisés Targino'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-7431298804645721015</id><published>2010-12-13T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T07:53:11.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor entre as "Metades de uma Alma"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm; margin-bottom:0cm;margin-left:13.85pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center; line-height:normal;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;...Se o desejo de ser amado for mais forte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm; margin-bottom:0cm;margin-left:13.85pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center; line-height:normal;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;e você se prender a alguém com insistência,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm; margin-bottom:0cm;margin-left:13.85pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center; line-height:normal;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;ele se aborrecerá&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm; margin-bottom:0cm;margin-left:13.85pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center; line-height:normal;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;e acabará se afastando de você.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm; margin-bottom:0cm;margin-left:13.85pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center; line-height:normal;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;O primeiro estágio do amor é a simpatia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm; margin-bottom:0cm;margin-left:13.85pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center; line-height:normal;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;A simpatia aumenta e se torna apego,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm; margin-bottom:0cm;margin-left:13.85pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center; line-height:normal;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;e nesse estágio há sofrimentos e alegrias.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm; margin-bottom:0cm;margin-left:13.85pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center; line-height:normal;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;A alegria proveniente do amor-apego&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm; margin-bottom:0cm;margin-left:13.85pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center; line-height:normal;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;vem sempre acompanhada de angústias e sofrimentos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm; margin-bottom:0cm;margin-left:13.85pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center; line-height:normal;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;A alegria absoluta, que não vem acompanhada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm; margin-bottom:0cm;margin-left:13.85pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center; line-height:normal;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;de sofrimentos nem de angústias,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm; margin-bottom:0cm;margin-left:13.85pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center; line-height:normal;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;só será obtida quando o seu amor evoluir mais.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm; margin-bottom:0cm;margin-left:13.85pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center; line-height:normal;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;Só será obtida quando você abandonar o apego&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm; margin-bottom:0cm;margin-left:13.85pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center; line-height:normal;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;e deixar o outro totalmente livre.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm; margin-bottom:0cm;margin-left:13.85pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center; line-height:normal;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;Quando você soltar o outro,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm; margin-bottom:0cm;margin-left:13.85pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center; line-height:normal;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;ele voltará a você &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;espontaneamente&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm; margin-bottom:0cm;margin-left:13.85pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center; line-height:normal;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;com amor sincero,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm; margin-bottom:0cm;margin-left:13.85pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center; line-height:normal;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;porque ele, originalmente,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm; margin-bottom:0cm;margin-left:13.85pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center; line-height:normal;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;é a outra metade da sua alma.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-7431298804645721015?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/7431298804645721015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/12/amor-entre-as-metades-de-uma-alma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/7431298804645721015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/7431298804645721015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/12/amor-entre-as-metades-de-uma-alma.html' title='Amor entre as &quot;Metades de uma Alma&quot;'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-4922523306676575714</id><published>2010-12-13T07:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T07:49:54.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A amizade surge simplismente quando aprendemos a admirar as qualidades de algumas pessoas que com sua simples e adorável presença conseguem nos fazer muito feliz !!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-4922523306676575714?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4922523306676575714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/12/amizade-surge-simplismente-quando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/4922523306676575714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/4922523306676575714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/12/amizade-surge-simplismente-quando.html' title=''/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-4866887631323177682</id><published>2010-12-13T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T07:49:29.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amizades...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quem são os anjos com quem choro e riu, nas horas lindas, nas tardes  de estio?...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;São joias raras, preciosidades, são amizades que trago no peito, que me apóiam quando há tempestade e me aceitam como eu as aceito!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-4866887631323177682?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4866887631323177682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/12/amizades.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/4866887631323177682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/4866887631323177682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/12/amizades.html' title=''/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-362074631505904862</id><published>2010-12-01T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T07:05:07.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Versículos do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue Light', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(46, 52, 54); line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ot verse" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 1.2em; color: rgb(46, 52, 54); outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 50px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.4em; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Naquele dia abrir-se-á a tua boca para com aquele que escapar, e falarás, e não mais ficarás mudo; assim virás a ser para eles um sinal, e saberão que eu sou o SENHOR.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bibliaonline.com.br/acf/ez/24/27" style="text-align: center; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(52, 101, 164); outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; text-decoration: none; white-space: nowrap; display: block; float: right; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ezequiel 24:27&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="nt verse" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 1.2em; color: rgb(46, 52, 54); outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 50px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.4em; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas, quando vos entregarem, não vos dê cuidado como, ou o que haveis de falar, porque naquela mesma hora vos será ministrado o que haveis de dizer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bibliaonline.com.br/acf/mt/10/19" style="text-align: center; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(52, 101, 164); outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; text-decoration: none; white-space: nowrap; display: block; float: right; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mateus 10:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; "&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-362074631505904862?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/362074631505904862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/12/versiculos-do-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/362074631505904862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/362074631505904862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/12/versiculos-do-dia.html' title='Versículos do dia'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-813003263989826697</id><published>2010-12-01T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T06:56:05.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chico Xavie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fico triste quando alguém me ofende, mas, com certeza, eu ficaria mais triste se fosse eu o ofensor... Magoar alguém é terrível!&lt;/i&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/1706816820878137120-813003263989826697?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/813003263989826697/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/12/chico-xavie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/813003263989826697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/813003263989826697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/12/chico-xavie.html' title='Chico Xavie'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-7498945934046113108</id><published>2010-11-30T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T17:42:26.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carlos Drummond de Andrade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; "&gt;&lt;taghw&gt;A &lt;a href="http://www.kifrases.com/frases_de_carlos_drummond_de_andrade.php#" style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: initial; "&gt;educação&lt;/a&gt; para o sofrimento, evitaria senti-lo, em relação a casos que não o merecem.&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;span class="autor" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&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/1706816820878137120-7498945934046113108?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/7498945934046113108/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/11/carlos-drummond-de-andrade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/7498945934046113108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/7498945934046113108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/11/carlos-drummond-de-andrade.html' title='Carlos Drummond de Andrade'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-7686918308609178681</id><published>2010-11-30T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T17:41:06.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jô Soares</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não há amizade, que por mais profunda que seja, que resista a uma série de canalhices.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="autor" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&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/1706816820878137120-7686918308609178681?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/7686918308609178681/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/11/jo-soares.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/7686918308609178681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/7686918308609178681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/11/jo-soares.html' title='Jô Soares'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-2225463930591434904</id><published>2010-11-30T17:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T17:40:36.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chico Xavie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; "&gt;A esperança é a &lt;a href="http://www.kifrases.com/frases_de_chico_xavier.php#" style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: initial; "&gt;filha&lt;/a&gt; dileta da fé, ambas estão uma para outra como a luz reflexa dos planetas está para a luz central e positiva do Sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="autor" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&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/1706816820878137120-2225463930591434904?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/2225463930591434904/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/11/chico-xavi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/2225463930591434904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/2225463930591434904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/11/chico-xavi.html' title='Chico Xavie'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-8850823374205405638</id><published>2010-11-30T17:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T17:45:10.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam Smith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; "&gt;A ambição universal dos homens é &lt;a href="http://www.kifrases.com/frases_de_adam_smith.php#" style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: initial; "&gt;viver&lt;/a&gt; colhendo o que nunca plantaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="autor" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-8850823374205405638?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/8850823374205405638/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/11/adam-smith-frases-de-ambicao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/8850823374205405638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/8850823374205405638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/11/adam-smith-frases-de-ambicao.html' title='Adam Smith'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-7245635626468891743</id><published>2010-11-30T13:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T14:00:32.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Versículos do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue Light', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ot verse" style="text-align: center; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 1.2em; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 50px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.4em; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Diante de ti puseste as nossas iniqüidades, os nossos pecados ocultos, à luz do teu rosto. Salmos 90:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="nt verse" style="text-align: center; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 1.2em; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 50px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.4em; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Portanto, pode também salvar perfeitamente os que por ele se chegam a Deus, vivendo sempre para interceder por eles.                                                                                Hebreus 7:25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-7245635626468891743?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/7245635626468891743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/11/versiculos-do-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/7245635626468891743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/7245635626468891743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/11/versiculos-do-dia.html' title='Versículos do dia'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-8045381491865247533</id><published>2010-11-29T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T17:03:42.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salmos125</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Os que confiam no senhor seram, como monte Sião que não se abala mais permanece para sempre...&lt;/span&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/1706816820878137120-8045381491865247533?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/8045381491865247533/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/11/salmos125.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/8045381491865247533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/8045381491865247533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/11/salmos125.html' title='Salmos125'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-9194054027461749519</id><published>2010-11-29T16:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T16:07:59.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Marley</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Não viva para que a sua presença seja notada, mas para que a sua falta seja sentida..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-9194054027461749519?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/9194054027461749519/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/11/bob-marley_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/9194054027461749519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/9194054027461749519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/11/bob-marley_29.html' title='Bob Marley'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-6496856045655728250</id><published>2010-11-29T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T16:07:10.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Marley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Vocês riem de mim por eu ser diferente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;e eu rio de vocês por serem todos iguais &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/1706816820878137120-6496856045655728250?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/6496856045655728250/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/11/bob-marley.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/6496856045655728250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/6496856045655728250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/11/bob-marley.html' title='Bob Marley'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-1101046614453410744</id><published>2010-08-30T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T13:06:08.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pense bem antes de fazer algo que possa magoar alguem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;se você não tem motivos para sorrir, pelo ao menos não der motivos para outros chorarem ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;não faça com as pessoas, o que você não quer pra se próprio. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não magoe quem tanto te ama, pense bem antes de tomar qualquer atitude...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;por que, nem tudo que está visivél aos nossos olhos é a realidade !!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-1101046614453410744?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1101046614453410744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/08/pense-bem-antes-de-fazer-algo-que-possa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/1101046614453410744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/1101046614453410744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/08/pense-bem-antes-de-fazer-algo-que-possa.html' title='pense bem antes de fazer algo que possa magoar alguem...'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-2175798167860087720</id><published>2010-08-30T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T12:59:38.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>você concorda ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem perde  os seus bens, perde muito...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem perde um amigo, perde mais...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas quem perde a coragem perde tudo !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-2175798167860087720?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/2175798167860087720/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/08/voce-concorda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/2175798167860087720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/2175798167860087720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/08/voce-concorda.html' title='você concorda ?'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-2982254272393752276</id><published>2010-08-16T12:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T16:12:20.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um sonho as vezes nos dar algo que a realidade nos nega...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&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/1706816820878137120-2982254272393752276?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/2982254272393752276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/08/um-sonho-as-vezes-nos-dar-algo-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/2982254272393752276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/2982254272393752276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/08/um-sonho-as-vezes-nos-dar-algo-que.html' title='Um sonho as vezes nos dar algo que a realidade nos nega...'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-1688157564278098509</id><published>2010-08-16T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T12:06:47.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflita...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aa1uudGvTbY/TGmKTOfK9ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/EOSKTW6Oypc/s1600/perfil+do+orkut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 193px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aa1uudGvTbY/TGmKTOfK9ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/EOSKTW6Oypc/s400/perfil+do+orkut.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506084082348127634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Não havia nada que eu pudesse fazer, mas eu fiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alcançar tal coisa era imposível, e eu busquei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não havia mais esperanças eu as mantive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não restava tempo para mais nada, e eu lutei até o ultimo minuto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não queriam, mas eu insistir. A ultima palavra já havia sido dada, mas eu ainda assim falei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Enfim... Estou passando pela vida e tudo vai se fechando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas a felicidade está em mim. Pois se nada tenho, por tudo lutei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E sem me arrepender de nada, no futuro poderei dizer: Tentei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O passado é uma lição para se meditar, não para de reproduzir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Somente a tentativa nos possibilita a conquista."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-1688157564278098509?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1688157564278098509/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/08/reflita_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/1688157564278098509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/1688157564278098509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/08/reflita_16.html' title='Reflita...'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aa1uudGvTbY/TGmKTOfK9ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/EOSKTW6Oypc/s72-c/perfil+do+orkut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-5161391486896810326</id><published>2010-08-03T20:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T16:18:54.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O amor se torna favorável pelo carinho, não pela autoridade°°°</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-5161391486896810326?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5161391486896810326/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-amor-se-torna-favoravel-pelo-carinho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/5161391486896810326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/5161391486896810326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-amor-se-torna-favoravel-pelo-carinho.html' title='O amor se torna favorável pelo carinho, não pela autoridade°°°'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-2624753781334740939</id><published>2010-08-03T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T20:09:02.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflita :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aa1uudGvTbY/TFjZlR-Z1DI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rSLQ3P-Z5kE/s1600/milckiinha+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aa1uudGvTbY/TFjZlR-Z1DI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rSLQ3P-Z5kE/s400/milckiinha+004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501386179336590386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;A primeira condição para ser alguma coisa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;é não querer ser tudo ao mesmo tempo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; (Tristão de Ataíde)&lt;/span&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/1706816820878137120-2624753781334740939?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/2624753781334740939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/08/reflita-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/2624753781334740939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/2624753781334740939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/08/reflita-p.html' title='Reflita :p'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aa1uudGvTbY/TFjZlR-Z1DI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rSLQ3P-Z5kE/s72-c/milckiinha+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-2235061390071718834</id><published>2010-08-02T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T12:01:01.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aa1uudGvTbY/TFcUd0pph7I/AAAAAAAAAHo/7k9P4ofQmM0/s1600/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aa1uudGvTbY/TFcUd0pph7I/AAAAAAAAAHo/7k9P4ofQmM0/s400/cats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500887972438443954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lembrar é fácil para quem tem memória, esquecer é difícil para quem tem  coração.(William Shakespeare)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;No meio de qualquer dificuldade encontra-se a oportunidade. (Albert  Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;" class="GramE"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Otimista é o homem que faz palavras cruzadas a tinta.(Marcel Achard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;O otimismo é a fé em ação. Nada se pode levar a efeito sem otimismo.(Bob  Marley) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;A primeira condição para ser alguma coisa é não querer ser tudo ao mesmo tempo.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;(Tristão de Ataíde)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-2235061390071718834?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/2235061390071718834/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/08/reflita_3312.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/2235061390071718834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/2235061390071718834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/08/reflita_3312.html' title='Reflita'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aa1uudGvTbY/TFcUd0pph7I/AAAAAAAAAHo/7k9P4ofQmM0/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-4272006190726852710</id><published>2010-08-02T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T11:34:16.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflita</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(115, 115, 115); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;A árvore não prova a doçura dos próprios frutos, o rio não bebe suas próprias ondas, e as nuvens não despejam água sobre si mesmas: a força dos bons deve ser usada para benefício de todos. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sábios Hindus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-4272006190726852710?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4272006190726852710/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/08/reflita_02.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/4272006190726852710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/4272006190726852710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/08/reflita_02.html' title='Reflita'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-2061295714940116450</id><published>2010-08-02T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T16:13:44.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(115, 115, 115); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade não está subordinada à satisfação dos nossos desejos diante da vida e, sim, ao desejo de entender o que a vida espera de nós. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Richard Simonetti&lt;/span&gt;&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/1706816820878137120-2061295714940116450?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/2061295714940116450/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/08/reflita.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/2061295714940116450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/2061295714940116450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/08/reflita.html' title='Reflita'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-6981438957922935296</id><published>2010-08-02T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T11:29:11.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudar o Mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Arial,Helvetica; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Comece mudando a si mesmo. Ninguém muda o mundo se não consegue mudar a si mesmo ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman;" class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Cuide da Saúde do Planeta. Não desperdice água, não jogue lixo no lugar errado, não maltrate os animais ou desmate as árvores. Por mais que você não queira, se nascemos no mesmo planeta, compartilhamos com ele os mesmos efeitos e conseqüências de sua exploração ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman;" class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Seja responsável: não culpe os outros pelos seus problemas, não seja oportunista, não seja vingativo. Quem tem um pouquinho de bom senso percebe que podemos viver em harmonia, respeitando direitos e deveres ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman;" class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Acredite em um mundo melhor. Coragem, Honestidade, Sinceridade, Fé, Esperança são virtudes gratuitas que dependem de seu esforço e comprometimento com sua Honra e Caráter. Não espere recompensas por estas virtudes, tenha-as por consciência de seu papel neste processo ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman;" class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Tenha Humildade, faça o Bem, trabalhe. Não tenha medo de errar, com humildade se aprende, fazer o bem atrairá o bem para você mesmo e trabalhando valorizarás o suor de teu esforço para alcançar seus objetivos ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman;" class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Busque a Verdade, a Perfeição, uma posição realista frente aos obstáculos, uma atitude positiva diante da vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman;" class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Defenda, participe, integre-se à luta pacífica pela Justiça, Paz e Amor. Um mundo justo é pacífico, e onde há paz pode-se estar preparado para viver um grande Amor ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-6981438957922935296?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/6981438957922935296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/08/mudar-o-mundo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/6981438957922935296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/6981438957922935296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/08/mudar-o-mundo.html' title='Mudar o Mundo'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-7602310095129501458</id><published>2010-07-22T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T08:05:08.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Milca Santos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aa1uudGvTbY/TEhdrtNxqZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-wSdsJC0osw/s1600/laa+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aa1uudGvTbY/TEhdrtNxqZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-wSdsJC0osw/s400/laa+(3).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496746350658824594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 21.0pt;mso-outline-level:1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/claudia-leitte/1668070/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17pt; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; letter-spacing: -0.75pt; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Don Juan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17pt; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; letter-spacing: -0.75pt; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 21.0pt;mso-outline-level:2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/claudia-leitte/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; letter-spacing: -0.75pt; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Claudia Leitte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; letter-spacing: -0.75pt; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Por muito tempo eu calei meu coração, quis sufocar&lt;br /&gt;Esse sentimento que floresceu, como eu te explicar?&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre te vi como um amigo, um irmão&lt;br /&gt;Por isso eu tive medo de arriscar errado e perder de vez o teu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por muito tempo evitei te olhar nos olhos, me escondia&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre me contentei, um beijinho, um abraço, isso já me servia&lt;br /&gt;Quantas coisas já perdi, com medo de perder&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora eu aprendi, não vou perder você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Refrão)&lt;br /&gt;Te quero, comigo, mais que um amigo eu quero ser tua namorada&lt;br /&gt;Te peço uma chance, pense com carinho nessa eterna apaixonada (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Belo]&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sou nenhum Don Juan conquistador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;   &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Muito pouco eu sei do amor&lt;br /&gt;Então eu entreguei tudo em oração a quem sabe&lt;br /&gt;Quem melhor que o inventor do coração?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que Deus está comigo e o amor está me rogando&lt;br /&gt;Aceitei o desafio, estou aqui me declarando&lt;br /&gt;Te quero muito mais que ontem, e hoje muito menos que amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Eu me escondi por tanto tempo, mas hoje eu confesso eu sou seu fã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Refrão)&lt;br /&gt;Te quero, comigo, mais que um amigo eu quero ser teu namorado&lt;br /&gt;Te peço uma chance, pense com carinho nesse pobre apaixonado (2x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-7602310095129501458?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/7602310095129501458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/07/milca-santos_22.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/7602310095129501458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/7602310095129501458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/07/milca-santos_22.html' title='Milca Santos'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aa1uudGvTbY/TEhdrtNxqZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-wSdsJC0osw/s72-c/laa+(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-9107535486364448074</id><published>2010-07-18T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T08:57:37.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Milca Santtos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aa1uudGvTbY/TEMkMavuRGI/AAAAAAAAAGw/b9HIEj5tGqw/s1600/imagem+de+milca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aa1uudGvTbY/TEMkMavuRGI/AAAAAAAAAGw/b9HIEj5tGqw/s400/imagem+de+milca.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495275766078653538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 21.0pt;mso-outline-level:1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/luan-santana/1129633/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17pt; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; letter-spacing: -0.75pt; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Faz de Conta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17pt; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; letter-spacing: -0.75pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 21.0pt;mso-outline-level:2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/luan-santana/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; letter-spacing: -0.75pt; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Luan Santana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; letter-spacing: -0.75pt; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Chega fazendo de conta que não me conhece não...&lt;br /&gt;Sorri pra todo mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Me olha por um segundo&lt;br /&gt;Pra ver se tem minha atenção...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se falo contigo me ignora&lt;br /&gt;Não quer me dar razão&lt;br /&gt;Diz pra todo mundo que vive me dando fora..&lt;br /&gt;Que eu sirvo só pra curtição&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me diz pra quê?&lt;br /&gt;Fazer tanto charminho..&lt;br /&gt;Tá perdendo seu tempo, sem me dar carinho&lt;br /&gt;Assuma de vez..&lt;br /&gt;Que quer me amar..&lt;br /&gt;Quem desdenha quer comprar..&lt;br /&gt;Quero pedir, menina não brinque comigo..&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe de mais meu coração de castigo..&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe que tem toda minha atenção..&lt;br /&gt;E que eu não sirvo só pra curtição..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quer me amar....&lt;br /&gt;Se entregar....&lt;br /&gt;Não quer fala...&lt;br /&gt;Que é meu o seu coração...&lt;br /&gt;E que eu não sirvo só pra curtição..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me diz pra quê?&lt;br /&gt;Fazer tanto charminho..&lt;br /&gt;Tá perdendo seu tempo, sem me dar carinho&lt;br /&gt;Assuma de vez..&lt;br /&gt;Que quer me amar..&lt;br /&gt;Quem desdenha quer comprar..&lt;br /&gt;Quero pedir, menina não brinque comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe de mais meu coração de castigo..&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe que tem toda minha atenção.&lt;br /&gt;E que eu não sirvo só pra curtição. .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-9107535486364448074?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/9107535486364448074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/07/milca-santtos_18.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/9107535486364448074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/9107535486364448074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/07/milca-santtos_18.html' title='Milca Santtos'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aa1uudGvTbY/TEMkMavuRGI/AAAAAAAAAGw/b9HIEj5tGqw/s72-c/imagem+de+milca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-4275485887472451828</id><published>2010-07-17T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T16:13:10.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Milca Santos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;...::Para realizar grandes conquistas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;devemos não apenas agir, mais também sonhar,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;não apenas planejar, mais também acreditar::...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/1706816820878137120-4275485887472451828?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4275485887472451828/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/07/milca-santos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/4275485887472451828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/4275485887472451828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/07/milca-santos.html' title='Milca Santos'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-8887703583869916310</id><published>2010-07-17T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T14:24:32.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Millca Santos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aa1uudGvTbY/TEIfDbu2QqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YN-G6NgW0OE/s1600/PICT0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aa1uudGvTbY/TEIfDbu2QqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YN-G6NgW0OE/s400/PICT0111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494988639189746338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;...::Use a sua força para guiar seu destino...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tudo o que você desejar com intensidade pode transformar seu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;caminho...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quem acredita nos seus sonhos tem &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;apenas uma direção : sempre em frente ::..&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/1706816820878137120-8887703583869916310?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/8887703583869916310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/07/millca-santos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/8887703583869916310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/8887703583869916310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/07/millca-santos.html' title='Millca Santos'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aa1uudGvTbY/TEIfDbu2QqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YN-G6NgW0OE/s72-c/PICT0111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-1996141242484179940</id><published>2010-07-17T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T16:18:20.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Milca Santtos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Para que levar a vida tão a sério, se a vida é uma alucinante aventura da qual nenhum de nós sairemos vivos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/1706816820878137120-1996141242484179940?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1996141242484179940/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/07/milca-santtos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/1996141242484179940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/1996141242484179940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/07/milca-santtos.html' title='Milca Santtos'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-8965133229318469565</id><published>2010-07-11T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T16:23:52.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Marley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aa1uudGvTbY/TDoy6YBpYJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/g-idOHnQQwc/s1600/imagem+de+milca+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Enquanto a cor da pele for mais importante que o brilho dos olhos, haverá guerra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aa1uudGvTbY/TDoy6YBpYJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/g-idOHnQQwc/s1600/imagem+de+milca+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&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/1706816820878137120-8965133229318469565?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/8965133229318469565/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/07/claudia-leite-don-juan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/8965133229318469565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/8965133229318469565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/07/claudia-leite-don-juan.html' title='Bob Marley'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-7687542539692735102</id><published>2010-07-11T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T14:04:33.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aa1uudGvTbY/TDovttkVQwI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0pvpsVGWomE/s1600/perfil+do+orkut+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aa1uudGvTbY/TDovttkVQwI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0pvpsVGWomE/s400/perfil+do+orkut+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492755157904343810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;a vida é uma peça de teatro que não permite ensaios, por isso, sorria, cante, dance e viva intensamente&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;cada minuto de sua vida&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;antes que a cortina se feche e a peça termine sem aplausos !!!!&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/1706816820878137120-7687542539692735102?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/7687542539692735102/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/07/vida-e-uma-peca-de-teatro-que-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/7687542539692735102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/7687542539692735102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/07/vida-e-uma-peca-de-teatro-que-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aa1uudGvTbY/TDovttkVQwI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0pvpsVGWomE/s72-c/perfil+do+orkut+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-5657275396828954506</id><published>2010-06-25T21:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T21:52:35.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nova Paixão</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:#666666;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu tava tão mal&lt;br /&gt;Eu tava sozinho&lt;br /&gt;E você chegou me dando carinho, amor e atenção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tava tão mal&lt;br /&gt;Eu tava sozinho&lt;br /&gt;E você chegou me dando carinho, amor e atenção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me falando tudo que me agradava&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo de tudo que eu precisava&lt;br /&gt;Eu tava tão mal&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo mudou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que você vai ser a minha nova paixão&lt;br /&gt;Que vai me compreender e me dar satisfação&lt;br /&gt;Será que vai ser você a minha nova paixão&lt;br /&gt;Com o poder de fazer feliz o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que você vai ser a minha nova paixão&lt;br /&gt;Que vai me compreender e me dar satisfação&lt;br /&gt;Será que vai ser você a minha nova paixão&lt;br /&gt;Com o poder de fazer feliz o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tava tão mal&lt;br /&gt;Eu tava sozinho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;     &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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    &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:#666666;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;                                                                                                    Saulo Roston...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-5657275396828954506?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5657275396828954506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/06/nova-paixao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/5657275396828954506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/5657275396828954506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/06/nova-paixao.html' title='Nova Paixão'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-889022954670832441</id><published>2010-06-25T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T21:45:50.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As mais lindas coisas da vida, não podem ser vistas nem tocadas mas sim sentidas pelo coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aa1uudGvTbY/TCWEd7xzqdI/AAAAAAAAAF4/m45nejhXYo4/s1600/Milca+Santtoseuu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aa1uudGvTbY/TCWEd7xzqdI/AAAAAAAAAF4/m45nejhXYo4/s400/Milca+Santtoseuu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486937370818488786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;seu nick com mas estilo;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;°O amor se torna favorável pelo carinho, não pela autoridade°&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;°O amor é o mestre admirável que nos ensina a ser o que nunca fomos,muitas vezes com suas lições mudam completamente os nossos costumes°&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Passamos a amar não quando encontramos uma pessoa perfeita, mas quando aprendemos a ver perfeitamente uma pessoa imperfeita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Só entendi o valor do silêncio no dia que resolvi calar para não magoar alguém°&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-889022954670832441?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/889022954670832441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/06/as-mais-lindas-coisas-da-vida-nao-podem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/889022954670832441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/889022954670832441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/06/as-mais-lindas-coisas-da-vida-nao-podem.html' title='As mais lindas coisas da vida, não podem ser vistas nem tocadas mas sim sentidas pelo coração'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aa1uudGvTbY/TCWEd7xzqdI/AAAAAAAAAF4/m45nejhXYo4/s72-c/Milca+Santtoseuu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-4975758269292511912</id><published>2010-06-17T12:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T16:27:14.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Marley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; "&gt;Se Deus criou as pessoas para amar, e as coisas para cuidar. Por que amamos as coisas e usamos as pessoas!?&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/1706816820878137120-4975758269292511912?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4975758269292511912/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/06/melhores-momentos_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/4975758269292511912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/4975758269292511912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/06/melhores-momentos_17.html' title='Bob Marley'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-2046194429144085033</id><published>2010-06-17T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T16:31:49.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Marley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; "&gt;Eu so do tamanho daquilo que SINTO,que VEJO e que FAÇO,não do tamanho que os outros me enxergam.&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/1706816820878137120-2046194429144085033?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/2046194429144085033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/06/melhores-momentos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/2046194429144085033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/2046194429144085033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/06/melhores-momentos.html' title='Bob Marley'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-3863702173140423393</id><published>2010-06-17T10:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T10:31:01.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deus nos concede, a cada dia, uma página de vida nova no livro do tempo.  Aquilo que colocarmos nela, corre por nossa conta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aa1uudGvTbY/TBpbtOMC9KI/AAAAAAAAAFg/I8VvjtDIJtk/s1600/euuuuu+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aa1uudGvTbY/TBpbtOMC9KI/AAAAAAAAAFg/I8VvjtDIJtk/s400/euuuuu+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483796328737862818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-3863702173140423393?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/3863702173140423393/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/06/deus-nos-concede-cada-dia-uma-pagina-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/3863702173140423393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/3863702173140423393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/06/deus-nos-concede-cada-dia-uma-pagina-de.html' title='Deus nos concede, a cada dia, uma página de vida nova no livro do tempo.  Aquilo que colocarmos nela, corre por nossa conta'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aa1uudGvTbY/TBpbtOMC9KI/AAAAAAAAAFg/I8VvjtDIJtk/s72-c/euuuuu+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-7197563487826002362</id><published>2010-06-09T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T13:33:33.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A felicidade não é um destino. É um método de viida..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-7197563487826002362?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/7197563487826002362/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/06/felicidade-nao-e-um-destino-e-um-metodo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/7197563487826002362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/7197563487826002362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/06/felicidade-nao-e-um-destino-e-um-metodo.html' title='A felicidade não é um destino. É um método de viida..'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-1526263231088351366</id><published>2010-06-09T13:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T13:31:50.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>''''A felicidade consiste em preparar o futuro, pensando no presente e esquecendo o passado::...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-1526263231088351366?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1526263231088351366/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/06/felicidade-consiste-em-preparar-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/1526263231088351366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/1526263231088351366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/06/felicidade-consiste-em-preparar-o.html' title='&apos;&apos;&apos;&apos;A felicidade consiste em preparar o futuro, pensando no presente e esquecendo o passado::...'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-5192510698853461550</id><published>2010-06-09T13:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T13:31:22.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;...::A vida é composta de prazeres pequenos. A felicidade é composta desses pequenos sucessos. O grande vêm muito raramente. E se você não colecionar todos estes pequenos sucessos, o grande realmente não significará qualquer coisa::...&lt;/i&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/1706816820878137120-5192510698853461550?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5192510698853461550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/5192510698853461550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/5192510698853461550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-8008294695903411419</id><published>2010-06-09T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T13:35:55.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Felicidade não é a ausência de problemas mas a habilidade para lidar com eles&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&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/1706816820878137120-8008294695903411419?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/8008294695903411419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/8008294695903411419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/8008294695903411419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-6937055993034335549</id><published>2010-06-09T13:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T13:29:59.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A felicidade é um bem que se multiplica ao ser dividido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-6937055993034335549?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/6937055993034335549/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/06/felicidade-e-um-bem-que-se-multiplica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/6937055993034335549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/6937055993034335549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/06/felicidade-e-um-bem-que-se-multiplica.html' title='A felicidade é um bem que se multiplica ao ser dividido'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-3617572209714807465</id><published>2010-06-05T08:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T08:42:08.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seu perfil com mas estilo :*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:19px;"&gt;Não viva para que a sua presença seja notada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:19px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas para que a sua falta seja sentida..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:19px;"&gt;Não ligo que me olhem da cabeça aos pés..porque nunca farão minha cabeça e nunca chegarão aos meus pés (!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:19px;"&gt;Preocupe-se mais com a sua consciência do que com sua reputação. Porqe sua consciência é o que você é,e a sua reputação é o que os outros pensam de você. E o que os outros pensam, é problema deles....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:19px;"&gt;Sou louco porque vivo em um mundo que não é digno da minha lucidez !~*&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/1706816820878137120-3617572209714807465?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/3617572209714807465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/06/seu-perfil-com-mas-estilo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/3617572209714807465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/3617572209714807465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/06/seu-perfil-com-mas-estilo.html' title='seu perfil com mas estilo :*'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-6239674991594329252</id><published>2010-06-05T08:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T08:32:35.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida é para quem topa qualquer parada. Não para quem pára em qualquer topada.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-6239674991594329252?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/6239674991594329252/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/06/vida-e-para-quem-topa-qualquer-parada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/6239674991594329252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/6239674991594329252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/06/vida-e-para-quem-topa-qualquer-parada.html' title='A vida é para quem topa qualquer parada. Não para quem pára em qualquer topada.'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-8346663655563674861</id><published>2010-06-05T08:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T08:32:05.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Marley</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Os ventos que as vezes tiram&lt;br /&gt;algo que amamos, são os&lt;br /&gt;mesmos que trazem algo que&lt;br /&gt;aprendemos a amar...&lt;br /&gt;Por isso não devemos chorar&lt;br /&gt;pelo que nos foi tirado e sim,&lt;br /&gt;aprender a amar o que nos foi&lt;br /&gt;dado.Pois tudo aquilo que é&lt;br /&gt;realmente nosso, nunca se vai&lt;br /&gt;para sempre...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-8346663655563674861?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/8346663655563674861/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/06/bob-marley_8211.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/8346663655563674861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/8346663655563674861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/06/bob-marley_8211.html' title='Bob Marley'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-6108976659884183425</id><published>2010-06-05T08:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T08:31:21.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Marley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;As Vezes construímos sonhos em cima de grandes pessoas... O tempo passa... e descobrimos que grandes mesmo eram os sonhos e as pessoas pequenas demais para torná-los reais!&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/1706816820878137120-6108976659884183425?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/6108976659884183425/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/06/bob-marley_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/6108976659884183425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/6108976659884183425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/06/bob-marley_05.html' title='Bob Marley'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-4175178730398731597</id><published>2010-06-05T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T08:30:39.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Marley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dificil não é lutar por aquilo que se quer, e sim desistir daquilo que se mais ama.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu desisti. Mas não pense que foi por não ter coragem de lutar, e sim por não ter mais condições de sofrer :S&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-4175178730398731597?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4175178730398731597/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/06/bob-marley.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/4175178730398731597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/4175178730398731597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/06/bob-marley.html' title='Bob Marley'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-359784392577433760</id><published>2010-06-01T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T22:42:32.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luís Fernando Veríssimo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;O mundo é como um espelho que devolve a cada pessoa o reflexo de seus próprios pensamentos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;A maneira como você encara a vida é que faz toda diferença.¹²³&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-359784392577433760?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/359784392577433760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/06/luis-fernando-verissimo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/359784392577433760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/359784392577433760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/06/luis-fernando-verissimo.html' title='Luís Fernando Veríssimo'/><author><name>Milca 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lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1706816820878137120-3753849259060457403?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/3753849259060457403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/06/te-amo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/3753849259060457403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/3753849259060457403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/06/te-amo.html' title='te amo ~*'/><author><name>Milca Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10235157388153733750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-4027362859319719268</id><published>2010-06-01T22:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T22:28:33.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mario de Andrade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;O passado é lição para refletir, não para repetir \õ*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-8832299154264123105</id><published>2010-06-01T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T16:40:21.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goethe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O mais importante da vida não é saberes onde estás, mas sim para onde vais...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-8451094085843268341</id><published>2010-06-01T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T22:15:55.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charles Chaplin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ñ preciso me drogar para ser um gênio ;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;ñ preciso ser um gênio para ser humano ;-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;#mas preciso do seu sorriso para ser Feliz \õ*&lt;/span&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/1706816820878137120-8451094085843268341?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/8451094085843268341/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/06/charles-chaplin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/8451094085843268341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/8451094085843268341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/06/charles-chaplin.html' title='Charles Chaplin'/><author><name>Milca 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aa1uudGvTbY/TAXh0QBvQEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/7-mb9TrZBPc/s1600/sem+comentarios.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aa1uudGvTbY/TAXh0QBvQEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/7-mb9TrZBPc/s400/sem+comentarios.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478032809537781826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;ele salva o timão sempre vey.... por isso que te amo C.I.R.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;tava mas que na hora née ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&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/1706816820878137120-1826629547456048986?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1826629547456048986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/06/ciro-melhor-dos-melhores-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/1826629547456048986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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~*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu pensei que a saudade só trouxesse tristezas, mas percebo que ela também me faz ver o quanto você é importante pra mim&lt;/i&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/1706816820878137120-639265771726847264?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/639265771726847264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/05/isecretarianet-milcasantos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;amor é uma coisa inexplicável, totalmente inesperado...&lt;/span&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/1706816820878137120-2875768146499013547?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/2875768146499013547/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/05/vida-e-cheia-de-surpresas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/2875768146499013547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aa1uudGvTbY/TAGrK_rzHPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Erc2Xa49aS0/s1600/am%C3%9Ah+d%2B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aa1uudGvTbY/TAGrK_rzHPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Erc2Xa49aS0/s400/am%C3%9Ah+d%2B.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476846827241413874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;poxa estou tão triste com o que esta acontecendo com o time, já o 4 jogo e sport só perdendo :(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-1300675336424446848?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu-JSsuH06k/TfNvAaEiKeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sDtP_IUd390/s220/DSC01822.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aa1uudGvTbY/TAGrK_rzHPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Erc2Xa49aS0/s72-c/am%C3%9Ah+d%2B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706816820878137120.post-9125813818004777654</id><published>2010-05-29T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T16:48:12.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mário Glaab</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Para muitas pessoas, a felicidade é semelhante a uma bola: querem-na de todo jeito e, quando a possuem, dão-lhe um chute. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/1706816820878137120-9125813818004777654?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/9125813818004777654/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/05/milca-ciintia-e-leticia.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/9125813818004777654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706816820878137120/posts/default/9125813818004777654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/05/milca-ciintia-e-leticia.html' title='Mário Glaab'/><author><name>Milca 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476497096378615058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;amo, amo muito~*.&lt;/span&gt; miinha tintia mas liinda do &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;mundo &lt;/span&gt;:*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706816820878137120-6482120711544989927?l=milcasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/6482120711544989927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milcasantos.blogspot.com/2010/05/cintia-vieria.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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