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font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Caminho para sempre nessas praias.&lt;br /&gt;Entre a areia e a espuma.&lt;br /&gt;A maré alta pagará as minhas pegadas.&lt;br /&gt;E o vento dissipará a espuma.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o mar e a praia permanecerão."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-voCrFMxKO-0/Tph_rJysZHI/AAAAAAAAA38/Q7XGY0nZgSk/s1600/Pegadas%2Bna%2Bareia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-voCrFMxKO-0/Tph_rJysZHI/AAAAAAAAA38/Q7XGY0nZgSk/s320/Pegadas%2Bna%2Bareia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663416910758044786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Gibran Khalil Gibran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-9168021270152443610?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/9168021270152443610/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=9168021270152443610' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/9168021270152443610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/9168021270152443610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2011/10/areia-e-espuma-por-gibran-khalil-gibran.html' title='&quot;A areia e a Espuma&quot;  por Gibran Khalil Gibran'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-voCrFMxKO-0/Tph_rJysZHI/AAAAAAAAA38/Q7XGY0nZgSk/s72-c/Pegadas%2Bna%2Bareia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-811361958679377348</id><published>2011-06-21T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T19:31:32.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Amor  por Laure Conan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada é pequeno no amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); text-align: center;" class="fr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Quem espera as grandes ocasiões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); text-align: center;" class="fr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;para provar a sua ternura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); text-align: center;" class="fr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;não sabe amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="fr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="aut"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Laure Conan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jfzWgl7lyvU/TgFTsDIBYFI/AAAAAAAAA3s/7YR_NXw3UT0/s1600/3fd69e9729b5483c5e70d617f2f3c55ab441df75.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;         Sempre admirei Friedrich Nietzsche pelos seus conflitos íntimos, que em verdade retratam crescimento, evolução, busca pela verdade... Seguem alguns de seus pensamentos que mais me fascinam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F47Lbqxl6Ys/Te6NjAAVCUI/AAAAAAAAA3c/hAiJZV_O97s/s1600/nietzsche1882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 459px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F47Lbqxl6Ys/Te6NjAAVCUI/AAAAAAAAA3c/hAiJZV_O97s/s320/nietzsche1882.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615581417813903682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"Tudo é precioso para aquele que foi,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por muito tempo, privado de tudo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Há sempre alguma loucura no amor.&lt;br /&gt;Mas há sempre um pouco de razão na loucura."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não é a força mas a constância dos bons resultados&lt;br /&gt;que conduz os homens à felicidade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"É necessário ter o caos cá dentro&lt;br /&gt;para gerar uma estrela."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O amor é o estado no qual os homens têm mais probabilidades&lt;br /&gt;de ver as coisas tal como elas não são."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sou demasiado orgulhoso para acreditar que um homem me ame:&lt;br /&gt;seria supor que ele sabe quem sou eu.&lt;br /&gt;Também não acredito que possa amar alguém:&lt;br /&gt;pressuporia que eu achasse alguém da minha condição."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quando se amarra bem o próprio coração&lt;br /&gt;e se faz dele um prisioneiro,&lt;br /&gt;pode-se permitir ao próprio&lt;br /&gt;espírito muitas liberdades."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Até Deus tem um inferno que é&lt;br /&gt;o seu amor pelos homens."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Se não se tem um bom pai,&lt;br /&gt;é preciso arranjar um."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A esperança é o derradeiro mal;&lt;br /&gt;é o pior dos males,&lt;br /&gt;porquanto prolonga o tormento."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aquele que luta com monstros deve acautelar-se&lt;br /&gt;para não tornar-se também um monstro.&lt;br /&gt;Quando se olha muito tempo para um abismo,&lt;br /&gt;o abismo olha para você."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Você vive hoje uma vida&lt;br /&gt;que gostaria de viver por&lt;br /&gt;toda a eternidade?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Há homens que já nascem póstumos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A melhor cura para o amor&lt;br /&gt;é ainda aquele remédio eterno:&lt;br /&gt;amor retribuído."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perto do Sol há incontáveis&lt;br /&gt;corpos escuros a serem deduzidos&lt;br /&gt;tais que nunca chegaremos a ver."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Minha solidão não tem nada a ver com a presença&lt;br /&gt;ou ausência de pessoas...&lt;br /&gt;Detesto quem me rouba a solidão,&lt;br /&gt;sem em troca me oferecer&lt;br /&gt;a verdadeira companhia"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nossa dor vem da distância&lt;br /&gt;entre aquilo que somos&lt;br /&gt;e o q idealizamos ser."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu não sou um homem,&lt;br /&gt;sou um campo de batalha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não existem fatos,&lt;br /&gt;apenas interpretações."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nenhum vencedor acredita no acaso."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-6709565136662425896?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F47Lbqxl6Ys/Te6NjAAVCUI/AAAAAAAAA3c/hAiJZV_O97s/s72-c/nietzsche1882.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-8446341341055090568</id><published>2011-05-22T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T10:13:56.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um CD fez toda a diferença</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Meio de semana muito complicado, muitas viajens, muito trabalho mas nesta última viagem em que eu e meu companheiro de trabalho, o Sr Martins, fizemos foi muito legal. Nosso ilustre amigo tirou do seu do baralho "aquele" CD com super-raridades daquelas músicas antigas que eu adoro !!! Ele a principio estranhou  o fato de que eu gostasse de músicas de épocas em que não vivi... geralmente as pessoas falam que gostam apenas das músicas que marcaram sua juventude... agora o meu caso é mais complexo... eu gosto das músicas que marcaram a juventude de tempos atrás (risos). Selecionei 10 músicas que gostei bastante e deixo aqui para que vocês também desfrutem. Espero que gostem. Um grande abraço a todos os visitantes e agradeço muito o carinho das mensagens... leio todas com muito carinho !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;A primeira música fá fazia uns 10 anos que eu procurava por ela... quando eu vi que no CD ela estava presente eu quase dei um pulo de alegria!!!  Acho essa música tão charmosa, com aquela voz feminina de fundo e uma letra tão singela, misturando a natureza com nossos sentimentos... chama-se Fille du Vent do cantor Pierre Groscolas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zpRkNBb4bbo/Tdksio-F0XI/AAAAAAAAA3I/xQIsRQmdNL4/s1600/pierre-groscolas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zpRkNBb4bbo/Tdksio-F0XI/AAAAAAAAA3I/xQIsRQmdNL4/s320/pierre-groscolas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609563784491684210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 350px; width: 450px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FT1r3Ofka9c?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FT1r3Ofka9c?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="350" width="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="tab_traducao sideBySide lyricArea tab_tra_pt"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;strong class="editable_area"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filha &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong class="editable_area"&gt;do Vento e do &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong class="editable_area"&gt;Sol &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;Filha do vento e do sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;Do fundo do meu coração você se levanta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;Que vontade de viver ao seu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;Quando você me concede seu império&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;De amor, charme e prazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;Eu me sinto como um rei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;Chorando de amor nas estações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;A minha voz se desfaz por ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;A minha vida clama pelo seu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;Meus dedos sofrem por quererem te tocar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;Filha do vento e do sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;Entre nos meus sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;Venha viver ao meu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;Anseio teu corpo desesperadamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;Sem ele meu corpo perecerá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;Recrie toda a minha arte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;Ame tudo que se foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;Filha do sol e do vento..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div  style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background- text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;A segunda música também é muito charmosa, super auto-astral, fala de sonhos que se realizam de uma maneira tão simples e doce. Achei um vídeo na internet que possui a tradução da música... um vídeo muito lindo que mostra a história de um casal. Gostei tanto da parte em que os dois estão andando sobre uma montanha... uma cena feita em câmera lenta... parecia que os dois estavam libertos do tempo e do espaço, caminhando nas mãos de Deus e em direção ao infinito...  A cena do rapaz com uma carinha de "coitado" ou "tadinho de mim" (risos) com uma flor na mão e a moça com aquele lindo chapéu de Scarlett O'Hara de "E o Vento Levou"... e pra fechar uma linda cena dos dois se falando sob a chuva, adoro cenas assim... fôra como se Deus estivesse batizando com água um amor eterno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ruser cantando "You know my Dreams":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 350px; width: 450px; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HDNOpQjEqyI?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HDNOpQjEqyI?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="350" width="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;obs: Não achei ABSOLUTAMENTE NADA sobre esse cantor, nem foto, nem biografia, o cara parece que nasceu só pra fazer essa música e sumiu! Se alguém encontrar algo dele mandem pra mim ok!!! Thanks!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;A terceira música não vou abusar "muito" da memória (risos)... O cantor é Rod Stewart e a música é chamada "Every Beat of my Heart"... coitado do Sr. Martins, teve que me aguentar escutar essa música repetidas vezes... linda música cantada com o coração e não somente com a voz.. da uma sensação muito gostosa de liberdade e alegria em viver. Vale a pena!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 350px; width: 450px; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_biJqzRFS3Y?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_biJqzRFS3Y?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="350" width="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;As outras 7 músicas deixo aqui com vocês, para escutar pelo youtube é só clicar  nos links abaixo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ibsBMruUa2g"&gt;The Hollies - Don´t Let me Down&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nW_mVhSa-ko"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;New Edition - Is This The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ROZMG126BwY"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Shakin Stevens - Give me Your Heart Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y-pxgUyC_V4"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Lobo - I´d love to Want me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F8WsDTru5gw"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;The Shufless - Sha la la I Need You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-kjykmHRqyo"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Edward Cliff - Nights of September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zpp19QS_SEk"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Boston - Amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Valeu Sr. Martins !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-8446341341055090568?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/8446341341055090568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=8446341341055090568' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/8446341341055090568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/8446341341055090568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2011/05/um-cd-fez-toda-diferenca.html' title='Um CD fez toda a diferença'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zpRkNBb4bbo/Tdksio-F0XI/AAAAAAAAA3I/xQIsRQmdNL4/s72-c/pierre-groscolas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-431646597067493001</id><published>2011-05-19T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T18:02:15.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beleza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"Vivemos só para descobrir beleza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Todo resto é uma forma de espera"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Gibran Khalil Gibran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v7UJPUKLdf8/TdW9a0uu5oI/AAAAAAAAA3A/avPXzckyEBc/s1600/12.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 371px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v7UJPUKLdf8/TdW9a0uu5oI/AAAAAAAAA3A/avPXzckyEBc/s320/12.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608597179488724610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-431646597067493001?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/431646597067493001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=431646597067493001' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/431646597067493001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/431646597067493001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2011/05/beleza.html' title='Beleza'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v7UJPUKLdf8/TdW9a0uu5oI/AAAAAAAAA3A/avPXzckyEBc/s72-c/12.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-3003267142919043498</id><published>2011-05-17T17:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T17:48:27.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ana Jácomo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rp8_h1or5cM/TdMWhf45B_I/AAAAAAAAA24/8GXxNsxSa2Q/s1600/1862548.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Porque quem ama vê miudezas com olhar suficiente&lt;br /&gt;pra nunca mais se perderem"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ana Jácomo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rp8_h1or5cM/TdMWhf45B_I/AAAAAAAAA24/8GXxNsxSa2Q/s1600/1862548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 409px; height: 602px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rp8_h1or5cM/TdMWhf45B_I/AAAAAAAAA24/8GXxNsxSa2Q/s320/1862548.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607850725758011378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-3003267142919043498?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/3003267142919043498/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=3003267142919043498' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/3003267142919043498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/3003267142919043498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2011/05/ana-jacomo.html' title='Ana Jácomo'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rp8_h1or5cM/TdMWhf45B_I/AAAAAAAAA24/8GXxNsxSa2Q/s72-c/1862548.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-2730605107594746217</id><published>2011-05-17T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T17:30:33.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paraíso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"Daria tudo para voltar ao Paraíso da minha infância"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AVr5euqlpuo/TdMSvvcZvKI/AAAAAAAAA2w/IGAjNANJUlQ/s1600/1224341655hvkNEJb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 449px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AVr5euqlpuo/TdMSvvcZvKI/AAAAAAAAA2w/IGAjNANJUlQ/s320/1224341655hvkNEJb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607846572405144738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-2730605107594746217?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/2730605107594746217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=2730605107594746217' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/2730605107594746217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/2730605107594746217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2011/05/paraiso.html' title='Paraíso'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AVr5euqlpuo/TdMSvvcZvKI/AAAAAAAAA2w/IGAjNANJUlQ/s72-c/1224341655hvkNEJb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-1168639623852978010</id><published>2011-05-14T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T05:23:23.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O que você escreveu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="height: 300px; 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color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Arte de Ser Feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houve um tempo em que a minha&lt;br /&gt;janela se abria para um chalé.&lt;br /&gt;Na porta do chalé brilhava&lt;br /&gt;um grande ovo de louça azul.&lt;br /&gt;Neste ovo costumava pousar&lt;br /&gt;um pombo branco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TBatNqHoTIw/Tbb6TP1H6BI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/1XWOGITSbpQ/s1600/pombo-882.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TBatNqHoTIw/Tbb6TP1H6BI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/1XWOGITSbpQ/s320/pombo-882.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599938395255597074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora, nos dias límpidos,&lt;br /&gt;quando o céu ficava da mesma&lt;br /&gt;cor do ovo de louça,&lt;br /&gt;o pombo parecia pousado no ar.&lt;br /&gt;Eu era criança,&lt;br /&gt;achava essa ilusão maravilhosa e&lt;br /&gt;sentia-me completamente feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houve um tempo em que a minha&lt;br /&gt;janela dava para um canal.&lt;br /&gt;No canal oscilava um barco.&lt;br /&gt;Um barco carregado de flores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vakWXpgTZvQ/Tbb5r0-CqLI/AAAAAAAAA14/aA9dCcdQiGA/s1600/barco-com-flores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vakWXpgTZvQ/Tbb5r0-CqLI/AAAAAAAAA14/aA9dCcdQiGA/s320/barco-com-flores.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599937718030346418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para onde iam aquelas flores?&lt;br /&gt;Quem as comprava?&lt;br /&gt;Em que jarra... em que sala,&lt;br /&gt;diante de quem brilhavam,&lt;br /&gt;na sua breve experiência?&lt;br /&gt;E que mãos as tinham criado?&lt;br /&gt;E que pessoas iam sorrir de&lt;br /&gt;alegres ao recebê-las?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bslZJNu6e7c/Tbb5sH_XUpI/AAAAAAAAA2I/dvNdGFIUd4M/s1600/man_giving_flowers_as_a_surprise-210x270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bslZJNu6e7c/Tbb5sH_XUpI/AAAAAAAAA2I/dvNdGFIUd4M/s320/man_giving_flowers_as_a_surprise-210x270.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599937723136168594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não era mais criança,&lt;br /&gt;porém minha alma ficava&lt;br /&gt;completamente feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houve um tempo em que a minha&lt;br /&gt;janela se abria para um terreiro,&lt;br /&gt;onde uma vasta mangueira&lt;br /&gt;alargava sua copa redonda.&lt;br /&gt;À sombra da árvore, numa esteira,&lt;br /&gt;passava quase o dia todo sentada&lt;br /&gt;uma mulher, cercada de crianças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YVz11VjyJXg/Tbb5sN2YddI/AAAAAAAAA2A/_u-k3qGQzmo/s1600/contando-historias2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YVz11VjyJXg/Tbb5sN2YddI/AAAAAAAAA2A/_u-k3qGQzmo/s320/contando-historias2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599937724709107154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E contava histórias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x9knoBzsAWQ/Tbb5sgPiVyI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/-Ipb0FsXVPk/s1600/peter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x9knoBzsAWQ/Tbb5sgPiVyI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/-Ipb0FsXVPk/s320/peter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599937729646450466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não podia ouvir, da altura da janela,&lt;br /&gt;e mesmo que a ouvisse, não entenderia,&lt;br /&gt;porque isso foi muito longe,&lt;br /&gt;num idioma difícil.&lt;br /&gt;Mas as crianças tinham tal expressão&lt;br /&gt;no rosto, e às vezes faziam com as&lt;br /&gt;mãos arabescos tão compreensíveis,&lt;br /&gt;que eu participava do auditório,&lt;br /&gt;imaginava os assuntos e suas peripécias&lt;br /&gt;e me sentia completamente feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SHIre8pEDnk/TbcN4AP9jFI/AAAAAAAAA2o/JDfV2slQ2ak/s1600/C02-20-0382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 153px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SHIre8pEDnk/TbcN4AP9jFI/AAAAAAAAA2o/JDfV2slQ2ak/s320/C02-20-0382.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599959917449284690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houve um tempo em que na minha janela&lt;br /&gt;havia um pequeno jardim seco.&lt;br /&gt;Era um tempo de estiagem,&lt;br /&gt;de terra esfarelada,&lt;br /&gt;e o jardim parecia morto.&lt;br /&gt;Mas todas as manhãs vinha um pobre&lt;br /&gt;homem com um balde e em silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;ia atirando com a mão umas gotas&lt;br /&gt;de água sobre as plantas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NAq1nUEw5kw/Tbb5rzSxKgI/AAAAAAAAA1w/YR_1Iom6Amk/s1600/258167261_e04074c1be.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NAq1nUEw5kw/Tbb5rzSxKgI/AAAAAAAAA1w/YR_1Iom6Amk/s320/258167261_e04074c1be.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599937717580409346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não era uma rega:&lt;br /&gt;era uma espécie de aspersão ritual,&lt;br /&gt;para que o jardim não morresse.&lt;br /&gt;E eu olhava para as plantas,&lt;br /&gt;para o homem, para as gotas de&lt;br /&gt;água que caíam de seus dedos magros&lt;br /&gt;e meu coração ficava&lt;br /&gt;completamente feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, quando falo dessas pequenas&lt;br /&gt;felicidades certas, que estão diante&lt;br /&gt;de cada janela, uns dizem que essas&lt;br /&gt;coisas não existem, outros que só&lt;br /&gt;existem diante das minhas janelas&lt;br /&gt;e outros finalmente, que é preciso&lt;br /&gt;aprender a olhar, para poder vê-las assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UMICV6l5R4Y/TbcMEss-RXI/AAAAAAAAA2g/CpUNOiwNLnQ/s1600/Janela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UMICV6l5R4Y/TbcMEss-RXI/AAAAAAAAA2g/CpUNOiwNLnQ/s320/Janela.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599957936517301618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecília Meireles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-3842453688893982166?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/3842453688893982166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=3842453688893982166' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/3842453688893982166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/3842453688893982166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2011/04/arte-de-ser-feliz-cecilia-meireles.html' title='A Arte de Ser Feliz - Cecília Meireles'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TBatNqHoTIw/Tbb6TP1H6BI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/1XWOGITSbpQ/s72-c/pombo-882.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-5045277694673022085</id><published>2011-04-26T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T06:09:05.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ombra Mai Fu (Sombra Permanente)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;   Ao contrário do que se espera de um tirano, o Rei Xerxes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5pxNK59t8jA/Tba9ftbhkyI/AAAAAAAAA1g/cGRuDN5-PuU/s1600/rodrigo_santoro_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 173px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5pxNK59t8jA/Tba9ftbhkyI/AAAAAAAAA1g/cGRuDN5-PuU/s320/rodrigo_santoro_300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599871539150426914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;logo na primeira ária de uma ópera, louva a beleza da sombra de uma árvore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Ombra Mai Fu (Sombra Permanente)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"Ramos ternos e belos&lt;br /&gt;Do meu amado plátano&lt;br /&gt;Para ti brilha o destino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trovões, raios e tempestades&lt;br /&gt;Não irão nunca ultrajar tua querida paz&lt;br /&gt;Nem os ventos do oeste&lt;br /&gt;Vorazes chegam a profanar-te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Nunca houve sombra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;De uma árvore tão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Querida, amável e suave."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Para escutá-la no youtube clique &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WivrX29dufw"&gt;AQUI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-5045277694673022085?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/5045277694673022085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=5045277694673022085' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/5045277694673022085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/5045277694673022085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2011/04/ombra-mai-fu-sombra-permanente.html' title='Ombra Mai Fu (Sombra Permanente)'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5pxNK59t8jA/Tba9ftbhkyI/AAAAAAAAA1g/cGRuDN5-PuU/s72-c/rodrigo_santoro_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-8799472339486361016</id><published>2011-04-11T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T12:43:05.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Companheiros de Batalha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Por estes dias me bateu uma grande saudade do meu padrinho Hélcio. Sendo assim, pensei que escrevendo um pouquinho sobre ele, talvez eu pudesse amenizar um pouquinho da saudade que é muita... E em meio a esta saudade acabei escutando uma música do Dire Straits chamada "Brothers in Arms" que retrata bem a nossa amizade... seja nos momentos felizes ou nos momentos de dificuldades, melhor dizendo... de batalhas, nós sempre estamos unidos, um ajudando o outro... independente da distância. Nós nos sentimos como se um fosse o "porto seguro" do outro... quando nossas almas se encontram a alegria, a paz e a felicidade se concretizam em um sorriso e onde pisamos sentimos que, seja qual for a direção, todos os caminhos nos levarão ao paraíso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vwKY2FuvZaM/TaNUymBuVbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/61_URzziUCA/s1600/helcio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vwKY2FuvZaM/TaNUymBuVbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/61_URzziUCA/s320/helcio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594408390302258610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um amante da natureza e dos animais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U8KqHr09hgk/TaNUy7i09dI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Lc8QyahZKk0/s1600/Digitalizar0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 419px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U8KqHr09hgk/TaNUy7i09dI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Lc8QyahZKk0/s320/Digitalizar0019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594408396078249426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ele é realmente do outro mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwG3NYSS5cE/TaNUyXPHajI/AAAAAAAAA1I/WexrifeTNyA/s1600/helcio2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwG3NYSS5cE/TaNUyXPHajI/AAAAAAAAA1I/WexrifeTNyA/s320/helcio2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594408386331896370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Eu e meu padrinho há muuuuito tempo atrá hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E por fim gostaria de dizer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"Porto seguro da minha alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Coração que acalenta meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Por maior que sejam as ondas da saudade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E as tempestades das dificuldades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;O barco das nossas vidas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Sempre alcançará o porto seguro da nossa amizade"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/H_zgXDPgckU" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="360"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Companheiros de Batalha&lt;br /&gt;- Dire Straits -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Estas montanhas cobertas de névoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;são um lar para mim agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Mas meu lar são as planícies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;E sempre serão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Algum dia vocês voltarão para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;seus vales e suas fazendas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;e não mais arder o desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;de ser um companheiro de batalha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Por estes campos de destruição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Batismos de fogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Assisti a todo o seu sofrimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;enquanto a batalha se acirrava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;e apesar de terem me ferido gravemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;em meio ao medo e ao pânico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;vocês não me desertaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;meus companheiros de batalha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Há tantos mundos diferentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Tantos sóis diferentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;e nós temos apenas um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;mas vivemos em mundos distintos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Agora o sol foi para o inferno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;e a lua está alta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;deixe-me dizer adeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;todo homem tem de morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;mas está escrito nas estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;e em todas as linhas de sua mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;somos tolos de guerrear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;com nossos companheiros de batalha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-8799472339486361016?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/8799472339486361016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=8799472339486361016' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/8799472339486361016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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batalha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e3aE6QkMToA/TZsfm5aNhCI/AAAAAAAAA1A/USnesMQpvLs/s1600/21649958_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;- "Meu amigo não voltou do campo de batalha, senhor. Solicito permissão para ir buscá-lo." - Disse um soldado ao seu tenente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;- "Permissão negada." - Replicou o oficial. "Não quero que arrisque a sua vida por um homem que provavelmente está morto!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;O soldado, ignorando a proibição, saiu,e uma hora mais tarde regressou, mortalmente ferido, transportando o cadáver de seu amigo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;O oficial estava furioso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;- "Já tinha lhe dito que ele estava morto!!! Agora eu perdi dois homens. Diga-me: valeu a pena trazer um cadáver?"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o soldado, moribundo, respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;- "Claro que sim, senhor! Pois cheguei a tempo de ouvi-lo dizer suas últimas palavras: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;"TINHA CERTEZA QUE VOCÊ VIRIA AMIGO !""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e3aE6QkMToA/TZsfm5aNhCI/AAAAAAAAA1A/USnesMQpvLs/s1600/21649958_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 395px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e3aE6QkMToA/TZsfm5aNhCI/AAAAAAAAA1A/USnesMQpvLs/s320/21649958_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592098115416851490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-4932569292313225032?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/4932569292313225032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=4932569292313225032' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/4932569292313225032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/4932569292313225032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-campo-de-batalha.html' title='No campo de batalha'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e3aE6QkMToA/TZsfm5aNhCI/AAAAAAAAA1A/USnesMQpvLs/s72-c/21649958_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-6041565286393663785</id><published>2011-03-27T17:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T17:58:50.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O caminho para Santiago de Compostela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f8oxcf9wkCM/TY_crJBWlRI/AAAAAAAAA0g/C8trcg_UcLg/s1600/caminho_santiago.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4iN_drqLNa0/TY_crLSNzSI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/jNsUI8Ujwzs/s1600/Frente%2BLayout%2BPC%2BCaminho%2Bde%2BSantiago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 384px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4iN_drqLNa0/TY_crLSNzSI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/jNsUI8Ujwzs/s320/Frente%2BLayout%2BPC%2BCaminho%2Bde%2BSantiago.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588928296911752482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Hoje à tarde eu passei no Shopping Center de Rio Verde - GO com meu primo e resolvi comprar uns dvds bem legais... por sorte achei um documentário que fala sobre o caminho de Santiago de Compostela (mais detalhes clique &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caminhos_de_Santiago"&gt;AQUI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;). Dizem ser este caminho sagrado e que todos que o percorrem têm uma grande mudança espiritual em suas vidas, descobrem algo além da vida material e modificam sua maneira de pensar. Não resisti e assisti o documentário hoje mesmo e fiquei fascinado... pensei... tenho que já me programar para realizar este sonho de percorrer este caminho o mais rápido possível (risos). Adorei o documentário que dura apenas 40 minutos. Anotei algumas frases do documentário que achei muito interessante e compartilho estas com vocês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"Qualquer sonho é possível se damos o primeiro passo.&lt;br /&gt;Então quando desejarem algo,&lt;br /&gt;Todo o Universo conspirará a seu favor para que o obtenham,&lt;br /&gt;Mas terá de dar o primeiro passo para alcançar o seu sonho...&lt;br /&gt;e depois serão guiados."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;-Não há nenhum peregrino hoje?&lt;br /&gt;-Não&lt;br /&gt;- Mas de alguma maneira sente-se a energia de muitos,&lt;br /&gt;muitos séculos de peregrinações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quantas pessoas têm o coração ferido&lt;br /&gt;e passam o resto de suas vidas sofrendo de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Incapazes de aceitar a energia do amor de novo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f8oxcf9wkCM/TY_crJBWlRI/AAAAAAAAA0g/C8trcg_UcLg/s1600/caminho_santiago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f8oxcf9wkCM/TY_crJBWlRI/AAAAAAAAA0g/C8trcg_UcLg/s320/caminho_santiago.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588928296304153874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"Acho que todas as pontes têm um significado muito especial na nossa vida.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que um livro é uma ponte.&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer tipo de florescimento é uma ponte&lt;br /&gt;que permite que diferentes culturas se conectem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu percebo que o mais especial e mágico da vida...&lt;br /&gt;o que gosto de fazer, é grátis.&lt;br /&gt;Como caminhar. Eu adoro caminhar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O que aprende no princípio do caminho é viajar leve.&lt;br /&gt;E esta é uma verdade universal.&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe, a vida é muito.&lt;br /&gt;Queremos carregar muitas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Falo metaforicamente..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TkS7i2VtIcQ/TY_crBqm4pI/AAAAAAAAA0o/EN2zR45ulPE/s1600/santiago_de_compostela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TkS7i2VtIcQ/TY_crBqm4pI/AAAAAAAAA0o/EN2zR45ulPE/s320/santiago_de_compostela.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588928294329705106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"Nunca pensei que conhecer gente seja mera coincidência.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que sempre há um significado real em conhecer gente.&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser um trabalhador de um hotel, um jornalista,&lt;br /&gt;pode ser um peregrino, pode ser um motorista de taxi.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que passam tantas coisas para reunir gente."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uma vida sem amor é uma vida sem significado.&lt;br /&gt;Depois tenta escapar e vai amar a Deus.&lt;br /&gt;São bobagens.&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro, seja capaz de ser amado pelo seu vizinho,&lt;br /&gt;depois pode amar a Deus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não enfrente sua morte como sua inimiga mas como sua amiga.&lt;br /&gt;Minha morte está sentada aqui.&lt;br /&gt;É loira e linda.&lt;br /&gt;Olha pra mim e diz:&lt;br /&gt;“Vou beijar você”.&lt;br /&gt;Eu digo:&lt;br /&gt;“Espera, outro dia, não precisa me beijar hoje.”"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Hq8LKiwg2k/TY_cr-oMTUI/AAAAAAAAA0w/k9itCeECaXc/s1600/santiago_de_compostela_2007_763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Hq8LKiwg2k/TY_cr-oMTUI/AAAAAAAAA0w/k9itCeECaXc/s320/santiago_de_compostela_2007_763.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588928310694137154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"Cebrero é uma cidade pequena que significa algo especial para Paulo Coelho.&lt;br /&gt;Este é o lugar onde ele percebeu que seu sonho era tornar-se um escritor&lt;br /&gt;e onde decidiu seguir seu caminho na vida.&lt;br /&gt;Por esse motivo, tomou uma decisão muito especial:&lt;br /&gt;"-Nunca, nunca voltarei a Cebrero.&lt;br /&gt;Só voltarei a Cebrero em forma de cinzas.&lt;br /&gt;Depois, o vento me levará, porque meu espírito estará aqui,&lt;br /&gt;como qualquer outro espírito.""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"Não sou uma pessoa que pense muito no passado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Vivi meu passado tão intensamente quanto pude.&lt;br /&gt;Por exemplo... só fiz essa peregrinação uma vez,&lt;br /&gt;mas quando a fiz em 1986&lt;br /&gt;fiz com todo meu coração e todo meu corpo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"Tenho que render homenagem ao mistério de estar vivo.&lt;br /&gt;Então quero viver com as minhas perguntas...&lt;br /&gt;são muito mais interessantes que minhas respostas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vJnDvBh2Ihc/TY_csHNMvOI/AAAAAAAAA04/HJlT97c0teQ/s1600/santiago_de_compostela03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vJnDvBh2Ihc/TY_csHNMvOI/AAAAAAAAA04/HJlT97c0teQ/s320/santiago_de_compostela03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588928312996838626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-6041565286393663785?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/6041565286393663785/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=6041565286393663785' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/6041565286393663785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/6041565286393663785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-caminho-para-santiago-de-compostela.html' title='O caminho para Santiago de Compostela'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4iN_drqLNa0/TY_crLSNzSI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/jNsUI8Ujwzs/s72-c/Frente%2BLayout%2BPC%2BCaminho%2Bde%2BSantiago.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-1328011542352522867</id><published>2011-03-25T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T13:28:30.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O cachorro e o coelho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R93wddMudFY/TYz54IPyiBI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/UuJ-4C6w120/s1600/5944coelho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 437px; height: 328px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R93wddMudFY/TYz54IPyiBI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/UuJ-4C6w120/s320/5944coelho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588115980341643282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Eram dois vizinhos. O primeiro vizinho comprou um coelhinho para os filhos. Os filhos do outro vizinho pediram um bicho para o pai. O doido comprou um pastor alemão. Papo de vizinho:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;- Mas ele vai comer o meu coelho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;- De jeito nenhum. Imagina. O meu pastor é filhote. Vão crescer juntos, pegar amizade. Entendo de bicho. Problema nenhum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;E parece que o dono do cachorro tinha razão. Juntos cresceram e amigos ficaram. Era normal ver o coelho no quintal do cachorro e vice-versa. As crianças, felizes. Eis que o dono do coelho foi passar o final de semana na praia com a família e o coelho ficou sozinho. Isso foi na sexta-feira. No domingo, de tardinha, o dono do cachorro e a família tomavam um lanche, quando entra o pastor alemão na cozinha. Pasmo. Trazia o coelho entre os dentes, todo imundo, arrebentado, sujo de terra e, é claro, morto. Quase mataram o cachorro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;- O vizinho estava certo... E agora, meu Deus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;- E agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;A primeira providência foi bater no cachorro, escorraçar o animal, para ver se ele aprendia um mínimo de civilidade e boa vizinhança. Claro, só podia dar nisso. Mais algumas horas e os vizinhos iam chegar. E agora? Todos se olhavam. O cachorro rosnando lá fora, lambendo as pancadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;- Já pensaram como vão ficar as crianças?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;- E você cala a boca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Não se sabe exatamente de quem foi a idéia, mas era infalível. Vamos dar um banho no coelho, deixar ele bem limpinho, depois a gente seca com o secador da sua mãe e coloca na casinha dele no quintal. Como o coelho não estava muito estraçalhado, assim fizeram. Até perfume colocaram no falecido. Ficou lindo, parecia vivo, diziam as crianças. E lá foi colocado, com as perninhas cruzadas como convém a um coelho cardíaco. Umas três horas depois eles ouvem a vizinhança chegar. Notam o alarido e os gritos das crianças. Descobriram! Não deu cinco minutos e o dono do coelho veio bater à porta. Branco, lívido, assustado. Parecia que tinha visto um fantasma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;- O que foi? Que cara é essa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;- O coelho... O coelho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;- O quê que tem o coelho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;- Morreu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Todos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;- Morreu? Inda hoje de tarde parecia tão bem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;- Morreu na sexta-feira!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;- Na sexta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;- Foi. Antes da gente viajar as crianças enterraram ele no fundo do quintal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;*********************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;A história termina aqui. O que aconteceu depois não importa. Nem ninguém sabe. Mas o personagem que mais cativa nesta história toda, o protagonista da história, é o cachorro. Imagine o pobre do cachorro que, desde sexta-feira, procurava em vão pelo amigo de infância, o coelho. Depois de muito farejar descobre o corpo. Morto. Enterrado. O que faz ele? Provavelmente com o coração partido, desenterra o pobrezinho e vai mostrar para os seus donos. Provavelmente estivesse até chorando, quando começou a levar pancada de tudo quanto é lado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Como conclusão,  podemos dizer... coitado do cachorro? Não.    Coitado do  dono-do-cachorro?  Não.     Coitado é de nós... seres racionais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-1328011542352522867?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/1328011542352522867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=1328011542352522867' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/1328011542352522867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/1328011542352522867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-cachorro-e-o-coelho.html' title='O cachorro e o coelho'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R93wddMudFY/TYz54IPyiBI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/UuJ-4C6w120/s72-c/5944coelho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-774745191834571056</id><published>2011-03-25T04:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T04:45:15.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdão &amp; Esquecimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"Ou esquecemos ou perdoamos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Não dá pra fazer os dois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdoar é sempre lembrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;E sempre aceitar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Fabrício Carpinejar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VGVMjLOGlSE/TYyAKoopFvI/AAAAAAAAA0I/8sYoPXZouJw/s1600/8d60_11815-foto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VGVMjLOGlSE/TYyAKoopFvI/AAAAAAAAA0I/8sYoPXZouJw/s320/8d60_11815-foto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587982157854873330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-774745191834571056?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/774745191834571056/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=774745191834571056' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/774745191834571056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/774745191834571056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2011/03/perdao-esquecimento.html' title='Perdão &amp; Esquecimento'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VGVMjLOGlSE/TYyAKoopFvI/AAAAAAAAA0I/8sYoPXZouJw/s72-c/8d60_11815-foto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-3126045262388966590</id><published>2011-03-24T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T05:03:26.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Em meio a guerra o amor ainda sobrevive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zgocRVs3L38/TYsopYfFiKI/AAAAAAAAA0A/2tmvb-dPDIQ/s1600/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Há tempos vi uma linda reportagem mostrando alguns soldados que faziam  uma operação no Iraque para que a população estivesse livre da facção  resistente do Talibã. Por mais que aqueles soldados fossem lá para  guerrear, destruir ou matar, eles mesmo assim não permitiam  que esse sentimento de ódio os dominasse por completo. Por mais  complicada que seja a situação onde nos encontramos ainda nos sobra  força para deixarmos o que existe de bom em nós florecer. Estes mesmos  soldados durante as batalhas recolhiam os animais abandonados,  principalmente e os gatinhos... quanto ao resto do post acho que as  imagens falarão por si... Deixo um grande abraço a todos que estão  visitando meu blog, tanto o pessoal "das antigas" quanto os novos amigos  que estão chegando por agora !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-thyk30bv5So/TYsoovr2D2I/AAAAAAAAAzo/xVJslJC8JQU/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-thyk30bv5So/TYsoovr2D2I/AAAAAAAAAzo/xVJslJC8JQU/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587604443143475042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zgocRVs3L38/TYsopYfFiKI/AAAAAAAAA0A/2tmvb-dPDIQ/s1600/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zgocRVs3L38/TYsopYfFiKI/AAAAAAAAA0A/2tmvb-dPDIQ/s320/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587604454095816866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fDEp421A6t8/TYsopAyt1KI/AAAAAAAAAz4/CiB50bD0--c/s1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"Mesmo o mais insignificante gesto de bondade diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"Eu preocupo-me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"Tu interessas-me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"Pensei em ti"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;E isso eleva o coração."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny de Vries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jytg24PRHCE/TYSe9lhZaxI/AAAAAAAAAy4/iBt5n6WTuS4/s1600/caridade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 325px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jytg24PRHCE/TYSe9lhZaxI/AAAAAAAAAy4/iBt5n6WTuS4/s320/caridade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585764218727656210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-622513091599416174?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/622513091599416174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=622513091599416174' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/622513091599416174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/622513091599416174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2011/03/frase-de-jenny-de-vries.html' title='Frase de Jenny de Vries'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jytg24PRHCE/TYSe9lhZaxI/AAAAAAAAAy4/iBt5n6WTuS4/s72-c/caridade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-2592798034773191266</id><published>2011-02-24T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T10:07:56.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Livro: O que vale a pena</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yTuqVmKE4Ig/TWaeSOqDLDI/AAAAAAAAAx8/e04PHIQhClI/s1600/livro%252Bo%252Bque%252Bvale%252Ba%252Bpena%252Bwendy%252Blustbader%252Balegro%252B2002%252Bp%252B259%252Bosasco%252Bsp%252Bbrasil__43BFC6_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 404px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yTuqVmKE4Ig/TWaeSOqDLDI/AAAAAAAAAx8/e04PHIQhClI/s320/livro%252Bo%252Bque%252Bvale%252Ba%252Bpena%252Bwendy%252Blustbader%252Balegro%252B2002%252Bp%252B259%252Bosasco%252Bsp%252Bbrasil__43BFC6_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577319224554236978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Você já imaginou se fosse possível fazer um balanço de sua vida - dos erros, dos acertos, das grandes e pequenas lições - antes de a vida ser vivida? Seria como ir ao futuro, verificar o que foi e o que poderia ter sido, voltar ao presente e viver, de outra forma, com mais felicidade, a vida ideal.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Pessoas mais velhas acumulam tais experiências -mas nem sempre nos espelhamos nelas, ou seja, nos conselhos dos mais velhos, para traçarmos o destino. O livro O que vale a pena, da assistente social norte-americana Wendy Lustbader, se propõe a examinar os conhecimentos de pessoas anônimas na casa dos 60 aos 90 anos e nelas se inspirar para dar conselhos e lições de vidas em busca do equilíbrio e da felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;O resultado é um livro encantador, como se fossem pílulas de sabedoria com depoimentos colhidos ao longo de 20 anos no trabalho de Wendy em asilos de idosos. A obra soma casos que refletem sobre temas conflitantes da vida como: casamento, amor, ciúme, qualidade de vida, família, trabalho, doença e velhice.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Esta publicação, lançamento exclusivo da Jardim dos Livros, inclui histórias surpreendentes e emocionantes, que fazem rir e chorar. Ao lê-las, é impossível não se perguntar: "Como será minha vida quando envelhecer? Terei sido feliz? Terei gasto meus dias em coisas que não valeram a pena? Perdi meu tempo com coisas fúteis e conflitos inúteis? O que vale a pena, afinal?"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Ler este livro significa aprender com experiências de pessoas anônimas que acertaram ou erraram ao longo da vida e, ao final dela, refletem sobre o que foi e o que poderia ter sido. As histórias, narradas na primeira pessoa, com comentários da autora, relatam casos de superação e conquista.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Wendy, em seu trabalho por mais de duas décadas em asilos, sempre acreditou que seus pacientes eram pessoas privilegiadas, com muitas histórias para contar. As experiências foram divididas em onze capítulos sobre a arte de viver bem, tempo, espiritual idade, casamento, estar triste, trabalho, doença, fragilidade, boa conduta, arrependimento e velhice.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;O conjunto de belas histórias foi extraído de seu extenso diário de trabalho. As mais emocionantes são as de homens e mulheres que, ao final da vida, mantiveram o espírito jovem, cheio de esperança e alegria. Pessoas que apenas ficaram mais velhas - mas preservaram a energia e a alegria de viver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bqjyVBl4XuA/TWab6X19HCI/AAAAAAAAAx0/rry1uAXdvaM/s1600/IDOSO%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 469px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bqjyVBl4XuA/TWab6X19HCI/AAAAAAAAAx0/rry1uAXdvaM/s320/IDOSO%2B007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577316615679974434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Fonte: www.parana-online.com.br&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2866661333515489726-2592798034773191266?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/2592798034773191266/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=2592798034773191266' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/2592798034773191266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/2592798034773191266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2011/02/livros-o-que-vale-pena.html' title='Livro: O que vale a pena'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yTuqVmKE4Ig/TWaeSOqDLDI/AAAAAAAAAx8/e04PHIQhClI/s72-c/livro%252Bo%252Bque%252Bvale%252Ba%252Bpena%252Bwendy%252Blustbader%252Balegro%252B2002%252Bp%252B259%252Bosasco%252Bsp%252Bbrasil__43BFC6_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-2744503836760956630</id><published>2011-02-23T08:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T08:18:39.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O lápis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vmArV6AGvxg/TWUw3ZPAkDI/AAAAAAAAAxk/H4_uMnZ31T4/s1600/a-lapis2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vmArV6AGvxg/TWUw3ZPAkDI/AAAAAAAAAxk/H4_uMnZ31T4/s320/a-lapis2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576917441793003570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;O menino olhava a avó escrevendo uma carta. A certa altura, perguntou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;- Você está escrevendo uma história que aconteceu conosco? E por acaso, é uma história sobre mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;A avó parou a carta, sorriu, e comentou com o neto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;-Estou  escrevendo sobre você; é verdade. Entretanto, mais importante do que as  palavras, é o lápis que estou usando. Gostaria que você fosse como ele,  quando crescesse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;O menino olhou para o lápis, intrigado, e não viu nada de especial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;-Mas ele é igual a todos os lápis que vi em minha vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Tudo depende do modo como você olha as coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Há cinco qualidades nele que, se você conseguir mantê-las, será sempre uma pessoa em paz com o mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"Primeira  qualidade: você pode fazer grandes coisas, mas não deve esquecer nunca  que existe uma Mão que guia seus passos. Esta mão nós chamamos de Deus, e  Ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; deve sempre conduzi-lo em direção à Sua vontade".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"Segunda  qualidade: de vez em quando eu preciso parar o que estou escrevendo, e  usar o apontador. Isso faz com que o lápis sofra um pouco, mas no final,  ele &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;está mais afiado. Portanto, saiba suportar algumas dores, porque elas o farão ser uma pessoa melhor".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"Terceira  qualidade: o lápis sempre permite que usemos uma borracha para apagar  aquilo que estava errado. Entenda que corrigir uma coisa que fizemos não  é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;necessariamente algo mau, mas algo importante para nos manter no caminho da justiça”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"Quarta  qualidade: o que realmente importa no lápis não é a madeira ou sua  forma exterior, mas o grafite que está dentro. Portanto, sempre cuide  daquilo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;que acontece dentro de você".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"Finalmente,  a quinta qualidade do lápis: ele sempre deixa uma marca. Da mesma  maneira, saiba que tudo que você fizer na vida, irá deixar traços, e  procure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; ser consciente de cada ação".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2866661333515489726-2744503836760956630?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/2744503836760956630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=2744503836760956630' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/2744503836760956630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/2744503836760956630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-lapis_23.html' title='O lápis'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vmArV6AGvxg/TWUw3ZPAkDI/AAAAAAAAAxk/H4_uMnZ31T4/s72-c/a-lapis2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-5615572966234118647</id><published>2011-02-18T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T12:05:38.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicidade Eterna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l34ET2OWXas/TV7QaGwCVAI/AAAAAAAAAxc/HrglNlb59f8/s1600/banho-de-chuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l34ET2OWXas/TV7QaGwCVAI/AAAAAAAAAxc/HrglNlb59f8/s320/banho-de-chuva.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575122535638520834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Oh Deus, que faço dessa felicidade ao meu redor&lt;br /&gt;que é eterna, eterna, eterna e que passará daqui a um instante.&lt;br /&gt;Porque o corpo só nos ensina a ser mortal? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-5615572966234118647?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/5615572966234118647/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=5615572966234118647' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/5615572966234118647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/5615572966234118647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2011/02/felicidade-eterna.html' title='Felicidade Eterna'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l34ET2OWXas/TV7QaGwCVAI/AAAAAAAAAxc/HrglNlb59f8/s72-c/banho-de-chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-3629881708920367591</id><published>2011-02-11T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T11:34:31.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase de Gilbert Cesbron</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DbdauFstNtg/TVWLPi_TDyI/AAAAAAAAAxU/3dduXcxYIwo/s1600/poesia%2Bo%2Bsil%25C3%25AAncio.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;É-nos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;possível viver sozinhos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DbdauFstNtg/TVWLPi_TDyI/AAAAAAAAAxU/3dduXcxYIwo/s1600/poesia%2Bo%2Bsil%25C3%25AAncio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 374px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DbdauFstNtg/TVWLPi_TDyI/AAAAAAAAAxU/3dduXcxYIwo/s320/poesia%2Bo%2Bsil%25C3%25AAncio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572513213147451170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desde&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; que seja à &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;espera de alguém&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gilbert Cesbron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-3629881708920367591?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/3629881708920367591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=3629881708920367591' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/3629881708920367591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/3629881708920367591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2011/02/uma-vida-so.html' title='Frase de Gilbert Cesbron'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DbdauFstNtg/TVWLPi_TDyI/AAAAAAAAAxU/3dduXcxYIwo/s72-c/poesia%2Bo%2Bsil%25C3%25AAncio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-364112937746142338</id><published>2011-02-01T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T07:50:40.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gengis Khan e o seu Falcão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TUggmaKURKI/AAAAAAAAAxI/sizKwYXPxJg/s1600/katana-genghis-khan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 399px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TUggmaKURKI/AAAAAAAAAxI/sizKwYXPxJg/s320/katana-genghis-khan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568736783473329314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Certa manhã, o guerreiro mongol Gengis Khan e sua corte saíram para caçar.&lt;/span&gt;  Enquanto  seus companheiros levavam flechas e arcos, Gengis Khan carregava seu  falcão favorito no braço - que era melhor e mais preciso que qualquer  flecha, porque podia subir aos céus e ver tudo aquilo que o ser humano  não consegue ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entretanto, apesar  de todo o entusiasmo do grupo, não conseguiram encontrar nada.  Decepcionado, Gengis Khan voltou para seu acampamento - mas para não  descarregar sua frustação em seus companheiros, separou-se da comitiva e  resolveu caminhar sozinho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tinham  permanecido na floresta mais tempo que o esperado, e Khan estava morto  de cansaço e de sede. Por causa do calor do verão, os riachos estavam  secos, não conseguia encontrar nada para beber até que - milagre! - viu  um fio de água descendo de um rochedo à sua frente.Na mesma hora,  retirou o falcão do seu braço, pegou o pequeno cálice de prata que  sempre carregava consigo, demorou um longo tempo para enchê-lo e, quando  estava prestes a levá-la aos lábios, o falcão levantou vôo e arrancou o  copo de suas mãos, atirando-o longe. Gengis Khan ficou furioso, mas era  seu animal favorito, talvez estivesse também com sede. Apanhou o  cálice, limpou a poeira, e tornou a enchê-lo. Com o copo pela metade, o  falcão de novo atacou-o, derramando o líquido. Gengis Khan adorava seu  animal, mas sabia que não podia deixar-se desrespeitar em nenhuma  circustantância, já que alguém podia estar assistindo à cena de longe e,  mais tarde, contar aos seus guerreiros que o grande conquistar era  incapaz de domar uma simples ave. Desta vez, tirou a espada da cintura,  pegou o cálice, recomeçou a enchê-lo - mantendo um olho na fonte e outro  no falcão. Assim que viu ter água suficiente e estava pronto para  beber, o falcão de novo levantou vôo, e veio em sua direção. Khan, em um  golpe certeiro, atravessou o seu peito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Mas  o fio de água havia secado. Decidido a beber de qualquer maneira, subiu  o rochedo em busca da fonte. Para sua surpresa, havia realmente uma  poça de água e, no meio dela, morta, uma das serpentes mais venenosas da  região. Se tivesse bebido a água, já não estaria mais no mundo dos  vivos. Khan  voltou ao acampamento com o falcão morto em seus braços. Mandou fazer  uma reprodução em ouro da ave, e gravou em uma das suas asas:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mesmo quando um amigo faz algo de que você não gosta,&lt;br /&gt;ele continua sendo seu amigo". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na outra asa, mandou escrever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"Qualquer ação motivada pela fúria é uma ação condenada ao fracasso".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TUgeya6B01I/AAAAAAAAAxA/bWSpPqitqA8/s1600/8650falcao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 428px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TUgeya6B01I/AAAAAAAAAxA/bWSpPqitqA8/s320/8650falcao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568734790808621906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&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/2866661333515489726-364112937746142338?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/364112937746142338/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=364112937746142338' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/364112937746142338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/364112937746142338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2011/02/certa-manha-o-guerreiro-mongol-gengis.html' title='Gengis Khan e o seu Falcão'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TUggmaKURKI/AAAAAAAAAxI/sizKwYXPxJg/s72-c/katana-genghis-khan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-4183513922546144674</id><published>2011-01-29T07:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T07:23:58.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eles precisam de nós</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TUQw3KfvSlI/AAAAAAAAAw4/cLw9Txniwpk/s1600/OgAAACzp513lEPU9S8fImmNrqy1WrsEajv8WF-UFJbYDPVmc8XAmW2Vocp4BZ31eviprPegsE-qMxWcPWorYdIOhpGsAm1T1UGMRSGjhf-tfW6j1vXme4Lg-u8eV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 442px; height: 330px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TUQw3KfvSlI/AAAAAAAAAw4/cLw9Txniwpk/s320/OgAAACzp513lEPU9S8fImmNrqy1WrsEajv8WF-UFJbYDPVmc8XAmW2Vocp4BZ31eviprPegsE-qMxWcPWorYdIOhpGsAm1T1UGMRSGjhf-tfW6j1vXme4Lg-u8eV.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567628763605191250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-4183513922546144674?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/4183513922546144674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=4183513922546144674' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/4183513922546144674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/4183513922546144674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2011/01/eles-precisam-de-nos.html' title='Eles precisam de nós'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TUQw3KfvSlI/AAAAAAAAAw4/cLw9Txniwpk/s72-c/OgAAACzp513lEPU9S8fImmNrqy1WrsEajv8WF-UFJbYDPVmc8XAmW2Vocp4BZ31eviprPegsE-qMxWcPWorYdIOhpGsAm1T1UGMRSGjhf-tfW6j1vXme4Lg-u8eV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-5452619995695984435</id><published>2011-01-24T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T16:25:38.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fernão Capelo Gaivota</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Dias atrás vi o filme da obra "Fernão Capelo Gaivota"  de Richard Bach, e anotei algumas pequeninas frases interessantes... Compartilho com vocês...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TT4WwGP3cBI/AAAAAAAAAww/I35-0b0RlVQ/s1600/fernao-capelo-gaivota.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 488px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TT4WwGP3cBI/AAAAAAAAAww/I35-0b0RlVQ/s320/fernao-capelo-gaivota.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565911205043204114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Talvez o segredo do vôo seja manter as asas imóveis"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amar é doar-se"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Estamos sempre partindo.&lt;br /&gt;Estamos sempre dizendo adeus"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quebre as correntes de seu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;e também irás quebrar as correntes do teu corpo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Como a página que anseia pela palavra que fala daquilo que é eterno "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TT4Wv7qWdxI/AAAAAAAAAwo/0YpKh1At18A/s1600/1-31102006163849-wallpaper_fernao_capelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 486px; height: 364px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TT4Wv7qWdxI/AAAAAAAAAwo/0YpKh1At18A/s320/1-31102006163849-wallpaper_fernao_capelo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565911202201499410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-5452619995695984435?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/5452619995695984435/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=5452619995695984435' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/5452619995695984435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/5452619995695984435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2011/01/fernao-capelo-gaivota.html' title='Fernão Capelo Gaivota'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TT4WwGP3cBI/AAAAAAAAAww/I35-0b0RlVQ/s72-c/fernao-capelo-gaivota.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-367716518980134475</id><published>2011-01-24T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T03:37:06.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Livro: Pequenos Gestos de Amor Eterno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TT4Rvddt96I/AAAAAAAAAwg/8r27MEjKZBI/s1600/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quanto tempo esperaria por amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Seria capaz de dar a vida pela memória de um beijo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TT4Rvddt96I/AAAAAAAAAwg/8r27MEjKZBI/s1600/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 542px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TT4Rvddt96I/AAAAAAAAAwg/8r27MEjKZBI/s320/image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565905696537311138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;1917. Moritz Daniecki consegue sobreviver à Revolução Russa. Decidido a  voltar para a sua amada Lotte, foge da prisão da Sibéria e inicia uma  longa e rigorosa viagem pela Ásia e Europa. O que Moritz teme é que  Lotte já não esteja à sua espera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;1992. Leo Dakin acorda numa cama de hospital algures no Equador. A sua  namorada está morta e ele não se lembra do que pode ter acontecido.  Culpando-se pela morte, entra numa espiral de loucura e desespero. Mas o  que Leo não sabe é que, muito em breve, fará uma descoberta que mudará a  sua vida para sempre. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Nesta estonteante estreia, Danny Schneimann pinta um retrato dramático  de dois homens que se agarram à vida pela memória do amor. Dois homens  cuja ligação misteriosa é revelada num espectacular desenlace a que não  ficará certamente indiferente. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-367716518980134475?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/367716518980134475/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=367716518980134475' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/367716518980134475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/367716518980134475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2011/01/quanto-tempo-esperaria-por-amor-seria.html' title='Livro: Pequenos Gestos de Amor Eterno'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TT4Rvddt96I/AAAAAAAAAwg/8r27MEjKZBI/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-2586367993622318723</id><published>2011-01-24T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T03:39:28.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feito de Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TT4RcbwI0mI/AAAAAAAAAwY/1b5hSp1tc2E/s1600/gestos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TT4RcbwI0mI/AAAAAAAAAwY/1b5hSp1tc2E/s320/gestos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565905369660183138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nada é pequeno e sem valor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando é feito com amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando você achar que sua vida está cheia do nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lembre-se:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;É do nada que você começa tudo""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-2586367993622318723?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/2586367993622318723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=2586367993622318723' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/2586367993622318723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/2586367993622318723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2011/01/feito-de-amor.html' title='Feito de Amor'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TT4RcbwI0mI/AAAAAAAAAwY/1b5hSp1tc2E/s72-c/gestos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-3780256892445692572</id><published>2011-01-24T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T15:03:31.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase - Sonho &amp; Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TT4EcVcmMWI/AAAAAAAAAwA/zXcl_frfLgw/s1600/dreams-of-an-ocean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 421px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TT4EcVcmMWI/AAAAAAAAAwA/zXcl_frfLgw/s320/dreams-of-an-ocean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565891074316448098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-family: georgia;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Se o seu coração é capaz de sentir os seus sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;e se você os deseja realmente, não se desespere por nada;&lt;br /&gt;pois quando você olhar para o céu e ver as estrelas brilhando acredite:&lt;br /&gt;esse é o momento em que os seus sonhos poderão ser verdadeiros."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TT4Ec7ETFGI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/oOZCwUx7DAg/s1600/dreaming_toc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 348px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TT4Ec7ETFGI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/oOZCwUx7DAg/s320/dreaming_toc1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565891084415079522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"Mais real que fazer da vida um sonho,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;é fazer do sonho uma vida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;pois nem sempre temos a vida que sonhamos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;s sempre teremos um sonho para viver."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TT4Eco50C_I/AAAAAAAAAwI/zy3ghbo39Ns/s1600/winter_dreaming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TT4Eco50C_I/AAAAAAAAAwI/zy3ghbo39Ns/s320/winter_dreaming.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565891079539264498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2866661333515489726-3780256892445692572?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/3780256892445692572/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=3780256892445692572' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/3780256892445692572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/3780256892445692572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2011/01/frase-sonho-vida.html' title='Frase - Sonho &amp; Vida'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TT4EcVcmMWI/AAAAAAAAAwA/zXcl_frfLgw/s72-c/dreams-of-an-ocean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-8236689827246872957</id><published>2011-01-24T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T14:02:04.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Victor Hugo - Frase</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TT32zfv-byI/AAAAAAAAAv4/bH9EKEjnFkQ/s1600/hope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TT32zfv-byI/AAAAAAAAAv4/bH9EKEjnFkQ/s320/hope.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565876079056285474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Porque a vida passou antes que pudéssemos viver"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-8236689827246872957?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/8236689827246872957/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=8236689827246872957' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/8236689827246872957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/8236689827246872957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2011/01/victor-hugo-frase.html' title='Victor Hugo - Frase'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TT32zfv-byI/AAAAAAAAAv4/bH9EKEjnFkQ/s72-c/hope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-5807476779716718361</id><published>2011-01-13T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T18:38:07.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Ser Forte é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Amar alguém em silêncio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Irradiar felicidade quando se é infeliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Tentar perdoar quem não merece perdão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Esperar quando não se acredita no retorno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Manter-se calmo no momento de desespero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Demonstrar alegria quando não se sente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Sorrir quando deseja chorar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Fazer alguém feliz quando se tem o coração em pedaços...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Calar quando o ideal seria gritar a todos sua angústia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Consolar quando precisa de consolo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Ter fé quando não se acredita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Por isso, mesmo diante da dura realidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;e por mais difícil que a vida possa parecer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Ame-a e seja FORTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TS-2x2_Gt7I/AAAAAAAAAvw/sI31L-A_eLM/s1600/reflexao_mensagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TS-2x2_Gt7I/AAAAAAAAAvw/sI31L-A_eLM/s320/reflexao_mensagem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561865032515893170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-5807476779716718361?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/5807476779716718361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=5807476779716718361' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/5807476779716718361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/5807476779716718361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2011/01/ser-forte-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TS-2x2_Gt7I/AAAAAAAAAvw/sI31L-A_eLM/s72-c/reflexao_mensagem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-4096388462467219729</id><published>2011-01-03T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T16:39:02.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz  2011  !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TSJr-1q4UiI/AAAAAAAAAvY/lRwyt7tVa_Q/s1600/drummond_smile.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TSJr-1q4UiI/AAAAAAAAAvY/lRwyt7tVa_Q/s320/drummond_smile.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558123617431605794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"Quem teve a idéia de dividir o tempo em fatias foi um individuo genial.&lt;br /&gt;Industrializou a esperança fazendo-a funcionar no limite da exaustão.&lt;br /&gt;Por que doze meses dão para qualquer ser humano entregar os pontos.&lt;br /&gt;Ai entra o milagre da renovação e tudo começa outra vez,&lt;br /&gt;Com outro número e outra vontade de acreditar que daqui&lt;br /&gt;por diante vai ser diferente"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CARLOS DRUMMOND DE ANDRADE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-4096388462467219729?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/4096388462467219729/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=4096388462467219729' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/4096388462467219729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/4096388462467219729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2011/01/feliz-2011.html' title='Feliz  2011  !!!'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TSJr-1q4UiI/AAAAAAAAAvY/lRwyt7tVa_Q/s72-c/drummond_smile.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-6672792623240705318</id><published>2010-12-23T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T17:44:48.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caridade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TRP6zQrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAts/wytIU-ggaXo/s1600/anafesta%2B045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 487px; height: 388px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TRP6zQrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAts/wytIU-ggaXo/s320/anafesta%2B045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554058524035324226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"A                        caridade é o processo de somar alegrias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt; diminuir                        males, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;multiplicar esperanças e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;dividir a felicidade                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;para que a Terra se realize na condição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;do                        esperado Reino de Deus." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Emmanuel, psicografado por                        Chico Xavier&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/2866661333515489726-6672792623240705318?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/6672792623240705318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=6672792623240705318' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/6672792623240705318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/6672792623240705318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/12/caridade.html' title='Caridade'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TRP6zQrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAts/wytIU-ggaXo/s72-c/anafesta%2B045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-2194551294768258724</id><published>2010-12-20T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T17:15:23.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Littlest things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TQ_9j998KOI/AAAAAAAAAtk/oELYdkFVVOs/s1600/Harr2-392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TQ_9j998KOI/AAAAAAAAAtk/oELYdkFVVOs/s320/Harr2-392.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552935659942717666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TQ_9jpmjjhI/AAAAAAAAAtc/AVoZqFwP6vU/s1600/C02-20-0369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TQ_9jpmjjhI/AAAAAAAAAtc/AVoZqFwP6vU/s320/C02-20-0369.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552935654475927058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TQ_9i63douI/AAAAAAAAAtU/ToiOpi7IQ_A/s1600/a909_11818-foto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 379px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TQ_9i63douI/AAAAAAAAAtU/ToiOpi7IQ_A/s320/a909_11818-foto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552935641930375906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's nothing bigger, is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  o  -&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/2866661333515489726-2194551294768258724?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/2194551294768258724/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=2194551294768258724' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/2194551294768258724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/2194551294768258724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/12/littlest-things.html' title='The Littlest things'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TQ_9j998KOI/AAAAAAAAAtk/oELYdkFVVOs/s72-c/Harr2-392.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-40046010589668297</id><published>2010-12-20T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T15:27:43.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem sabe um dia o céu pode se abrir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TQ_ku036bcI/AAAAAAAAAtM/XJALWDbCLzo/s1600/Meet_Joe_Black_18730_Medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cuM6OtrfqnQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cuM6OtrfqnQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[Parrish] Você ama o Drew? ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;          Você ama o Drew???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;[Susan] Como você amava a mamãe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[Parrish] Esqueça sobre eu e sua mãe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Você vai se casar com ele?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;[Susan] Provavelmente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[Parrish] Ouça... Eu gosto dele. Ele é inteligente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;agressivo, podia levar a empresa Parrish Comunicações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ao Século 21 e eu com ela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;[Susan] Então o que tem de errado Pai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[Parrish] Para mim, nada. Falo de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Não me preocupa o que fala do Drew, mas sim o que você "não fala" dele. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;[Susan] É você que não escuta Pai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[Parrish] Ah, escuto sim.&lt;br /&gt;Entre vocês não há uma gota de emoção,&lt;br /&gt;nem o menor entusiasmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Mostram a paixão de dois pingüins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Eu quero te ver arrebatada, flutuar,&lt;br /&gt;cantar extasiada, dançar como um dervixe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;[Susan] (risos) Só isso Pai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[Parrish] Sim. Seja delirantemente feliz ou predisposta a ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;[Susan] Ok!! Ser delirantemente feliz...(risos) Vou fazer o que posso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[Parrish] (risos) Sei que parece pieguice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Mas o amor é paixão... obsessão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Algo que você não pode viver sem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;É cair de quatro... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Amar loucamente alguém que corresponda seu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Como vai encontrá-lo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Esqueça a razão e siga o coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Mas não ouço o seu coração filha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A verdade é que... sem isso a vida não tem sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Terminar a longa jornada sem ter amado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;seria como não ter vivido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Você tem que tentar filha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Porque se não tentar, não terá vivido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;[Susan] Bravooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[Parrish] Você não tem jeito mesmo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;[Susan] Sinto muito. Está bem, pode me dizer tudo de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Mas a versão curta desta vez. (risos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[Parrish] Ok, ... Fique atenta. Quem sabe um dia o céu pode se abrir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[Trecho do filme: Encontro Marcado. Ano: 1998]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TQ_ku036bcI/AAAAAAAAAtM/XJALWDbCLzo/s1600/Meet_Joe_Black_18730_Medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 414px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TQ_ku036bcI/AAAAAAAAAtM/XJALWDbCLzo/s320/Meet_Joe_Black_18730_Medium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552908358689385922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2866661333515489726-40046010589668297?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/40046010589668297/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=40046010589668297' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/40046010589668297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/40046010589668297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/12/quem-sabe-um-dia-o-ceu-pode-se-abrir.html' title='Quem sabe um dia o céu pode se abrir...'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TQ_ku036bcI/AAAAAAAAAtM/XJALWDbCLzo/s72-c/Meet_Joe_Black_18730_Medium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-8927245751912257108</id><published>2010-12-09T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T17:03:44.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIlme: O príncipe das sombras (The dark side of the sun)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Dias atrás eu estava com vontade de assistir um daqueles filminhos que a gente não precisa pensar hehe.. Só pra curtir.. Compartilho com vocês um trecho de um belo diálogo que encontrei nele... que no final das contas me fez pensar um pouquinho... coisa que eu não estava pretendendo fazer naquela ocasião hehe mas valeu a pena.  Linda cena... uma conversa a dois à beira do mar, um maravilhoso sorriso e uma bela frase...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TQF7tyB2RvI/AAAAAAAAAtE/w8NUzNAsUKI/s1600/img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 431px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TQF7tyB2RvI/AAAAAAAAAtE/w8NUzNAsUKI/s320/img.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548852242351015666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Desde criança nunca fui como os outros foram&lt;br /&gt;Nem meus olhos nunca viram o que os outros viram&lt;br /&gt;Já que minhas paixões não tem a mesma origem&lt;br /&gt;Não vem da mesma fonte as dores que me afligem.&lt;br /&gt;Também o prazer era de outra natureza&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que amei, ninguém amou"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edgar Allan Poe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-8927245751912257108?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/8927245751912257108/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=8927245751912257108' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/8927245751912257108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/8927245751912257108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/12/filme-o-principe-das-sombras-dark-side.html' title='FIlme: O príncipe das sombras (The dark side of the sun)'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TQF7tyB2RvI/AAAAAAAAAtE/w8NUzNAsUKI/s72-c/img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-1136876746595786012</id><published>2010-12-08T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T17:21:26.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evis Presley - Ponte Sobre Águas Turbulentas</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="font-style: italic; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ponte Sobre Águas Turbulentas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando você está enfraquecida, sentindo-se pequena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando as lágrimas estiverem em seus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu enxugarei todas elas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Estou ao seu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando os tempos se tornarem tempestuosos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E os amigos simplesmente não podem ser encontrados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Como uma ponte sobre águas turbulentas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu me estenderei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, como uma ponte sobre águas turbulentas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu me estenderei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando você está pra baixo e desligada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando você está nas ruas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando a noite cair, de forma tão dura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu te confortarei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu assumirei sua parte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando a escuridão vier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E a dor está toda ao redor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sim, como uma ponte sobre águas turbulentas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu me deitarei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, como uma ponte sobre águas turbulentas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu me deitarei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Navegue, garota prateada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Navegue o seu caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seu tempo de brilhar chegou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Todos os seus sonhos estão a caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Veja como eles brilham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, se você precisar de um amigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu estou navegando bem atrás de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sim, como uma ponte sobre águas turbulentas,&lt;br /&gt;Eu aliviarei sua mente&lt;br /&gt;Como uma ponte sobre águas turbulentas,&lt;br /&gt;Eu aliviarei sua mente....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ciBxbrvk198?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ciBxbrvk198?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2866661333515489726-1136876746595786012?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/1136876746595786012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=1136876746595786012' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/1136876746595786012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/1136876746595786012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/12/evis-presley-ponte-sobre-aguas.html' title='Evis Presley - Ponte Sobre Águas Turbulentas'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-1952594212739547808</id><published>2010-11-11T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T16:26:20.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mãe é quem cria...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Mais uma vez o reino animal dando uma lição para nós "racionais"... lindo exemplo de amizade, compaixão e altruísmo. Mãe é quem cria hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TNyIfmN96mI/AAAAAAAAAss/JmYHXiOOTh0/s1600/cadela_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TNyIfmN96mI/AAAAAAAAAss/JmYHXiOOTh0/s320/cadela_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538451718175320674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TNyIfnKeNZI/AAAAAAAAAsk/aiVnCMNaxPM/s1600/cadela_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; 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Paixão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TNQ4vpj75qI/AAAAAAAAAsc/oVLY43WB_Ow/s1600/mandolin.jpe"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TNQ4vZVVCaI/AAAAAAAAAsU/taacywU7uNI/s1600/23330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 390px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TNQ4vZVVCaI/AAAAAAAAAsU/taacywU7uNI/s320/23330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536112228850534818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;" Quando nos apaixonamos é como uma insanidade temporária.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irrompe como um terremoto e depois abranda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, quando abranda, temos de tomar uma decisão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temos que decidir se as nossas raízes estão entrelaçadas&lt;br /&gt;ao ponto de ser inconcebível  conseguirmos partir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque o amor é isto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor não é a falta de ar... não é a emoção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é o desejo de acasalar a cada segundo do dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é ficar acordada toda a noite&lt;br /&gt;a imaginá-lo beijando-te todo o corpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso é só estar "apaixonado"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o que qualquer um de nós pode convencer-se que está.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O verdadeiro amor é o que resta quando a paixão se esvai. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TNQ4vpj75qI/AAAAAAAAAsc/oVLY43WB_Ow/s1600/mandolin.jpe"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 436px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TNQ4vpj75qI/AAAAAAAAAsc/oVLY43WB_Ow/s320/mandolin.jpe" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536112233206769314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Sinopse do filme:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Grécia, 1940. Cefalônia é uma ilha paradisíaca que em breve será  atingida pela guerra. Este momento é antecipado quando 8 mil gregos  derrotam quatorze mil italianos na fronteira com a Albânia, mas em pouco  tempo Hitler prepara uma retaliação para ajudar Mussolini e logo toda a  Grécia está ocupada. Mandras (Christian Bale), um pescador analfabeto  que lá vive, lutou contra os italianos e faz parte da resistência. Ele  também é noivo de Pelagia (Penelope Cruz), a filha de Iannis (John  Hurt), o médico do local, que abriga o capitão Antonio Corelli (Nicolas  Cage) por exigência das forças de ocupação. Inicialmente Pelagia rejeita  qualquer forma de aproximação de Corelli, pois ele é o inimigo, mas  enquanto Mandras esteve ausente a amizade entre Corelli e Pelagia  cresceu. A beleza e inteligência dela conquistaram o coração do capitão e  o afeto que ele tem com a comunidade o faz questionar sua razões para  lutar. Antonio se torna parte da vida dos aldeões, mas o momento é  passageiro e Antonio e Pelagia têm de escolher entre a submissão aos  seus países e o amor que eles sentem um pelo outro. Em 1943, os  italianos se rendem na Europa e quando os alemães exigem que todos na  ilha, inclusive os italianos, entreguem suas armas, Corelli não concorda  e não confia nas promessas dos oficiais germânicos. Assim decide junto  com um grupo de homens ficar na ilha e defendê-la dos nazistas, apesar  de ser impossível resistir ao poder bélico deles. &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/2866661333515489726-6594496169073341058?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/6594496169073341058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=6594496169073341058' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/6594496169073341058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/6594496169073341058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/11/captao-corelli-amor-paixao.html' title='Capitão Corelli :  Amor &amp; Paixão'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TNQ4vZVVCaI/AAAAAAAAAsU/taacywU7uNI/s72-c/23330.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-6475642418390610347</id><published>2010-10-12T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T14:46:36.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pálido Ponto Azul  por Carl Sagan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Numa conferência em 11 de Maio de 1996, Sagan falou dos seus pensamentos sobre a histórica fotografia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Olhem de novo para esse ponto. Isso é cá, isso é a nossa casa, isso  somos nós. Nele, todos a quem amam, todos a quem conhecem, qualquer um  do quem escutaram falar, cada ser humano que existiu, viveram as suas  vidas. O agregado da nossa alegria e nosso sofrimento, milheiros de  religiões autênticas, ideologias e doutrinas económicas, cada caçador e  colheitador, cada heroi e covarde, cada criador e destrutor de  civilização, cada rei e camponês, cada casal de namorados, cada mãe e  pai, criança cheia de esperança, inventor e explorador, cada mestre de  ética, cada político corrupto, cada superestrela, cada líder supremo,  cada santo e pecador na história da nossa espécie viveu aí, num grão de  pó suspenso num raio de sol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A Terra é um cenário muito pequeno numa vasta arena cósmica. Pensai  nos rios de sangue derramados por todos aqueles generais e imperadores,  para que, na sua glória e triunfo, vieram eles ser amos momentâneos duma  fração desse ponto. Pensai nas crueldades sem fim infligidas pelos  moradores dum canto deste pixel aos quase indistinguíveis moradores  dalgum outro canto, quão frequentes as suas incompreensões, quão ávidos  de se matar uns aos outros, quão veementes os seus ódios.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As nossas exageradas atitudes, a nossa suposta auto-importância, a  ilusão de termos qualquer posição de privilégio no Universo, são  reptadas por este pontinho de luz frouxa. O nosso planeta é um grão  solitário na grande e envolvente escuridão cósmica. Na nossa  obscuridade, em toda esta vastidão, não há indícios de que vá chegar  ajuda de algures para nos salvar de nós próprios.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A Terra é o único mundo conhecido, até hoje, que alberga a vida. Não  há mais algum, pelo menos no próximo futuro, onde a nossa espécie puder  emigrar. Visitar, pôde. Assentar-se, ainda não. Gostarmos ou não, por  enquanto, a Terra é onde temos de ficar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Tem-se falado da astronomia como uma experiência criadora de firmeza e  humildade. Não há, talvez, melhor demonstração das tolas e vãs soberbas  humanas do que esta distante imagem do nosso miúdo mundo. Para mim,  acentua a nossa responsabilidade para nos portar mais amavelmente uns  para com os outros, e para protegermos e acarinharmos o ponto azul  pálido, o único lar que tenhamos conhecido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HurA3M_CBJY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HurA3M_CBJY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-6475642418390610347?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/6475642418390610347/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=6475642418390610347' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/6475642418390610347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/6475642418390610347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/10/palido-ponto-azul-por-carl-sagan.html' title='Pálido Ponto Azul  por Carl Sagan'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-2168093786825491494</id><published>2010-10-02T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T07:14:29.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>" O casulo "   por   Nikos Kazantzakis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TKc99LZY8ZI/AAAAAAAAArM/oLqvJK3UekU/s1600/6_casulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TKc99LZY8ZI/AAAAAAAAArM/oLqvJK3UekU/s320/6_casulo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523451589233799570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;                  O grande escritor grego Nikos Kazantzakis conta que, quando criança, reparou num casulo preso a uma árvore,          onde uma borboleta preparava-se para nascer. Esperou algum tempo, mas          - como estava demorando muito - resolveu esquentar o casulo com seu hálito;          a borboleta terminou saindo, mas suas asas ainda estavam presas, e morreu          pouco tempo depois.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;              "Era necessária uma paciente maturação feita          pelo sol, e eu não soube esperar", diz Kazantzakis. "Aquele          pequeno cadáver é, até hoje, um dos maiores pesos          que tenho na consciência. Mas foi ele que me fez entender o que          é um verdadeiro pecado mortal: forçar as grandes leis do          universo. É preciso paciência, aguardar a hora certa, e seguir          com confiança o ritmo que Deus escolheu para nossa vida".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-2168093786825491494?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/2168093786825491494/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=2168093786825491494' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/2168093786825491494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/2168093786825491494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-casulo-por-nikos-kazantzakis.html' title='&quot; O casulo &quot;   por   Nikos Kazantzakis'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TKc99LZY8ZI/AAAAAAAAArM/oLqvJK3UekU/s72-c/6_casulo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-8632867372419912121</id><published>2010-08-21T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T05:03:30.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O cavalo e o buraco</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Conta-se que um fazendeiro, que lutava com muitas dificuldades, possuía alguns cavalos para ajudar no trabalho de sua fazenda. Um dia, o capataz lhe trouxe a notícia que um de seus cavalos havia caído num velho poço abandonado. O buraco  era muito fundo e seria difícil tirar o animal de lá. O fazendeiro avaliou a situação e certificou-se de que o cavalo estava vivo. Mas pela dificuldade e o alto custo para retirá-lo do fundo do poço, decidiu que não valia a pena investir no resgate. Chamou o capataz e ordenou que sacrificasse o animal soterrando-o ali mesmo. O capataz chamou alguns empregados e orientou-os para que jogassem terra sobre o cavalo até que o encobrissem totalmente e o poço não oferecesse mais perigo aos outros animais. No entanto, na medida que a terra caía sobre seu dorso, o cavalo se sacudia e a derrubava no chão e ia pisando sobre ela. Logo os homens perceberam que o animal não se deixava soterrar, mas, ao contrário, estava subindo à medida que a terra caía, até que,  finalmente, conseguiu sair...".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TG-_6ka6ElI/AAAAAAAAAq0/hjG1wk9it1Q/s1600/015787962-fmm00-410x292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 411px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TG-_6ka6ElI/AAAAAAAAAq0/hjG1wk9it1Q/s320/015787962-fmm00-410x292.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507831882227257938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Moral da História&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Muitas vezes nós nos sentimos como se estivéssemos no fundo do poço e, de quebra, ainda temos a impressão de que estão tentando nos soterrar para sempre. É como se o mundo jogasse sobre nós a terra da incompreensão, da falta de oportunidade, da desvalorização, do desprezo e da indiferença. Nesses momentos difíceis, é importante que lembremos da lição profunda da história do cavalo e façamos a nossa parte para sair da dificuldade. Afinal, se permitimos chegar ao fundo do poço, só nos restam duas opções:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ou nos servimos dele como ponto de apoio para o impulso que nos levará ao topo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ou nos deixamos ficar ali até que a morte nos encontre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;É importante que, se estamos nos sentindo soterrar, vamos sacudir a terra e a aproveitemos para subir. Ademais, em todas as situações difíceis que enfrentamos na vida, temos o apoio incondicional de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-8632867372419912121?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/8632867372419912121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=8632867372419912121' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/8632867372419912121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/8632867372419912121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-cavalo-e-o-buraco_21.html' title='O cavalo e o buraco'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TG-_6ka6ElI/AAAAAAAAAq0/hjG1wk9it1Q/s72-c/015787962-fmm00-410x292.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-4811074195418092676</id><published>2010-08-21T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T04:17:40.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases de ocasiões</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Estes dias fui fazer uma visita a um determinado local e me deparei com duas frases muito interessantes que estavam colocadas em forma de quadros na parede. Elas me convidaram para muitas reflexões... compartilho com vocês:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"Quem não aprende com o passado&lt;br /&gt;está condenado a repeti-lo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"O auto-respeito é fruto da disciplina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; O senso de dignidade cresce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;com a capacidade de dizer a si próprio: não!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TG-1XR7s84I/AAAAAAAAAqg/b34NQjJBLh8/s1600/dificuldade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TG-1XR7s84I/AAAAAAAAAqg/b34NQjJBLh8/s320/dificuldade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507820280852837250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-4811074195418092676?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/4811074195418092676/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=4811074195418092676' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/4811074195418092676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/4811074195418092676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/08/frases-de-ocasioes.html' title='Frases de ocasiões'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TG-1XR7s84I/AAAAAAAAAqg/b34NQjJBLh8/s72-c/dificuldade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-6681594521648942281</id><published>2010-08-21T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T03:54:00.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obras inspiradas em Salvador Dali</title><content type='html'>Inspirados em Salvador Dali...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/63eXzXFSByg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/63eXzXFSByg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-6681594521648942281?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/6681594521648942281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=6681594521648942281' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/6681594521648942281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/6681594521648942281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/08/obras-inspiradas-em-salvador-dali.html' title='Obras inspiradas em Salvador Dali'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-1996691071149922617</id><published>2010-07-06T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T22:09:53.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trilha Sonora: A Casa das Sete Mulheres</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Linda composição de Marcus Viana intitulada: "Sinfonia Platina"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="460" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x6k6ML_NEBc&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x6k6ML_NEBc&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="460" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-1996691071149922617?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/1996691071149922617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=1996691071149922617' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/1996691071149922617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/1996691071149922617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/07/trilha-sonora-casa-das-sete-mulheres.html' title='Trilha Sonora: A Casa das Sete Mulheres'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-1673729020460974403</id><published>2010-07-04T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T23:49:33.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vida em Três Aspectos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TDF_ZfHuSzI/AAAAAAAAApw/XX4JL39aNNU/s1600/tristeza.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Em tudo, na vida, a perfeição é finalmente atingida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;não quando nada mais existe para acrescentar,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;mas quando não há mais nada para retirar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Antoine de Saint-Exuperry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TDF9VINk62I/AAAAAAAAApg/uXZUpBXORkk/s1600/C02-20-0371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 401px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TDF9VINk62I/AAAAAAAAApg/uXZUpBXORkk/s320/C02-20-0371.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490307222676499298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando eu ouço alguém suspirar:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;"-A vida é dura..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;eu sempre sou tentado a perguntar:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;"-Comparada a que?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sydney Harris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TDF_ZfHuSzI/AAAAAAAAApw/XX4JL39aNNU/s1600/tristeza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 388px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TDF_ZfHuSzI/AAAAAAAAApw/XX4JL39aNNU/s320/tristeza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490309496568695602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Não podemos fazer muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;sobre a extensão de nossa vida,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas podemos fazer muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;sobre a largura e a profundidade dela."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Evan Esar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TDF9VlxgqzI/AAAAAAAAApo/toQ98oPVr6c/s1600/75a8_11814-foto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TDF9VlxgqzI/AAAAAAAAApo/toQ98oPVr6c/s320/75a8_11814-foto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490307230611843890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-1673729020460974403?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/1673729020460974403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=1673729020460974403' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/1673729020460974403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/1673729020460974403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/07/vida-em-tres-aspectos.html' title='A Vida em Três Aspectos'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TDF9VINk62I/AAAAAAAAApg/uXZUpBXORkk/s72-c/C02-20-0371.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-2951950138746594385</id><published>2010-07-03T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T15:20:40.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase: Vitórias e Derrotas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TC-2zlRh7vI/AAAAAAAAApY/x7y6jtozQ44/s1600/agi20100702013_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TC-2zlRh7vI/AAAAAAAAApY/x7y6jtozQ44/s320/agi20100702013_300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489807468083146482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); text-align: center;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Não confunda derrotas com fracasso nem vitórias com  sucesso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); text-align: center;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Na vida de um campeão sempre haverá algumas derrotas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); text-align: center;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;assim  como na vida de um perdedor sempre haverá vitórias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); text-align: center;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A diferença é que,  enquanto os campeões crescem nas derrotas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); text-align: center;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; os perdedores se acomodam nas  vitórias.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); text-align: center;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); text-align: right;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roberto Shinyashiki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2866661333515489726-2951950138746594385?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/2951950138746594385/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=2951950138746594385' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/2951950138746594385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/2951950138746594385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/07/frase-vitorias-e-derrotas.html' title='Frase: Vitórias e Derrotas'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TC-2zlRh7vI/AAAAAAAAApY/x7y6jtozQ44/s72-c/agi20100702013_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-6182525787343616770</id><published>2010-07-01T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T17:45:17.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento: Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TC0xDLOANSI/AAAAAAAAAlw/fiC1-IS8klM/s1600/C02-19-0539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 411px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TC0xDLOANSI/AAAAAAAAAlw/fiC1-IS8klM/s320/C02-19-0539.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489097451455395106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Fui à floresta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque queria viver  profundamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e sugar a essência  da vida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eliminar tudo que não era  vida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e não, ao morrer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;descobrir que não vivi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2866661333515489726-6182525787343616770?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/6182525787343616770/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=6182525787343616770' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/6182525787343616770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/6182525787343616770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/07/pensamento-vida.html' title='Pensamento: Vida'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TC0xDLOANSI/AAAAAAAAAlw/fiC1-IS8klM/s72-c/C02-19-0539.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-1615950527682710116</id><published>2010-07-01T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T17:00:00.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase: Êxtase &amp; Poesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TC0reM3oaTI/AAAAAAAAAlo/z_1kztB2GDw/s1600/988630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 464px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TC0reM3oaTI/AAAAAAAAAlo/z_1kztB2GDw/s320/988630.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489091318685133106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Se estivesse de escolher entre&lt;br /&gt; o poder de escrever um poema&lt;br /&gt;e o êxtase de um poema não escrito,&lt;br /&gt;escolheria o êxtase.&lt;br /&gt;É uma forma superior de poesia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-1615950527682710116?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/1615950527682710116/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=1615950527682710116' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/1615950527682710116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/1615950527682710116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/07/frase-extase-poesia.html' title='Frase: Êxtase &amp; Poesia'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TC0reM3oaTI/AAAAAAAAAlo/z_1kztB2GDw/s72-c/988630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-8632852644776953047</id><published>2010-07-01T16:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T16:49:06.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento: Fé</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TC0os7vo32I/AAAAAAAAAlg/ujgT7Y6j7yo/s1600/perros-mendigo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TC0os7vo32I/AAAAAAAAAlg/ujgT7Y6j7yo/s320/perros-mendigo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489088273251360610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Como posso perder minha fé na justiça da vida,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando os sonhos dos que dormem&lt;br /&gt; num colchão de penas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;não são mais belos do que os sonhos&lt;br /&gt; dos que dormem no chão?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2866661333515489726-8632852644776953047?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/8632852644776953047/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=8632852644776953047' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/8632852644776953047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/8632852644776953047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/07/pensamento-fe.html' title='Pensamento: Fé'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TC0os7vo32I/AAAAAAAAAlg/ujgT7Y6j7yo/s72-c/perros-mendigo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-6765318555065219866</id><published>2010-06-29T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T23:59:43.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema: Ó Capitão! Meu Capitão!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem já assistiu o filme "Sociedade dos Poetas Mortos" segue o poema na íntegra onde os membros da "Sociedade" homenageiam o seu professor... aliás, o seu capitão, ó capitão ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TCrqF3c2q3I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/RQ3N1aIgA1g/s1600/dead-poets-society-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 416px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TCrqF3c2q3I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/RQ3N1aIgA1g/s320/dead-poets-society-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488456482409589618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="postbody"&gt;Oh capitão! Meu capitão! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="postbody"&gt;Oh capitão! Meu capitão! nossa viagem medonha  terminou; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="postbody"&gt; O barco venceu todas as tormentas, o prêmio que perseguimos foi ganho; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="postbody"&gt; O porto está próximo, ouço os sinos, o povo todo exulta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="postbody"&gt; Enquanto seguem com o olhar a quilha firme, o barco raivoso e audaz: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="postbody"&gt; Mas oh coração! coração! coração! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="postbody"&gt; Oh gotas sangrentas de vermelho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="postbody"&gt; No tombadilho onde jaz meu capitão, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="postbody"&gt; Caído, frio, morto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="postbody"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="postbody"&gt; Oh capitão! Meu capitão! erga-se e ouça os sinos; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="postbody"&gt; Levante-se - por você a bandeira dança - por você tocam os clarins; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="postbody"&gt; Por você buquês e fitas em grinaldas - por você a multidão na praia; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="postbody"&gt; Por você eles clamam, a reverente multidão de faces ansiosas: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="postbody"&gt; Aqui capitão! pai querido! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="postbody"&gt; Este braço sob sua cabeça; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="postbody"&gt; É algum sonho que no tombadilho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="postbody"&gt; Você esteja caído, frio e morto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="postbody"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="postbody"&gt; Meu capitão não responde, seus lábios estão pálidos e silenciosos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="postbody"&gt; Meu pai não sente meu braço, ele não tem pulsação ou vontade; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="postbody"&gt; O barco está ancorado com segurança e inteiro, sua viagem finda,  acabada; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="postbody"&gt; De uma horrível travessia o vitorioso barco retorna com o almejado  prêmio: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="postbody"&gt; Exulta, oh praia, e toquem, oh sinos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="postbody"&gt; Mas eu com passos desolados, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="postbody"&gt; Ando pelo tombadilho onde jaz meu capitão, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="postbody"&gt; caído, frio, morto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walt Whitman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TCrpHrWFwGI/AAAAAAAAAlI/HdWCTZ3NbDg/s1600/walt_whitman11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TCrpHrWFwGI/AAAAAAAAAlI/HdWCTZ3NbDg/s320/walt_whitman11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488455414008103010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Para ler uma breve biografia do autor clique &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://www.truca.pt/ouro/biografias1/walt_whitman.html"&gt;AQUI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2866661333515489726-6765318555065219866?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/6765318555065219866/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=6765318555065219866' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/6765318555065219866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/6765318555065219866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/06/poema-o-capitao-meu-capitao.html' title='Poema: Ó Capitão! Meu Capitão!'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TCrqF3c2q3I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/RQ3N1aIgA1g/s72-c/dead-poets-society-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-5938548753862927601</id><published>2010-06-19T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T22:01:48.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Música: "Go West"  by  Pet Shop Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ydkaJwqRWyE&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ydkaJwqRWyE&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Vá para o oeste"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Juntos) Nós seguiremos nosso caminho&lt;br /&gt;(Juntos) Nós partiremos algum dia&lt;br /&gt;(Juntos) Sua mão na minha mão&lt;br /&gt;(Juntos) Nós traçaremos nosso plano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Juntos) Nós iremos voar bem alto&lt;br /&gt;(Juntos) Diremos adeus a todos os nossos amigos&lt;br /&gt;(Juntos) Nós começaremos do zero&lt;br /&gt;(Juntos) Isto é o que nós faremos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Vá para o oeste) Lá a vida é cheia de paz&lt;br /&gt;(Vá para o oeste) A céu aberto&lt;br /&gt;(Vá para o oeste) Onde o céu é azul&lt;br /&gt;(Vá para o oeste) Isso é o que nós faremos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Juntos) Nós amaremos a praia&lt;br /&gt;(Juntos) Nós aprenderemos e ensinaremos&lt;br /&gt;(Juntos) Mudaremos nosso ritmo de vida&lt;br /&gt;(Juntos) Nós trabalharemos e teremos sucesso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eu amo você) Eu sei que você me ama,&lt;br /&gt;(Eu quero você) Como eu poderia discordar?&lt;br /&gt;(E é por isso que) Eu não protesto&lt;br /&gt;(E você diz) você fará o resto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Vá para o oeste) Lá a vida é cheia de paz&lt;br /&gt;(Vá para o oeste) A céu aberto&lt;br /&gt;(Vá para o oeste) Baby, você e eu&lt;br /&gt;(Vá para o oeste) Esse é nosso destino&lt;br /&gt;(Vá para o oeste) Verão ou inverno&lt;br /&gt;(Vá para o oeste) Nós ficaremos bem&lt;br /&gt;(Vá para o oeste) Onde o céu é azul&lt;br /&gt;(Vá para o oeste) Isso é o que nós faremos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá, onde o ar é livre&lt;br /&gt;Nós seremos (nós seremos) o que quisermos ser&lt;br /&gt;Agora, se nós persistirmos&lt;br /&gt;Nós encontraremos (nós encontraremos) nossa terra prometida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eu sei que) Existem muitos caminhos&lt;br /&gt;(Para viver lá) No sol ou na sombra&lt;br /&gt;(Juntos) Nós encontraremos o lugar&lt;br /&gt;(Para nos assentarmos) Onde existe muito espaço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Não olhe para trás) e o lugar lá atrás no leste&lt;br /&gt;(Lutando) Lutando apenas para banquetear&lt;br /&gt;(E Nós ficaremos) Prontos para sermos dois&lt;br /&gt;(Então é isso que) Nós vamos fazer&lt;br /&gt;(oh, o que nós faremos é...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lá a vida é cheia de paz) Vá para o oeste&lt;br /&gt;(A céu aberto) Vá para o oeste&lt;br /&gt;(Baby, você e eu) Vá para o oeste&lt;br /&gt;(Esse é nosso destino) Vamos, vamos, vamos, vamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-5938548753862927601?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/5938548753862927601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=5938548753862927601' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/5938548753862927601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/5938548753862927601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/06/musica-go-west-by-pet-shop-boys.html' title='Música: &quot;Go West&quot; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 385px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TB2RLS0ypFI/AAAAAAAAAko/knlzMMYWRr4/s320/somewhere1240149735.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484699544424981586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" class="sinopse"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sinopse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Universidade de Millfield, maio de 1972. Richard Collier (&lt;a href="http://www.cinemenu.com.br/artistas/christopher-reeve" rel="balao"&gt;Christopher  Reeve&lt;/a&gt;) é um jovem teatrólogo que conhece na noite de estréia da sua  primeira peça uma senhora, idosa, que lhe dá um antigo relógio de bolso  enquanto, em tom de súplica, lhe diz: "volte para mim". Ela se retira  sem dizer mais nada, deixando Richard intrigado enquanto volta para seu  quarto no Grand Hotel. Chicago, 1980. Richard não consegue terminar sua  nova peça, assim decide viajar sem destino certo e resolve se hospedar  no Grand Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TB2QtvjPqII/AAAAAAAAAkg/G53Hyk9935Y/s1600/SIT+Grand+x1024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TB2QtvjPqII/AAAAAAAAAkg/G53Hyk9935Y/s320/SIT+Grand+x1024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484699036739938434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lá resolve visitar o Salão Histórico, que esta está  repleto de antiguidades e curiosidades do hotel, e fica encantado com a  fotografia de uma bela mulher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Como não havia plaqueta de identificação  Richard procura Arthur Biehl (&lt;a href="http://www.cinemenu.com.br/artistas/bill-erwin" rel="balao"&gt;Bill  Erwin&lt;/a&gt;), um antigo funcionário do hotel, que diz para Richard que o  nome dela é Elise McKenna (&lt;a href="http://www.cinemenu.com.br/artistas/jane-seymour" rel="balao"&gt;Jane  Seymour&lt;/a&gt;), uma atriz famosa que fez uma peça no teatro do hotel em  1912.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TB2P-D64aoI/AAAAAAAAAkY/aWGBZ-gfzVU/s1600/elise_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TB2P-D64aoI/AAAAAAAAAkY/aWGBZ-gfzVU/s320/elise_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484698217574066818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Collier fica tão obcecado com o rosto de Elise que decide não  partir e então vai até uma biblioteca próxima, onde pesquisa sobre  McKenna. Para sua surpresa descobre que Elise é a mesma mulher que lhe  deu o relógio, que ele carrega até hoje. Richard então procura Laura  Roberts (&lt;a href="http://www.cinemenu.com.br/artistas/teresa-wright" rel="balao"&gt;Teresa Wright&lt;/a&gt;), que escreveu o artigo sobre Elise.  Inicialmente ela não o recebe bem, mas quando ele mostra o relógio Laura  fica espantada, pois era uma objeto de estimação que ela nunca se  separava e sumiu na noite em que ela morreu, ou seja, na noite em que  falou com Richard. Ao conversar mais calmamente com Laura, Richard toma  consciência que ele e Elise tinham vários fatores em comum... mas parece  que para achar a peça que falta deste bastante intricado quebra-cabeças  ele terá de ir em algum lugar do passado, mas para isto precisa se  desligar totalmente do presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TB2YjqXHDaI/AAAAAAAAAlA/tetebQqXE5A/s1600/somewhere-in-time-screen-capture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TB2YjqXHDaI/AAAAAAAAAlA/tetebQqXE5A/s320/somewhere-in-time-screen-capture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484707659641195938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segue um pequeno trecho do filme, pra mostrar um pouquinho de sua beleza:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"" A mulher dos meus sonhos está quase desaparecendo agora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Aquela que eu criei em minha mente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;O tipo de mulher com o qual todo homem sonha lá no fundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;...e que mais secretamente atinge seu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Quase que posso vê-la agora diante de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;O que eu diria a ela... se ela estivesse realmente aqui?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"Perdoe-me"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Há tempos não vivia este sentimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;É de se admirar, então, que eu tenha falhado em te reconhecer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Você... o trouxe a mim depois de tanto tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Há algum modo de que... de que eu possa te dizer como a minha vida mudou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Qualquer modo de fazê-la saber que... que doçura você me deu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Há tanto a dizer, que eu... que eu não consigo encontrar as palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Exceto por estas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"Eu te amo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;E tal eu diria a ela... se ela estivesse realmente aqui. ""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TB2T-EBTnlI/AAAAAAAAAk4/TnQxz1p8jUA/s1600/somewhere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 428px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TB2T-EBTnlI/AAAAAAAAAk4/TnQxz1p8jUA/s320/somewhere.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484702615647526482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Não passe batido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A cena do primeiro encontro é uma das mais belas que o mundo do cinema já produziu. Collier, se encontra ao lado de uma janela, e quando vê &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;McKenna, segue em sua direção... Mas a câmera não segue Collier e sim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;focaliza o reflexo na janela de McKenna passeando pelo bosque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. Instantes depois, neste mesmo reflexo, surge a imagem de Collier  se aproximando dela.  Tudo perfeito... um olhar, um sorriso, uma bela trilha sonora, um breve caminhar entre as árvores e um... "É você?"  encerram um momento eterno."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try   {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TB2Th--JhcI/AAAAAAAAAkw/DMpqwChMM8A/s1600/somewhere-in-time-198091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 447px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TB2Th--JhcI/AAAAAAAAAkw/DMpqwChMM8A/s320/somewhere-in-time-198091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484702133255767490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segue "A Trilha Sonora" :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x_YedfxNKow&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x_YedfxNKow&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2866661333515489726-4133969527404281330?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/4133969527404281330/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=4133969527404281330' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/4133969527404281330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/4133969527404281330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/06/filme-em-algum-lugar-do-passado.html' title='FIlme: Em Algum Lugar do Passado'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TB2RLS0ypFI/AAAAAAAAAko/knlzMMYWRr4/s72-c/somewhere1240149735.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-5644107987449725858</id><published>2010-06-19T19:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T20:03:52.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TB2E76pgqFI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/vxCiz9drz8g/s1600/CRIAN%C3%87A+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TB2E76pgqFI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/vxCiz9drz8g/s320/CRIAN%C3%87A+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484686086097643602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;"O sentimento é uma flor delicada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Manuseá-la é machucá-la."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Larra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-5644107987449725858?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/5644107987449725858/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=5644107987449725858' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/5644107987449725858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/5644107987449725858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/06/sentimento.html' title='Sentimento'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TB2E76pgqFI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/vxCiz9drz8g/s72-c/CRIAN%C3%87A+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-7306725042655233392</id><published>2010-06-19T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T20:05:12.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases de Jorge Kajuru</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um homem que pagou um preço muito caro para falar o que o povo não teria coragem. Denunciou políticos do alto escalão não só em Goiás mas também em São paulo. Hoje, seu casamento está destruído, sua esposa ameaçada teve que fugir para o exterior, perseguiram e caçaram suas rádios, expulso de várias emissoras por dizer "a verdade", cego de um olho e com apenas 20% da visão do outro olho... Este é o retrato de um homem que apesar de seus defeitos, apesar de ser conhecido como caluniador, mal-educado, encreiqueiro, etc... vai chegar até Deus e dizer com todo orgulho: "Eu não fiquei calado!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TB2DIi6ijzI/AAAAAAAAAkI/xQXBDTS9BFk/s1600/kajuru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TB2DIi6ijzI/AAAAAAAAAkI/xQXBDTS9BFk/s320/kajuru.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484684104041664306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Se você pensar você não fala."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Indignação é uma forma de Poder"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-O homem diz: "Perdi a esperança"&lt;br /&gt; -Então Deus diz: "Perdi um homem"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quer conhecer um amigo de verdade? Diga que você tá f... e sem grana..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-7306725042655233392?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/7306725042655233392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=7306725042655233392' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/7306725042655233392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/7306725042655233392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/06/frases-de-jorge-kajuru.html' title='Frases de Jorge Kajuru'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TB2DIi6ijzI/AAAAAAAAAkI/xQXBDTS9BFk/s72-c/kajuru.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-5145778902369959807</id><published>2010-06-19T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T19:31:22.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Atos &amp; Sentimentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TB19GlyhuhI/AAAAAAAAAj4/OomyRv-HWgQ/s1600/PASSARO+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TB19GlyhuhI/AAAAAAAAAj4/OomyRv-HWgQ/s320/PASSARO+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484677473383856658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Somos donos de nossos atos,&lt;br /&gt;mas não somos donos de nossos sentimentos,&lt;br /&gt;Somos culpados pelo que fazemos,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não somos culpados pelo que sentimos ,&lt;br /&gt;Podemos prometer atos,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não podemos prometer sentimentos,&lt;br /&gt;Atos são pássaros engaiolados,&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos são pássaros em vôo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TB19GBMuevI/AAAAAAAAAjw/4Tlkyl-BbO8/s1600/PASSARO+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TB19GBMuevI/AAAAAAAAAjw/4Tlkyl-BbO8/s320/PASSARO+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484677463561632498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-5145778902369959807?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/5145778902369959807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=5145778902369959807' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/5145778902369959807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/5145778902369959807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/06/atos-sentimentos.html' title='Atos &amp; Sentimentos'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/TB19GlyhuhI/AAAAAAAAAj4/OomyRv-HWgQ/s72-c/PASSARO+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-3795893571731175519</id><published>2010-05-25T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T11:08:24.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A diferença entre nós e o Cristo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Dizem que o maior mistério da Vida é a própria morte... Mas não penso assim... penso que o maior mistério que o ser-humano tem a desvendar refere-se à natureza íntima do Cristo. Jesus demonstrou ter a sabedoria de todas as leis durante os anos em que passou no seu apostolado. E seguindo teus ensinamentos, passamos a enxergar as coisas como Ele enxergava, sentir como Ele sentia e amar como Ele amava... Seguindo seus ensinamentos em sua pureza, ou seja, liberta da materialização que a maioria das religiões impõem à sua Doutrina, conseguiremos arrancar de nosso espírito todo o lodo de ódio e fel que existe em nosso ser... perdendo assim, a triste capacidade de odiar... até que um dia, somente as flores do amor e da caridade desabrochem em nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S_wRU3yCi5I/AAAAAAAAAjg/4yv-Z9_MuAE/s1600/jesus2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S_wRU3yCi5I/AAAAAAAAAjg/4yv-Z9_MuAE/s320/jesus2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475270297244568466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os trechos que seguem pertencem ao Livro: "Jesus: OFilho do Homem". Segundo a literatura árabe, não existe livro melhor que retrata o íntimo do Cristo como este...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus era um homem de júbilo, e foi nesse caminho que conheceu a dor dos homens. E foi do alto de sua dor que Ele contemplou a dor de todos os homens. Viu visões que nós não vimos, e ouviu vozes que nós não ouvimos; falou para multidões invisíveis, e falou através de nós para raças que ainda não haviam nascido."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"E Jesus muitas vezes ficava só. Estava entre nós, porém não era um de nós. ... E apenas na nossa solidão é que poderemos visitar a terra da sua solidão. Havia um distanciamento em Seus olhos e tristeza em sua voz. Mas hoje compreendo que Sua tristeza era ternura que demonstrava para os que sofriam, era solidariedade que oferecia a quem se sentia abandonado."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S_wRUuFQFHI/AAAAAAAAAjY/fG4Jb2E0EGk/s1600/jesus1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S_wRUuFQFHI/AAAAAAAAAjY/fG4Jb2E0EGk/s320/jesus1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475270294640792690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Muitas vezes, vi-O curvar-se para tocar a relva. E em meu coração ouvi-o dizer: “Pequenas coisas verdes, havereis de estar comigo no meu reino, da mesma forma que os carvalhos de Besan e os cedros do Líbano.”&lt;br /&gt;... Ele também falara de estrelas como nenhuma daquelas que povoam as nossas noites. ...onde a vida é para sempre jovem e a hora é sempre alvorada."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S_wRVYcORvI/AAAAAAAAAjo/1V8WSUCAPOw/s1600/jesus4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S_wRVYcORvI/AAAAAAAAAjo/1V8WSUCAPOw/s320/jesus4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475270306011432690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Embora conhecesse o belo em toda sua profundidade, a paz e a majestade da beleza jamais deixaram de surpreendê-lo... Nós, com os sentidos já desgastados, olhamos à plena luz do dia, mas não vemos. Aguçamos os ouvidos, mas não ouvimos; e estendemos as mãos, mas não chegamos a tocar. E embora todo o incenso da Arábia esteja em brasa, seguimos nossos caminhos sem sentir-lhe o cheiro. ... não mais estendemos os braços para tocar o pôr-do-sol, e nosso olfato não mais anseia pelas rosas de Sharon. ... E é aí que reside a diferença entre nós e o Cristo. Todos os seus sentidos se renovam continuamente, e o mundo para Ele era sempre novo. Para Ele, o choro de uma criança não era menor do que o clamor de toda a humanidade... Para Ele, um botão-de-rosa era um anseio por se aproximar de Deus..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-3795893571731175519?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/3795893571731175519/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=3795893571731175519' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/3795893571731175519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/3795893571731175519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/05/diferenca-entre-nos-e-o-cristo.html' title='A diferença entre nós e o Cristo'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S_wRU3yCi5I/AAAAAAAAAjg/4yv-Z9_MuAE/s72-c/jesus2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-1443094912098546564</id><published>2010-05-25T10:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T10:36:15.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus e Maria Madalena</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S_wJzixkUlI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/WA7ElUWmzrQ/s1600/maria3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 379px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S_wJzixkUlI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/WA7ElUWmzrQ/s320/maria3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475262028088365650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;Fico triste quando presencio certos escritores tentando humanizar o Amor do Cristo, mais especificamente o Amor do Cristo por Maria Madalena. O sentimento de amor que havia em Jesus estava liberto de quaisquer paixões humanas, um amor que não carecia de formas e visões para se aproximar... Sendo assim, escolhi alguns trechos do livro chamado "Jesus: O Filho do Homem" devido o mesmo conter um diálogo do primeiro encontro entre o Cristo e Maria Madalena que retrata a forma sublime de amor do Cristo, o amor pelo invisível que existe em nós... e também pelo sentimento de admiração que a presença do Cristo irradiava... espero que gostem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S_wJzFTSARI/AAAAAAAAAjA/ba7p_1lJCRA/s1600/maria1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S_wJzFTSARI/AAAAAAAAAjA/ba7p_1lJCRA/s320/maria1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475262020176707858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;[Maria sobre Jesus] Seu corpo era singular e cada parte parecia amar todas as outras. Terá sido minha solidão ou terá sido Sua fragrância que me atraiu para Ele? Terá sido a fome de meus olhos que desejavam beleza, ou terá sido Sua beleza que alcançou a luz dos meus olhos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;E Ele olhou para mim, e seus olhos noturnos me viram como nenhum outro homem me vira. E subitamente minha moral estava como que despida, e tornei-me tímida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;E a voz do mar estava em Suas palavras, e a voz do vento e das árvores. E, quando Ele as disse para mim, a vida falou à morte. Pois saiba, meu amigo, eu estava morta. Eu era uma mulher que divorciara de sua própria alma. Estava vivendo separada deste ser que agora vês. Pertencia a todos os homens, e a nenhum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;E Ele disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;“-Tens muitos amantes, contudo só eu te amo. Os outros homens amam a si próprios quando te procuram. Eu te amo em teu ser. Outros homens vêem uma beleza em ti que se desvanecerá mais brevemente que seus próprios anos. Mas eu vejo em ti uma beleza que não se desvanecerá, e no outono de teus dias, essa beleza não terá medo de se esvair no espelho, nem se ofenderá.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;“-Eu só amo o invisível em ti.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;Então, Ele se levantou e olhou para mim como as estações do ano olhariam para o campo, e sorriu. E tornou- a dizer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;“-Todos os homens te amam por si próprios quando te procuram. Eu te amo pelo ser que és...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;E Ele se foi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;Eu não sabia. Mas o crepúsculo em Seus olhos matou o dragão em mim, e eu me tornei uma mulher, tornei-me Maria, Maria Madalena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S_wJzQawLiI/AAAAAAAAAjI/tJrqR8j_UNI/s1600/maria2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S_wJzQawLiI/AAAAAAAAAjI/tJrqR8j_UNI/s320/maria2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475262023160835618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-1443094912098546564?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/1443094912098546564/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=1443094912098546564' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/1443094912098546564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/1443094912098546564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/05/jesus-e-maria-madalena.html' title='Jesus e Maria Madalena'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S_wJzixkUlI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/WA7ElUWmzrQ/s72-c/maria3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-4626540962268267661</id><published>2010-05-10T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T13:41:28.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases do Filme  "Don Juan DeMarco"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S-hXYLCUKqI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AL7CA5YupQM/s1600/C02-19-0544.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S-hUZcydUmI/AAAAAAAAAh4/eMNPL84CV64/s1600/JohnnyemDonJuandemarco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S-hUZcydUmI/AAAAAAAAAh4/eMNPL84CV64/s320/JohnnyemDonJuandemarco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469714543642759778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;"Cada mulher é um mistério a ser desvendado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;mas uma mulher nada esconde do amante verdadeiro"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;"Já conheceu uma mulher que você vê&lt;br /&gt;seus futuros filhos nos olhos dela?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;E sabe que seu coração finalmente encontrou um lar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;E que sua vida começa com ela e sem ela...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;certamente deve terminar? "&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Só há quatro perguntas de valor na vida:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é sagrado?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De que é feito o espírito?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelo que vale a pena viver?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pelo que vale a pena morrer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;A resposta para todas é a mesma:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somente o Amor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S-hXYLCUKqI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AL7CA5YupQM/s1600/C02-19-0544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 408px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S-hXYLCUKqI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AL7CA5YupQM/s320/C02-19-0544.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469717820232444578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-4626540962268267661?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/4626540962268267661/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=4626540962268267661' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/4626540962268267661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/4626540962268267661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/05/frases-do-filme-don-juan-de-marco.html' title='Frases do Filme  &quot;Don Juan DeMarco&quot;'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S-hUZcydUmI/AAAAAAAAAh4/eMNPL84CV64/s72-c/JohnnyemDonJuandemarco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-8422129683873495485</id><published>2010-05-10T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T11:18:57.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase: Viver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S-hNnnrBQPI/AAAAAAAAAhw/nHMmviascUI/s1600/felicidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S-hNnnrBQPI/AAAAAAAAAhw/nHMmviascUI/s320/felicidade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469707090501124338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"No dia da vitória comemore e seja feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não se esqueça de que todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;São especiais para quem sabe viver."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-8422129683873495485?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/8422129683873495485/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=8422129683873495485' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/8422129683873495485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/8422129683873495485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/05/frase-viver.html' title='Frase: Viver'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S-hNnnrBQPI/AAAAAAAAAhw/nHMmviascUI/s72-c/felicidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-411561942915125776</id><published>2010-05-05T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T23:28:16.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duetos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passam-se as décadas e a beleza de um dueto permanece...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GIGSVp5HA7c&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GIGSVp5HA7c&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/16dwsCAqN_Q&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/16dwsCAqN_Q&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-411561942915125776?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/411561942915125776/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=411561942915125776' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/411561942915125776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/411561942915125776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/05/duetos.html' title='Duetos'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-2737254100864066671</id><published>2010-05-05T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T23:23:51.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases Chocantes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S-JYpu_B47I/AAAAAAAAAhI/10K0NUsVh8Y/s1600/QUADROS+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S-JYqlBBVbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/HoxPVVnRScY/s1600/SOLID%C3%83O+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S-JYqlBBVbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/HoxPVVnRScY/s320/SOLID%C3%83O+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468030386095347122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Achei interessante fazer um post sobre as frases mais chocantes... ""pelo menos pra mim"" que já ouvi no mundo da sétima arte. Frases do tipo "Tapa na cara", "o que que é isso !!!" , "não escutei isto.." e por aí vai...  Pelo menos pra mim  é muito engraçado porque quando eu escuto eu dou um pulo da cama hehe e volto e escuto novamente e me pergunto:não, não é possível, deve ser erro da legenda hehe  mas não que eu concorde completamente com o conteúdo destas frases mas elas nos levam a reflexões de diversos assuntos que na maioria das vezes sempre fugimos... e que somente em um momento difícil a vida nos obriga a fazer tais reflexões. Então, aí vão:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...nós estamos destinados a perder&lt;br /&gt; as pessoas que amamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do contrário, como saberíamos&lt;br /&gt;que são importantes para nós?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do filme: O curioso caso de Benjamim Button&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Estamos sozinhos neste mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando você entende isso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pára de sofrer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do filme: A Força do Destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S-JYpu_B47I/AAAAAAAAAhI/10K0NUsVh8Y/s1600/QUADROS+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S-JYpu_B47I/AAAAAAAAAhI/10K0NUsVh8Y/s320/QUADROS+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468030371591480242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Quero saber quais são as suas esperanças e sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que se perderam ao longo do caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enquanto eu pensava em mim mesmo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do Filme: Don Juan de Marco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nada mais triste do que ter o espírito amputado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Para isso não há prótese."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do Filme: Perfume de Mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S-JaJ8fK8wI/AAAAAAAAAho/qKlqKAC_MpA/s1600/pobreza.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S-JaJ8fK8wI/AAAAAAAAAho/qKlqKAC_MpA/s320/pobreza.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468032024483394306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Duas pessoas só se machucam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando duvidam do amor que sentem."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do Filme: Dogville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[obs: péssimo filme, só essa frase pra salvar....]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S-JYqd5Mu1I/AAAAAAAAAhY/xFezczhMHxE/s1600/MAOS+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S-JYqd5Mu1I/AAAAAAAAAhY/xFezczhMHxE/s320/MAOS+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468030384183491410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sabe porque essas pessoas irão nos processar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Porque elas não sabem o que fazem&lt;br /&gt; com o seu sofrimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;É porque elas precisam de alguém pra culpar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do Filme: Awake - A vida por um fio&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/2866661333515489726-2737254100864066671?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/2737254100864066671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=2737254100864066671' title='22 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/2737254100864066671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/2737254100864066671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/05/frases-chocantes.html' title='Frases Chocantes'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S-JYqlBBVbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/HoxPVVnRScY/s72-c/SOLID%C3%83O+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-2045185410802914222</id><published>2010-04-30T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T00:09:48.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tocar É Amar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S9vITzkXZUI/AAAAAAAAAe0/m-5Iq903SBc/s1600/42902888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S9vITzkXZUI/AAAAAAAAAe0/m-5Iq903SBc/s320/42902888.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466182815330035010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Não compre animais, vá até um canil e adote...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Com o tempo você percebe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Que era você quem estava preso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Dentro de um mundo sem sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Eles, os animais, lhe estenderão os braços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Mas será o Amor que irá tocá-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;E você será salvo..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-2045185410802914222?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/2045185410802914222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=2045185410802914222' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/2045185410802914222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/2045185410802914222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/04/tocar-e-amar.html' title='Tocar É Amar'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S9vITzkXZUI/AAAAAAAAAe0/m-5Iq903SBc/s72-c/42902888.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-7421648684536137071</id><published>2010-04-28T22:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T22:41:57.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagens que Tocam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S9kbsFnMzVI/AAAAAAAAAc8/12S9Ak5VSLw/s1600/minuni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S9kbsFnMzVI/AAAAAAAAAc8/12S9Ak5VSLw/s320/minuni.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465430067025595730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"A amizade pode unir mundos tão distantes"&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/2866661333515489726-7421648684536137071?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/7421648684536137071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=7421648684536137071' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/7421648684536137071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/7421648684536137071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/04/imagens-que-tocam.html' title='Imagens que Tocam'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S9kbsFnMzVI/AAAAAAAAAc8/12S9Ak5VSLw/s72-c/minuni.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-6868239436397501981</id><published>2010-04-27T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T12:33:39.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Música: Mi Dispiace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S9c6mnXzp_I/AAAAAAAAAcs/Q8oiinxSM-4/s1600/Laura_Pausini_-_The_Best_Of_Laura_Pausini_-_E_Ritorno_Da_Te%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S9c6mnXzp_I/AAAAAAAAAcs/Q8oiinxSM-4/s320/Laura_Pausini_-_The_Best_Of_Laura_Pausini_-_E_Ritorno_Da_Te%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464901107915663346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Há uma diferença muito grande entre cantar com a voz...&lt;br /&gt;e cantar com a alma.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b1ImC_gheUM&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b1ImC_gheUM&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me Perdoa&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Mamãe eu sonhei que você batia na minha porta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;E  um pouco perdida tirei os seus óculos&lt;br /&gt;Mas para me ver melhor e  pela primeira vez&lt;br /&gt;Sentia que sentias que não somos iguais&lt;br /&gt;E  me abraçando estavas maravilhada&lt;br /&gt;Que fosse assim tão triste e  não encontrasse paz&lt;br /&gt;Mas quanto tempo fazia que não te  abraçava&lt;br /&gt;E naquele silêncio disse devagar... sinto muito&lt;br /&gt;Porém  bastava aquele barulho para me acordar&lt;br /&gt;Para me fazer chorar e  para me fazer voltar&lt;br /&gt;Á minha infância, e a todos aqueles dias  perdidos&lt;br /&gt;Onde no verão o céu transformava-se mar&lt;br /&gt;E  com as minhas velhas bonecas escutava&lt;br /&gt;As histórias que você  contava em voz baixa&lt;br /&gt;E quando entre os teus braços eu  adormecia&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber ainda se seria feliz&lt;br /&gt;Porém com  dezesseis anos eu mudei&lt;br /&gt;Agora me via como eu era na verdade&lt;br /&gt;E  me senti por um momento sozinha e desesperada&lt;br /&gt;Porque não era  mais a filha que queria&lt;br /&gt;E acabou ali a nossa confidência&lt;br /&gt;Aquelas  pequenas palavras que eram uma grande ajuda&lt;br /&gt;Eu me escondi em  uma indiferente paciência&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;E você terá remorso de um filho  que nunca teve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Passava a maior parte do tempo fora de casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Não  suportava as suas brigas por nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;E você também começava a se  tornar indiferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Porque era imensamente mais bonita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me  presenteará assim com um sonho do passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Jogarás o meu  coração no mar em uma garrafa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;E perdi a memória me faltando  coragem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Porque me envergonhava de ser sua filha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Mas  você não bate na minha porta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;E inutilmente tive um sonho que  não posso realizar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Porque tenho o pensamento muito vazio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Porque  o orgulho não quer te perdoar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Depois, se batesse de na minha  porta de verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Não arriscaria te dizer uma palavra ao menos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me  falaria com teu olhar um pouco severo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;E eu me sentiria outra  vez sozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Por isso te escrevo esta carta confusa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Para  reencontrar pelo menos em mim um pouco de paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;E não para te  implorar tarde demais uma desculpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Mas para conseguir te dizer  mamãe, sinto muito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Não é mais verdade que eu me envergonho  de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;E sinto você parecida na minha alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Esperarei  pacientemente um outro sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Te quero bem mamãe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Escreva-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Tua  filha.&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/2866661333515489726-6868239436397501981?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/6868239436397501981/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=6868239436397501981' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/6868239436397501981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/6868239436397501981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/04/musica-mi-dispiace.html' title='Música: Mi Dispiace'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S9c6mnXzp_I/AAAAAAAAAcs/Q8oiinxSM-4/s72-c/Laura_Pausini_-_The_Best_Of_Laura_Pausini_-_E_Ritorno_Da_Te%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-297779731923920564</id><published>2010-04-24T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T20:40:44.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filme: Sempre ao seu lado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S9O0cYtTmHI/AAAAAAAAAck/mvjMkFHpH88/s1600/sempre-ao-seu-lado12.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Desde E.T. Um extra-terrestre (e olha que faz muito tempo!!!) eu não chorava tanto em um filme... Jesus Cristo, Ave-Maria, Padim Ciço  o que é isto !!!!  Ainda bem que eu não fui assistir no cinema senão eu iria passar vergonha demais!!! Iria com certeza escutar:  ""Cria vergonha nessa cara sua... um homem desse tamanho chorando, é o fim do mundo!!!! "   Mas sério hehe dos três blogs que visitei que falavam sobre o filme todos os autores disseram que choraram compulsivamente... aí eu fiquei mais aliviado hehe... Vale a pena assistir gente, é emoção garantida na certa !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S9O0cYtTmHI/AAAAAAAAAck/mvjMkFHpH88/s1600/sempre-ao-seu-lado12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 445px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S9O0cYtTmHI/AAAAAAAAAck/mvjMkFHpH88/s320/sempre-ao-seu-lado12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463909172692359282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify; line-height: 1.4em; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sinopse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify; line-height: 1.4em; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Refilmagem  de uma produção japonesa que conta a história, baseada em fatos reais,  do relacionamento entre um cão da raça Akita e seu dono. Após vários  anos de convivência, o cão chamado Hachiko permaneceu por toda uma  década esperando seu dono voltar, quando na verdade ele havia morrido.  Muito popular no Japão, Hachiko é celebrado todos os anos como símbolo  de fidelidade e uma estátua em sua homenagem foi erguida numa praça em  Tóquio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify; line-height: 1.4em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify; line-height: 1.4em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify; line-height: 1.4em;"&gt;# Informações Técnicas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify; line-height: 1.4em;"&gt;Título no Brasil:   Hachiko: A Dog's Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify; line-height: 1.4em;"&gt;Título Original:  Hachiko: A Dog's Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify; line-height: 1.4em;"&gt;País  de Origem:  EUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify; line-height: 1.4em;"&gt;Gênero:  Drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify; line-height: 1.4em;"&gt;Ano de Lançamento:  2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify; line-height: 1.4em;"&gt;Estréia  no Brasil: 02/10/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify; line-height: 1.4em;"&gt;Site Oficial:  http://www.hachi-movie.jp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify; line-height: 1.4em;"&gt;Estúdio/Distrib.:   Imagem Filmes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify; line-height: 1.4em;"&gt;Direção:  Lasse Hallström&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UFY8vW5IedY&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UFY8vW5IedY&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-297779731923920564?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/297779731923920564/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=297779731923920564' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/297779731923920564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/297779731923920564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/04/filme-sempre-ao-seu-lado.html' title='Filme: Sempre ao seu lado'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S9O0cYtTmHI/AAAAAAAAAck/mvjMkFHpH88/s72-c/sempre-ao-seu-lado12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-3213323858784475501</id><published>2010-04-24T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T19:54:16.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema: "É Proibido" - Pablo Neruda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;É Proibido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É proibido chorar sem aprender,&lt;br /&gt;Levantar-se um dia  sem saber o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;Ter medo de suas lembranças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S9OrbRgSTxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/ihuvEJkbQGE/s1600/SOLID%C3%83O+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S9OrbRgSTxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/ihuvEJkbQGE/s320/SOLID%C3%83O+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463899257974181650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;É proibido  não rir dos problemas&lt;br /&gt;Não lutar pelo que se quer,&lt;br /&gt;Abandonar tudo  por medo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S9OraVAIvAI/AAAAAAAAAbU/KGeTssCrMGg/s1600/GATO+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S9OraVAIvAI/AAAAAAAAAbU/KGeTssCrMGg/s320/GATO+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463899241733209090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não transformar sonhos em realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;É proibido não  demonstrar amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fazer com que alguém pague por tuas dúvidas e  mau-humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;É proibido deixar os amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S9OraNZNJAI/AAAAAAAAAbM/LCslyc9YbsQ/s1600/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S9OraNZNJAI/AAAAAAAAAbM/LCslyc9YbsQ/s320/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463899239690871810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não tentar compreender  os que viveram juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chamá-los somente quando necessita deles.&lt;br /&gt;É  proibido não ser você mesmo diante das pessoas,&lt;br /&gt;Fingir que elas não  te importam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S9Ora9BNS-I/AAAAAAAAAbk/td-WIeb5zuE/s1600/CRIAN%C3%87A+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S9Ora9BNS-I/AAAAAAAAAbk/td-WIeb5zuE/s320/CRIAN%C3%87A+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463899252475120610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ser gentil só para que se lembrem de você,&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer  aqueles que gostam de você.&lt;br /&gt;É proibido não fazer as coisas por si  mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;Não crer em Deus e fazer seu destino,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S9OsGfyzvyI/AAAAAAAAAb0/e9ziXb3G7Rk/s1600/C02-20-0430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S9OsGfyzvyI/AAAAAAAAAb0/e9ziXb3G7Rk/s320/C02-20-0430.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463900000544341794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ter medo da vida e  de seus compromissos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não viver cada dia como se fosse um último  suspiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;É proibido sentir saudades de alguém sem se alegrar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S9OsGn0ZZFI/AAAAAAAAAb8/oWw3_b46ND4/s1600/C02-21-0943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S9OsGn0ZZFI/AAAAAAAAAb8/oWw3_b46ND4/s320/C02-21-0943.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463900002698486866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esquecer  seus olhos, seu sorriso, só porque seus caminhos se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;desencontraram,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer  seu passado e pagá-lo com seu presente.&lt;br /&gt;É proibido não tentar  compreender as pessoas,&lt;br /&gt;Pensar que as vidas deles valem mais que a  sua,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S9Ot8Mic_kI/AAAAAAAAAcM/6hQJobBRyZ8/s1600/hug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S9Ot8Mic_kI/AAAAAAAAAcM/6hQJobBRyZ8/s320/hug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463902022600031810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não saber que cada um tem seu caminho e sua sorte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;É  proibido não criar sua história,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deixar de dar graças a Deus por sua  vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S9OsG1v3n6I/AAAAAAAAAcE/lWibJcxThOU/s1600/IDOSO+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S9OsG1v3n6I/AAAAAAAAAcE/lWibJcxThOU/s320/IDOSO+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463900006437592994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Não ter um momento para quem necessita de você,&lt;br /&gt;Não  compreender que o que a vida te dá, também te tira.&lt;br /&gt;É proibido não  buscar a felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S9Ot8ode8nI/AAAAAAAAAcU/d32fop2kp5s/s1600/TRISTEZA+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S9Ot8ode8nI/AAAAAAAAAcU/d32fop2kp5s/s320/TRISTEZA+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463902030095381106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Não viver sua vida com uma atitude positiva,&lt;br /&gt;Não  pensar que podemos ser melhores,&lt;br /&gt;Não sentir que sem você este mundo  não seria igual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S9Ot885DXAI/AAAAAAAAAcc/6wsLBAXRcXM/s1600/C02-19-0546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S9Ot885DXAI/AAAAAAAAAcc/6wsLBAXRcXM/s320/C02-19-0546.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463902035579722754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"&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/2866661333515489726-3213323858784475501?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/3213323858784475501/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=3213323858784475501' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/3213323858784475501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/3213323858784475501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/04/e-proibido-e-proibido-chorar-sem.html' title='Poema: &quot;É Proibido&quot; - Pablo Neruda'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S9OrbRgSTxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/ihuvEJkbQGE/s72-c/SOLID%C3%83O+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-8648757345663471028</id><published>2010-04-24T15:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T20:05:39.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje, eu estive no paraíso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Hoje eu dormi por três horas...&lt;br /&gt;e acordei de uma viagem que há tempos não fazia...&lt;br /&gt;Se eu dissesse que fôra levado ao paraíso poucos acreditariam...&lt;br /&gt;tentei fugir das palavras neste dia, mas...&lt;br /&gt;juntamente com minha lucidez&lt;br /&gt;elas me acompanharam o tempo todo clamando por liberdade,&lt;br /&gt;sussurrando aos meus ouvidos que queriam viajar por outros mundos,&lt;br /&gt;ver novos olhares, sentir novos corações,&lt;br /&gt;pairar em outras mentes...&lt;br /&gt;Concenti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quando eu entrei no Paraíso dois anjos vieram me receber,&lt;br /&gt;e não muito diferente de meus pensamentos eles vieram&lt;br /&gt;na forma de dois pequeninos cães irradiando toda aquela alegria,&lt;br /&gt;toda aquela vida, todo aquele amor em seus olhares...&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-me perfeitamente o que disse neste instante:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"-Eu consigo ver a face de Deus em seus olhares..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S9NuKRWY76I/AAAAAAAAAbE/UCcGOZZGC9A/s1600/CAO+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S9NuKRWY76I/AAAAAAAAAbE/UCcGOZZGC9A/s320/CAO+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463831895665602466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;E chorei compulsivamente ao sentir o amor&lt;br /&gt;Daquele Ser que mais me amava...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momentos depois estava deitado sobre a relva,&lt;br /&gt;Eu e minha mãe conversávamos.&lt;br /&gt;Neste instante notei em meu ser que as dores perdiam tamanho,&lt;br /&gt;e que uma alegria sem palavras crescia em meu peito.&lt;br /&gt;Percebera que este lugar de intenso amor&lt;br /&gt;tinha em si o poder de se apossar de minh´alma.&lt;br /&gt;Multiplicava o que era bom dentro de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Reduzia ao pó as dores de minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E em nossa despedida, senti a pureza daquele lugar...&lt;br /&gt;e longe de certezas ou de razões...&lt;br /&gt;Me deu um beijo liberto do tempo, mas molhado de indagações&lt;br /&gt;e agora, neste exato momento, estou a me perguntar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo tivesse sido diferente?&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo pode ser diferente?&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo poderá ser diferente?  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S9NuKRWY76I/AAAAAAAAAbE/UCcGOZZGC9A/s1600/CAO+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S9Nt6kLB2EI/AAAAAAAAAa8/VUu6QZD4ioo/s1600/PAISAGEM+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 413px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S9Nt6kLB2EI/AAAAAAAAAa8/VUu6QZD4ioo/s320/PAISAGEM+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463831625840318530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-8648757345663471028?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/8648757345663471028/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=8648757345663471028' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/8648757345663471028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/8648757345663471028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/04/hoje-eu-estive-no-paraiso.html' title='Hoje, eu estive no paraíso...'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S9NuKRWY76I/AAAAAAAAAbE/UCcGOZZGC9A/s72-c/CAO+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-4261313218718691578</id><published>2010-04-23T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T20:13:22.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filme: Nosso Lar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Vida No Mundo Espiritual..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3EcOGAxYPHo&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3EcOGAxYPHo&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-4261313218718691578?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/4261313218718691578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=4261313218718691578' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/4261313218718691578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/4261313218718691578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/04/filme-nosso-lar.html' title='Filme: Nosso Lar'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-7221578660516012881</id><published>2010-04-06T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T21:21:32.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Crises" por Albert Einstein</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S7wGfGzFUGI/AAAAAAAAAas/3gyt6Ew1Fd0/s1600/coragem1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S7wF61MiHvI/AAAAAAAAAak/IDJ2QcqSsZI/s1600/einstein.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S7wF61MiHvI/AAAAAAAAAak/IDJ2QcqSsZI/s320/einstein.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457243356736397042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Quem atribui à crise seus fracassos e penúrias, violenta seu próprio  talento e respeita mais os problemas do que as soluções. A verdadeira  crise é a crise da incompetência. O incoveniente das pessoas e dos  países é a esperança de encontrar as saídas e as soluções fáceis. Sem  crise não há desafios. Sem desafios, a vida é uma rotina, uma lenta  agonia. Sem crise não há mérito. É na crise que aflora o melhor de cada  um. Falar de crise é promovê-la e calar-se sobre ela é exaltar o  conformismo. Em vez disso, trabalhemos duro. Acabemos de uma vez com a  única crise ameaçadora, que é a tragédia de não querer lutar para  superá-la.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S7wGfGzFUGI/AAAAAAAAAas/3gyt6Ew1Fd0/s1600/coragem1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S7wGfGzFUGI/AAAAAAAAAas/3gyt6Ew1Fd0/s320/coragem1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457243979936780386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exemplo de Coragem e Perseverança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-7221578660516012881?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/7221578660516012881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=7221578660516012881' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/7221578660516012881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/7221578660516012881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/04/crises-por-albert-einstein.html' title='&quot;Crises&quot; por Albert Einstein'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S7wF61MiHvI/AAAAAAAAAak/IDJ2QcqSsZI/s72-c/einstein.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-6728359518951554009</id><published>2010-04-06T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T21:19:43.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poesia - Pablo Neruda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S7wAV5_vu9I/AAAAAAAAAac/y_iSTjrP5JM/s1600/pablo_neruda_1.%28doc.1%29.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S7wAV5_vu9I/AAAAAAAAAac/y_iSTjrP5JM/s320/pablo_neruda_1.%28doc.1%29.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457237224811641810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foi nessa idade que a poesia me veio buscar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Não sei de onde veio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do inverno, de um rio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Não sei como nem quando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, não eram vozes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Não eram palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem silêncio&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Mas, da rua fui convocado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos galhos da noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Abruptamente entre outros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre fogos violentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Voltando sozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Lá estava eu sem rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;E fui tocado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pablo Neruda&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/2866661333515489726-6728359518951554009?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/6728359518951554009/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=6728359518951554009' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/6728359518951554009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/6728359518951554009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/04/poesia-pablo-nerud.html' title='Poesia - Pablo Neruda'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S7wAV5_vu9I/AAAAAAAAAac/y_iSTjrP5JM/s72-c/pablo_neruda_1.%28doc.1%29.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-2854981001358132306</id><published>2010-03-25T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T12:43:38.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento: Paraíso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S6uv_FitYlI/AAAAAAAAAaU/u_CFbphHsQw/s1600/Imagem0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tempos atrás estava assistindo um filme do Will Smith  ... muito bom por sinal porém bastante tenso e dramático   entitulado   "7 Vidas" ...    Em meio ao filme, como sempre, eu estava atento às melhores frases e diálogos que ocorreriam... e foi então que me chamou a atenção uma reflexão do personagem principal.... acho que ele tentava encontrar uma definição para um lugar ao qual comumente conhecemos como paraíso. E que bela definição ele deu....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"É todo lugar que tem o poder&lt;br /&gt;de curar a nossa alma..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S6uv-xaT_AI/AAAAAAAAAaM/FQIlwzgaC1Y/s1600/Imagem0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S6uv-xaT_AI/AAAAAAAAAaM/FQIlwzgaC1Y/s320/Imagem0062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452645266812566530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S6uv-toGUbI/AAAAAAAAAaE/BF06Pm8iFgw/s1600/Imagem0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S6uv-toGUbI/AAAAAAAAAaE/BF06Pm8iFgw/s320/Imagem0061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452645265796649394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S6uv-c06TyI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/TGvx9VN_9fQ/s1600/Imagem0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S6uv-c06TyI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/TGvx9VN_9fQ/s320/Imagem0060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452645261286985506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Que bom ter um lugar assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-2854981001358132306?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/2854981001358132306/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=2854981001358132306' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/2854981001358132306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/2854981001358132306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/03/pensamento-paraiso.html' title='Pensamento: Paraíso'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S6uv-xaT_AI/AAAAAAAAAaM/FQIlwzgaC1Y/s72-c/Imagem0062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-1498399151664125289</id><published>2010-03-25T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T10:52:15.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase: Homenagem ao Mês da Mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S6uijcklIBI/AAAAAAAAAZs/jMFkuDvd-Yk/s1600/IMG_0829.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;A mulher foi feita da costela do homem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;não dos pés para ser pisada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;nem da cabeça para ser superior,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;mas sim do lado para ser igual,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;debaixo do braço para ser protegida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;e do lado do coração para ser amada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Maomé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S6uijcklIBI/AAAAAAAAAZs/jMFkuDvd-Yk/s1600/IMG_0829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 421px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S6uijcklIBI/AAAAAAAAAZs/jMFkuDvd-Yk/s320/IMG_0829.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452630503710859282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-1498399151664125289?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/1498399151664125289/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=1498399151664125289' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/1498399151664125289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/1498399151664125289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/03/frase-homenagem-ao-mes-da-mulher.html' title='Frase: Homenagem ao Mês da Mulher'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S6uijcklIBI/AAAAAAAAAZs/jMFkuDvd-Yk/s72-c/IMG_0829.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-7354648861917054082</id><published>2010-03-15T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T19:40:43.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filme: O Livro de Eli  /  The Book of Eli</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinopse  do Filme &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Livro de Eli&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Denzel Washington (O Gangster) estrela esse filme dirigido pelos irmãos  Allen e Albert Hughes (Do Inferno). Num mundo pós-apocalíptico Eli  (Denzel) é um homem solitário que tem de proteger um livro sagrado que  pode conter a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="more-2677"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;resposta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; para salvação da humanidade, mas como todo  herói tem seu algoz nessa história não é diferente e para poder obter o  livro, um tirano prefeito de uma pequena cidade (Gary Oldman) fará de  tudo, mesmo que para isso tenha de matar Eli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BcH8McwKIVA&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BcH8McwKIVA&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="300" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-7354648861917054082?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/7354648861917054082/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=7354648861917054082' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/7354648861917054082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/7354648861917054082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/03/filme-o-livro-de-eli.html' title='Filme: O Livro de Eli  /  The Book of Eli'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-4166614814153856389</id><published>2010-03-02T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T18:57:39.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase: Francisco de Assis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S43PzN8wQeI/AAAAAAAAAZc/8tr5bi-NsSU/s1600-h/RATO+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S43PzN8wQeI/AAAAAAAAAZc/8tr5bi-NsSU/s320/RATO+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444236003385557474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="Gyi8qmpF2B"&gt;" Comece fazendo o que é necessário,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="Gyi8qmpF2B"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depois o que é possível,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="Gyi8qmpF2B"&gt;e de repente você estará fazendo o impossível."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(São Francisco de Assis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S43QEF5ePdI/AAAAAAAAAZk/j0bm2y1sXjM/s1600-h/RATO+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S43QEF5ePdI/AAAAAAAAAZk/j0bm2y1sXjM/s320/RATO+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444236293282086354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-4166614814153856389?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/4166614814153856389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=4166614814153856389' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/4166614814153856389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/4166614814153856389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/03/frase-francisco-de-assis.html' title='Frase: Francisco de Assis'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S43PzN8wQeI/AAAAAAAAAZc/8tr5bi-NsSU/s72-c/RATO+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-5817229275721676416</id><published>2010-02-27T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T14:33:00.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metade Feliz, Metade Triste</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Estou aqui na cidade de Rio Verde - GO participando de um momento muito marcante para nossa família: a formatura do meu tio Carlinhos. Como é bom presenciar momentos assim, de conquista de ideais, de sentimento de dever cumprido, de alegria.... mas estou publicando este post, em especial, devido a uma mensagem que encontrei no convite de formatura desta primeira turma de Medicina Veterinária da Fesurv. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S4mP-EiIWrI/AAAAAAAAAY8/SkpE4TdaKPw/s1600-h/S7300361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S4mP-EiIWrI/AAAAAAAAAY8/SkpE4TdaKPw/s320/S7300361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443039921185512114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Segue a mensagem na íntegra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"No dia de hoje,&lt;br /&gt;metade de mim quer sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;metade de mim quer chorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia de hoje,&lt;br /&gt;metade de mim quer ficar,&lt;br /&gt;metade de mim quer partir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que fica é a saudade.&lt;br /&gt;Saudade da faculdade, dos mestres, dos amigos,&lt;br /&gt;dos sonhos, músicas, alegrias e festas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas fica um vazio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;podíamos mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje,&lt;br /&gt;especialmente hoje,&lt;br /&gt;metade de mim quer sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;metade de mim quer chorar. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Depois que eu li esta mensagem, aquela parte que falara.... "podíamos mais..."  ficou ecoando em minha mente.... E pra ser sincero ela não saiu até agora... percorro os comodos de casa, as ruas de minha cidade e sempre escuto estas duas palavras:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; "podíamos mais...   podíamos mais...  podíamos mais..."  .....  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Acho que me tocou tanto porque o sentimento de desperdício de vida mexe um pouco com o ser-humano... e no entanto, estou a concluir que deveríamos sempre escutar estas duas palavras no exato tempo verbal em que estão empregadas... no futuro do pretérito. E encarando a vida como se fosse uma viagem no tempo, onde o ""hoje"" fôra como se uma segunda chance... de todo um futuro desperdiçado. Assim teremos mais força .... de absorver da vida, o máximo que ela pode nos dar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S4mb0pGQiwI/AAAAAAAAAZE/sZLjo4Nz5tE/s1600-h/abraco22222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S4mb0pGQiwI/AAAAAAAAAZE/sZLjo4Nz5tE/s320/abraco22222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443052953341561602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-5817229275721676416?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/5817229275721676416/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=5817229275721676416' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/5817229275721676416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/5817229275721676416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/02/metade-feliz-metade-triste.html' title='Metade Feliz, Metade Triste'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S4mP-EiIWrI/AAAAAAAAAY8/SkpE4TdaKPw/s72-c/S7300361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-2891278135463644870</id><published>2010-02-24T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T22:07:24.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Música: "Return to Innocence" by ENIGMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Decidi postar esta música em primeiro lugar por ter uma letra simples e com uma mensagem bastante singela. Acho que seu título em verdade é o objetivo de toda nossa vida. Sobre o video-clipe, achei muito bem pensado, cheio de coisas simples que acontecem em nossas vidas que jamais imaginamos como seriam se vistas "de uma outra direção...." Vale a pena vê-lo !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; width: 324px; height: 660px;" id="tbl_traducoes" class="cor_2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="col1 titulo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;" class="col2 titulo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;O Retorno À Inocência&lt;/h3&gt;[by Enigma]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="spc"&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;" class="col2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;" class="col2"&gt;Amor - devoção&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;" class="col2"&gt;  Sentimento - emoção&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="spc "&gt;&lt;td class="col1 vazio"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;" class="col2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;" class="col2"&gt;Não tenha medo por ser fraco&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;" class="col2"&gt;  Não tenha tanto orgulho por ser forte&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;" class="col2"&gt;  Apenas olhe dentro de seu coração, meu amigo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;" class="col2"&gt;  Esse será o retorno a você mesmo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;" class="col2"&gt;  O retorno à inocência&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="spc "&gt;&lt;td class="col1 vazio"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;" class="col2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;" class="col2"&gt;Se você quer, então comece a rir&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;" class="col2"&gt;  Se você deve, então comece a chorar&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;" class="col2"&gt;  Seja você mesmo, não se esconda&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;" class="col2"&gt;  Apenas acredite no destino&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="spc "&gt;&lt;td class="col1 vazio"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;" class="col2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;" class="col2"&gt;Não se importe com o que os outros dizem&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;" class="col2"&gt;  Apenas siga seu próprio caminho&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;" class="col2"&gt;  Não desista e use a chance&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;" class="col2"&gt;  Para retornar à inocência&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="spc "&gt;&lt;td class="col1 vazio"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;" class="col2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;" class="col2"&gt;Esse não é o começo do fim&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;" class="col2"&gt;  Esse é o retorno a você mesmo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;" class="col2"&gt;  O retorno à inocência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e8ec80b97e3aa4bc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De8ec80b97e3aa4bc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331597476%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DEF771B38BD4B481414CEAEEC2F025AE425658A9.51266FEB719955965B2BF0766CF1F2645ADE93C1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De8ec80b97e3aa4bc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkvuY6fIO8XSRrnanln-fE4rLbRI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="400" height="300" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De8ec80b97e3aa4bc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331597476%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DEF771B38BD4B481414CEAEEC2F025AE425658A9.51266FEB719955965B2BF0766CF1F2645ADE93C1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De8ec80b97e3aa4bc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkvuY6fIO8XSRrnanln-fE4rLbRI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caso o video não funcione ou você queira vê-lo com uma qualidade melhor clique &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rk_sAHh9s08"&gt;AQUI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-2891278135463644870?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e8ec80b97e3aa4bc&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/2891278135463644870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=2891278135463644870' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/2891278135463644870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/2891278135463644870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/02/musica-return-to-innocence-by-enigma.html' title='Música: &quot;Return to Innocence&quot; by ENIGMA'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-2758219727549902899</id><published>2010-02-24T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T22:12:38.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase de Filme: Reflexos da Inocência</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Nossa , nestas férias assisti ao filme "Reflexos da Inocência" e pouco antes de terminar o filme já me vinha uma frase em mente..... "Mais 2 horas de vida desperdiçadas na escolha de um mal filme..." Mas vocês não acreditam que no finalzinho deste, que considero um filme ... muito, muito muito , muito ruim, o ator principal me solta uma frase que minha vida toda procurei as palavras  para retratar um determinado pensamento. Puxa vida , que frase !!! Gol aos 48 do segundo tempo !!!! segue a frase:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"Quando criança, eu achava que para ser corajoso era preciso agir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;E que para sonhar ou progredir na vida era preciso coragem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Mas é apenas para ficar parado que é preciso ter coragem."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S4YI5uLyptI/AAAAAAAAAYw/JiSvLuCN2AA/s1600-h/flashbacks-of-a-fool-800-75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S4YI5uLyptI/AAAAAAAAAYw/JiSvLuCN2AA/s320/flashbacks-of-a-fool-800-75.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442046987466876626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;No dito popular é o famoso.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;""Não inventa moda!!! Fica na sua, que você ganha mais !!!!""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;PS: Aproveitando a frase.... não inventem de ver este filme , esta frase é a única coisa útil do mesmo... hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-2758219727549902899?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/2758219727549902899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=2758219727549902899' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/2758219727549902899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/2758219727549902899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/02/frase-de-filme-reflexos-da-inocencia.html' title='Frase de Filme: Reflexos da Inocência'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S4YI5uLyptI/AAAAAAAAAYw/JiSvLuCN2AA/s72-c/flashbacks-of-a-fool-800-75.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-8454170050647228796</id><published>2010-02-24T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T20:57:13.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Por um momento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nas minhas férias houve várias ocasiões especiais, mas neste momento gostaria de falar de duas destas.... Compromissos encerrados no mês de Dezembro e a alegria de ir pra casa aumentando em meu coração e no meu olhar.... Coisas arrumadas, malas "despachadas", e por fim coloquei as duas rodas na estrada e pedi a benção ao Nosso Pai para me proteger na viagem...&lt;br /&gt;puxa vida...&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu estava em um trecho entre São Carlos e Ribeirão Preto fôra como se ouvisse uma voz que chegara a mim em forma de um raio de luz dizendo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Ei ! Eu estou aqui !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estranho...&lt;br /&gt;era uma voz em forma de raio de luz...&lt;br /&gt;mas a cena era tão linda que tive que parar para observar, para contemplar aquele maravilhoso nascer-do-sol. Não poderia deixar de pensar que o Criador respondera o meu apelo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Estou de olho em você"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cenas assim não ocorrem todos os dias, parece que é somente quando a esperança pulsa vibrante em nós que percebemos isto... Eu somente vi o nascer-do-sol porque aquele dia eu estava em paz comigo mesmo, em paz com tudo e todos... Ah se todo dia fosse assim... Mas é bom compartilhar isto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S4X8_QsuT9I/AAAAAAAAAYg/jeDcrnmeg94/s1600-h/Imagem0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px; height: 328px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S4X8_QsuT9I/AAAAAAAAAYg/jeDcrnmeg94/s320/Imagem0041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442033888491622354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Não poderia deixar de tirar uma foto da cena, é claro !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S4X83vAAf1I/AAAAAAAAAYY/afn1LiOIO7Y/s1600-h/Imagem0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 446px; height: 333px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S4X83vAAf1I/AAAAAAAAAYY/afn1LiOIO7Y/s320/Imagem0036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442033759186616146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Outro momento muito semelhante a este foi quando visitei um lugar ao qual sempre quando vou me vem a seguinte frase em mente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; "Não houve outro lugar onde fui mais feliz"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu só vi aquele pôr-do-sol porque, exatamente como dissera antes, eu estava em paz comigo... meu coração sentia que iria encontrar paz nas lembranças da infância, nos sorrisos de boas-vindas, na natureza me cercando, me envolvendo em cada canto... Este momento eu vou lembrar pra sempre. Eu parei exatamente ali, onde o sol se despedia daquele dia tão lindo. Naquele lugar havia um campo de soja em um tom verde-amarelo, uma mata ao fundo, uma grande nuvem envolvendo o sol, parecia que eu estava dentro de uma obra de arte... Deus... parecia que eu estava entrando no paraíso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S4YApC0dO_I/AAAAAAAAAYo/3GBfmzmZjQs/s1600-h/Imagem0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S4YApC0dO_I/AAAAAAAAAYo/3GBfmzmZjQs/s320/Imagem0045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442037904855350258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;E mais uma foto, é claro !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;E como, por um momento, vivi esta frase do nosso caro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;" class="texto_cinza_13"&gt;Gabriel Garcia Marquez:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"É necessário abrir os olhos&lt;br /&gt;e perceber que as coisas boas estão dentro de nós,&lt;br /&gt;onde os sentimentos não precisam de motivos&lt;br /&gt;nem os desejos de razão.&lt;br /&gt;O importante é aproveitar o momento&lt;br /&gt;e aprender sua duração,&lt;br /&gt;pois a vida está nos olhos de quem sabe ver."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="texto_cinza_13"&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/2866661333515489726-8454170050647228796?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/8454170050647228796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=8454170050647228796' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/8454170050647228796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/8454170050647228796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/02/por-um-momento.html' title='Por um momento'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S4X8_QsuT9I/AAAAAAAAAYg/jeDcrnmeg94/s72-c/Imagem0041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-7112566491331005478</id><published>2010-02-24T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T22:14:59.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humor: ""Simon´s Cat"" um novo Garfield ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nas minhas procuras no site Youtube por videos de humor, acabei encontrando uma série bem legal. Ao que tudo parece foi um trabalho amador que fez um sucesso um tanto inesperado e os internautas acabaram sempre pedindo mais.... As aventuras de Simon e seu gato se resumem na eterna luta deste último em sempre conseguir seu alvo favorito: COMIDA !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguem os videos de alguns episódios:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este foi o primeiro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w0ffwDYo00Q&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w0ffwDYo00Q&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este é meu video favorito:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I1qHVVbYG8Y&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I1qHVVbYG8Y&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E este é bem legal !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4rb8aOzy9t4&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4rb8aOzy9t4&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height=300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divirtam-se !!  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-7112566491331005478?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/7112566491331005478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=7112566491331005478' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/7112566491331005478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/7112566491331005478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/02/humor-simons-cat-um-novo-garfield.html' title='Humor: &quot;&quot;Simon´s Cat&quot;&quot; um novo Garfield ???'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-6309468691989661293</id><published>2010-02-24T19:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T22:27:18.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Férias Acabaram....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S4XwjkOLDgI/AAAAAAAAAYI/zP6VKPk2c40/s1600-h/COELHO+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S4XwjkOLDgI/AAAAAAAAAYI/zP6VKPk2c40/s320/COELHO+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442020218556321282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Olá pessoal !!! Primeiramente gostaria de falar a todos que acompanham o meu blog que estou muito feliz em novamente voltar as escrever nesta página... Minhas férias acabaram, as viagens diminuiram e estou aqui, de volta pra compartilhar um pouquinho das minhas experiências, conhecimentos e histórias com todos vocês! Deixo aqui o meu grande abraço a todos e que possamos ter um ano muito proveitoso... sempre preenchendo nossa alma com o melhor alimento que o Deus nos dá: O AMOR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-6309468691989661293?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/6309468691989661293/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=6309468691989661293' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/6309468691989661293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/6309468691989661293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2010/02/as-ferias-acabaram.html' title='As Férias Acabaram....'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/S4XwjkOLDgI/AAAAAAAAAYI/zP6VKPk2c40/s72-c/COELHO+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-2239043805632603852</id><published>2009-12-06T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T20:10:31.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Música: Yesterday - The Beatles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/Sxx8iFU6CyI/AAAAAAAAAXY/vb7tZJKA-U4/s1600-h/89-paulbw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/Sxx8iFU6CyI/AAAAAAAAAXY/vb7tZJKA-U4/s320/89-paulbw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412337777179757346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;A letra de "Yesterday", uma das mais emblemáticas canções de Paul McCartney e dos Beatles, foi escrita em Portugal, dentro de um carro, no trajeto de cinco horas, por estradas más, na altura, entre Lisboa e Faro. Foi o próprio McCartney que o confessou no livro "Yesterday And Today", editado em 1995 nos 30 anos da canção.  Ele teve a idéia da música em um sonho... Ele sonhou com a melodia e na hora que acordou correu para o piano e escreveu uma das mais belas canções de todos os tempos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lwS_YDzxH3M&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lwS_YDzxH3M&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesterday (Ontem)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Ontem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Todos os meus problemas pareciam tão distantes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Agora parece que eles vieram pra ficar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Oh, eu acredito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; No passado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; De repente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Não sou metade do homem que costumava ser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Existe uma sombra pairando sobre mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Oh ontem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Veio de repente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Por que ela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Teve que ir eu não sei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Ela não me disse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Eu disse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Algo de errado e agora eu sinto falta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Do ontem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Ontem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; O amor era um jogo tão fácil de se jogar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Agora eu preciso de um lugar pra me esconder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Oh eu acredito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; No passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Por que ela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Teve que ir eu não sei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Ela não me disse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Eu disse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Algo de errado e agora eu sinto falta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Do ontem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Ontem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; O amor era um jogo tão fácil de se jogar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Agora eu preciso de um lugar pra me esconder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Oh eu acredito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; No passado&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/2866661333515489726-2239043805632603852?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/2239043805632603852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=2239043805632603852' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/2239043805632603852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/2239043805632603852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2009/12/musica-yesterday-beatles.html' title='Música: Yesterday - The Beatles'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/Sxx8iFU6CyI/AAAAAAAAAXY/vb7tZJKA-U4/s72-c/89-paulbw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-976692074802331783</id><published>2009-12-06T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T19:43:32.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pennsamento: Sócrates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/Sxx50tNRQmI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/SePVNrv-GpY/s1600-h/CRIAN%C3%87A+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/Sxx50tNRQmI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/SePVNrv-GpY/s320/CRIAN%C3%87A+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412334798587904610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Uma vida não refletida&lt;br /&gt;é uma vida que não vale a pena ser vivida"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sócrates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-976692074802331783?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/976692074802331783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=976692074802331783' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/976692074802331783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/976692074802331783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2009/12/pennsamento-socrates.html' title='Pennsamento: Sócrates'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/Sxx50tNRQmI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/SePVNrv-GpY/s72-c/CRIAN%C3%87A+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-5903601986453817083</id><published>2009-12-06T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T19:38:13.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Música: At The End Of A Rainbow - Earl Grant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/Sxx2PtCykBI/AAAAAAAAAXI/8RtKq2qep7s/s1600-h/eart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/Sxx2PtCykBI/AAAAAAAAAXI/8RtKq2qep7s/s320/eart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412330864353906706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="letra01"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;                      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No final de um arco-íris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(At The End Of A Rainbow)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;                      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No final de um arco-íris&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Você encontra um pote de ouro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; No final de uma história&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Você percebe que tudo já foi dito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas nosso amor tem um tesouro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que nossos corações sempre poderão gastar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E ele tem uma história&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sem qualquer final&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No final de um rio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As águas interrompem sua correnteza&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No final de um caminho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não há mais para onde ir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas apenas diga que me ama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E que você é só minha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E nosso amor crescerá&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Até o final dos tempos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B8qacMTv8qM&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B8qacMTv8qM&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-5903601986453817083?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/5903601986453817083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=5903601986453817083' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/5903601986453817083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/5903601986453817083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2009/12/musica-at-end-of-rainbow-earl-grant.html' title='Música: At The End Of A Rainbow - Earl Grant'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/Sxx2PtCykBI/AAAAAAAAAXI/8RtKq2qep7s/s72-c/eart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-8390313512709196356</id><published>2009-11-02T12:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T13:01:20.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexão: Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/Su9IT_d6r9I/AAAAAAAAAW4/TNrCgrkSZNw/s1600-h/0,,31592332-FMM,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/Su9IT_d6r9I/AAAAAAAAAW4/TNrCgrkSZNw/s320/0,,31592332-FMM,00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399613986532143058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Vida.... tão frágil, porém ainda sim&lt;br /&gt;a coisa mais sublime que existe no Universo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-8390313512709196356?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/8390313512709196356/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=8390313512709196356' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/8390313512709196356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/8390313512709196356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2009/11/reflexao-vida.html' title='Reflexão: Vida'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/Su9IT_d6r9I/AAAAAAAAAW4/TNrCgrkSZNw/s72-c/0,,31592332-FMM,00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-2243950138481948647</id><published>2009-11-02T08:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:12:58.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filme: Diário de uma Paixão [The Notebook, 2004]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/Su8OkTMhNVI/AAAAAAAAAWo/hi8SUrLX1Is/s1600-h/The-Notebook-the-notebook-437419_1024_768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/Su8OkTMhNVI/AAAAAAAAAWo/hi8SUrLX1Is/s320/The-Notebook-the-notebook-437419_1024_768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399550495031375186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="texto_subtitulo"&gt;Sinopse:&lt;/span&gt; O filme começa em um asilo, onde um bondoso senhor se propõe a ajudar uma paciente com problemas na memória, contando a ela uma bela história de amor sobre dois jovens de classes sociais diferentes separados pela guerra, se reencontrando anos depois para firmar este amor impossível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;" class="texto_subtitulo"&gt;&lt;span class="marcador"&gt;»&lt;/span&gt; Direção:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;" href="http://www.cineplayers.com/perfil.php?id=5496" class="link_conteudo"&gt;Nick Cassavetes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;" class="texto_subtitulo"&gt;&lt;span class="marcador"&gt;»&lt;/span&gt; Roteiro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;" href="http://www.cineplayers.com/perfil.php?id=14733" class="link_conteudo"&gt;Jan Sardi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;" href="http://www.cineplayers.com/perfil.php?id=14734" class="link_conteudo"&gt;Jeremy Leven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;" class="texto_subtitulo"&gt;&lt;span class="marcador"&gt;»&lt;/span&gt; Gênero: Drama/Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;" class="texto_subtitulo"&gt;&lt;span class="marcador"&gt;»&lt;/span&gt; Origem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; Estados Unidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;" class="texto_subtitulo"&gt;&lt;span class="marcador"&gt;»&lt;/span&gt; Duração:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; 123 minutos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;" class="texto_subtitulo"&gt;&lt;span class="marcador"&gt;»&lt;/span&gt; Tipo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; Longa-metragem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Opinião: Amo cada pequeno e belo detalhe deste filme. Sem dúvidas, Nick Cassavetes o fez tal qual um artista que trabalha bem os pormenores de sua obra. Pra mim, romance sem um pouquinho de drama não constitui romance em sua essência. E como sempre... deixo minha opinião sobre um determinado trecho do filme... Existe uma bela cena em que a personagem Allie retorna à sua cidade natal para rever seu primeiro amor. Fiquei admirado com a cena... a personagem conseguiu colocar um brilho no olhar, dá até pra perceber seus olhos observando cada detalhe do local... dá pra ouvir o canto dos pássaros, o vento acariciando seu rosto, o caminhar das águas... como o diretor conseguiu colocar tanta beleza nesta cena? E depois a sequência do diálogo sem palavras de Noah e a sorriso de Allie fecham o que eu diria de uma das cenas mais belas dos "Clássicos Contemporâneos".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/Su8UKIDQHoI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_fgDkxq6pjQ/s1600-h/allie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 408px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/Su8UKIDQHoI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_fgDkxq6pjQ/s320/allie1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399556642432884354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Frase do Filme:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"Romances de verão terminam por diversas razões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Mas geralmente, eles tem uma coisa em comum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;São como estrelas cadentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Um fantástico momento de brilho nos céus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Um fugaz relance de eternidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;E no instante seguinte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Desaparecem."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ysf0bw56XXU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ysf0bw56XXU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-2243950138481948647?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/2243950138481948647/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=2243950138481948647' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/2243950138481948647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/2243950138481948647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2009/11/filme-diario-de-uma-paixao-notebook.html' title='Filme: Diário de uma Paixão [The Notebook, 2004]'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/Su8OkTMhNVI/AAAAAAAAAWo/hi8SUrLX1Is/s72-c/The-Notebook-the-notebook-437419_1024_768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-5425708299879008840</id><published>2009-10-30T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T06:32:46.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viver "realmente"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/SurqSeKLOaI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/A9FGFDjkQzc/s1600-h/CRIAN%C3%87A+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/SurqSeKLOaI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/A9FGFDjkQzc/s320/CRIAN%C3%87A+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398384706411248034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Você descobrirá, ao olhar para trás e contemplar sua vida,&lt;br /&gt;que os momentos em que realmente viveu&lt;br /&gt;foram aqueles em que fez as coisas com amor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry Drummond&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-5425708299879008840?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/5425708299879008840/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=5425708299879008840' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/5425708299879008840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/5425708299879008840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2009/10/viver-realmente.html' title='Viver &quot;realmente&quot;'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/SurqSeKLOaI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/A9FGFDjkQzc/s72-c/CRIAN%C3%87A+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-6704350726716870857</id><published>2009-10-20T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T18:56:31.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicidade Suprema - Gibran</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/St5qPXHNOSI/AAAAAAAAAWI/44ujFXrTi_k/s1600-h/C02-19-0554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/St5qPXHNOSI/AAAAAAAAAWI/44ujFXrTi_k/s320/C02-19-0554.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394866215771257122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sim, a felicidade suprema  existe:&lt;br /&gt;está em conduzir teu rebanho a um verde pasto,&lt;br /&gt;e em pôr teu filhinho na cama,&lt;br /&gt;e em escrever a última linha de teu poema."&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="noprint"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khalil Gibran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-6704350726716870857?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/6704350726716870857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=6704350726716870857' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/6704350726716870857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/6704350726716870857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2009/10/felicidade-suprema-gibran.html' title='Felicidade Suprema - Gibran'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/St5qPXHNOSI/AAAAAAAAAWI/44ujFXrTi_k/s72-c/C02-19-0554.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-8123540887783357852</id><published>2009-10-20T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T18:49:03.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Só choro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/St5oQq677cI/AAAAAAAAAWA/uDhZKpGiwGo/s1600-h/BEBE85.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/St5oQq677cI/AAAAAAAAAWA/uDhZKpGiwGo/s320/BEBE85.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394864039245114818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Só choro... as vezes porque a vida me parece bela...&lt;br /&gt;o sol, as cores, as coisas...&lt;br /&gt;Mas é de emoção, não de dor. Tá tudo certo..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866661333515489726-8123540887783357852?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/8123540887783357852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=8123540887783357852' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/8123540887783357852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/8123540887783357852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-choro.html' title='Só choro...'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/St5oQq677cI/AAAAAAAAAWA/uDhZKpGiwGo/s72-c/BEBE85.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-3467801696554085219</id><published>2009-10-20T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T18:38:13.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Retrato Singular</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/St5lq_TsBqI/AAAAAAAAAVw/k6g9sGoazv0/s1600-h/JESUS+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/St5lq_TsBqI/AAAAAAAAAVw/k6g9sGoazv0/s320/JESUS+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394861192859354786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sabendo que desejas conhecer quanto vou narrar, existindo nos nossos tempos um homem, o qual vive atualmente de grandes virtudes, chamado Jesus, que pelo povo é inculcado o profeta da verdade, e os seus discípulos dizem que é filho de Deus, Criador do céu e da terra e de todas as coisas que nela se acham e que nela tenham estado; em verdade, Ó César, cada dia se ouvem coisas maravilhosas desse Jesus: ressuscita os mortos, cura os enfermos, em uma só palavra: é um homem de justa estatura e é muito belo no aspecto, e há tanta majestade no rosto, que aqueles que o vêem são forçados a amá-lo ou temê-lo. Tem os cabelos da cor da amêndoa bem madura, são distendidos até as orelhas, e das orelhas até as espáduas, são da cor da terra, porém mais reluzentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tem no meio da fronte uma linha separando os cabelos, na forma em uso nos nazarenos, o seu rosto é cheio, o aspecto é muito sereno, nenhuma ruga ou mancha se vê em sua face, de uma cor moderada; o nariz e a boca são irrepreensíveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A barba é espessa, mas semelhante aos cabelos, não muito longa, mas separada pelo meio, seu olhar é muito afetuoso e grave; tem os olhos expressivos e claros, o que surpreende é que resplandecem no seu como os raios do Sol, porém ninguém pode olhar fixo o seu semblante, porque quando resplende, apavora, e quando ameniza, faz chorar; faz-se amar e é alegre com gravidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diz-se que ninguém nunca o viu rir, mãos muito belos; na palestra, contenta muito, mas o faz raramente e, quando dele se aproxima, verifica-se que é muito modesto na presença e na pessoa. É o mais belo homem que se possa imaginar, muito semelhante à sua mãe, a qual é de uma rara beleza, não se tendo, jamais visto uma mulher tão bela, porém se a majestade Tua, ó César, deseja vê-lo, como no aviso passado escreveste, dá-me ordens, que não faltarei em manda-lo o mais depressa possível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De letras, faz-se admirar de toda cidade de Jerusalém; ele sabe todas as ciências e nunca estudou nada. Ele caminha descalço e sem coisa alguma na cabeça. Muitos se riem, vendo-o assim, porém em sua presença, falando com ele, tremem e admiram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dizem que um tal homem nunca fora ouvido por estas partes. Em verdade, segundo me dizem os hebreus, não se ouviram jamais, tais conselhos, de grande doutrina, como ensina este Jesus; muitos judeus o têm como Divino e muitos me querelam, afirmando que é contra a lei de Tua Majestade; eu sou grandemente molestado por estes malignos hebreus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diz-se que este Jesus nunca fez mal a quem quer que seja, mas, ao contrário, aqueles que o conhecem e com ele tem praticado, afirmam ter dele recebido grande benefícios e saúde, porém à tua obediência estou prontíssimo, aquilo que Tua Majestade ordenar será cumprido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vale, da Majestade Tua, fidelíssimo e obrigadíssimo... Públio Lêntulo, presidente da Judéia.".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(Este documento foi encontrado no arquivo do Duque de Cesadini, em Roma. Essa carta, onde se faz o retrato físico e moral de Jesus, foi mandada de Jerusalém ao Imperador Tibério César, em Roma, ao tempo de Jesus). (Publicado no Correio Fraterno do ABC Nº 364 de Maio de 2001)&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/2866661333515489726-3467801696554085219?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/3467801696554085219/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=3467801696554085219' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/3467801696554085219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/3467801696554085219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2009/10/sabendo-que-desejas-conhecer-quanto-vou.html' title='Um Retrato Singular'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/St5lq_TsBqI/AAAAAAAAAVw/k6g9sGoazv0/s72-c/JESUS+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-8816541927205864276</id><published>2009-09-26T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T15:35:20.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases: Ayrton Senna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/Sr6VNUL_roI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7Xsq9DrTiGY/s1600-h/2009_04_30_senna008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/Sr6VNUL_roI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7Xsq9DrTiGY/s320/2009_04_30_senna008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385906260371549826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nosso eterno ídolo dá a receita do sucesso:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;    "Vocês nunca conseguirão saber o que um piloto&lt;br /&gt;sente quando vence uma prova.&lt;br /&gt;O capacete oculta sentimentos incompreensíveis."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Podem ser encontrados aspectos positivos&lt;br /&gt;até nas situações negativas e é possível utilizar tudo isso&lt;br /&gt; como experiência para o futuro,&lt;br /&gt;seja como piloto, seja como homem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Quando Deus quer, não há quem não queira."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Ele (Deus) é o dono de tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Devo a Ele a oportunidade que tive de chegar onde cheguei.&lt;br /&gt;Muitas pessoas têm essa capacidade, mas não têm a oportunidade.&lt;br /&gt;Ele a deu prá mim, não sei porque.&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que não posso desperdiçá-la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "No que diz respeito ao desempenho, ao compromisso,&lt;br /&gt;ao esforço, à dedicação, não existe meio termo.&lt;br /&gt;Ou você faz uma coisa bem-feita ou não faz."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Os ricos não podem mais viver numa ilha&lt;br /&gt;rodeada por um mar de pobreza.&lt;br /&gt;Nós respiramos, todos, o mesmo ar.&lt;br /&gt;Devemos dar a cada um, uma chance,&lt;br /&gt;ao menos uma chance fundamental."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Se você quer ser bem sucedido, precisa ter dedicação total,&lt;br /&gt;buscar seu último limite e dar o melhor de si mesmo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Nesses dez anos de Fórmula 1 minhas maiores&lt;br /&gt; alegrias vieram da torcida. Do Brasil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/Sr6VTZFJLwI/AAAAAAAAAVA/aywDUFhIZjY/s1600-h/2009_04_30_senna005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/Sr6VTZFJLwI/AAAAAAAAAVA/aywDUFhIZjY/s320/2009_04_30_senna005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385906364764204802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Relíquia: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11 Títulos Mundiais reunidos:&lt;br /&gt; Senna (3), Proust (4), Mansell (1) e Piquet (3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anos Dourados da F1&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/2866661333515489726-8816541927205864276?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/8816541927205864276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=8816541927205864276' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/8816541927205864276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/8816541927205864276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2009/09/frases-ayrton-senna.html' title='Frases: Ayrton Senna'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/Sr6VNUL_roI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7Xsq9DrTiGY/s72-c/2009_04_30_senna008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866661333515489726.post-4411216142357145456</id><published>2009-09-25T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T16:04:17.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexões sobre Mahmoud Ahmadinejad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/Sr2Wv9hJmWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/P1__SKFqZVs/s1600-h/6a00d83451586c69e200e54f2ec17b8834-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/Sr2Wv9hJmWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/P1__SKFqZVs/s320/6a00d83451586c69e200e54f2ec17b8834-800wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385626480116603234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mahmoud Ahmadinejad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Interessante as declarações dos órgãos de imprensa sobre a figura do Presidente do Irã. Todos estão muito preocupados com a questão das pesquisas nucleares que este país está realizando, todos se dizem muito preocupados com a "segurança mundial", mas se analizarmos os acontecimentos desta década, certos dados, com certeza teremos uma melhor noção de onde verdadeiramente vem o perigo. O ex-presidente dos EUA George W. Bush desconsiderando as próprias exigencias da ONU (ao qual o país é membro PERMANENTE) atacou o Iraque, matou Saddam Hussein, promoveu a morte de mais de 700.000 civis (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://www.esquerda.net/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=6115&amp;amp;Itemid=64"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;fonte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;), 4.000 norte-americanos, produziu 4 milhões de refugiados, fez com que uma grande quantidade de empresas norte-americanas faturassem 275 bilhões com esta guerra e por aí vai....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/Sr2V83rhAoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/LFjqUCKYqpw/s1600-h/iraque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/Sr2V83rhAoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/LFjqUCKYqpw/s320/iraque.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385625602376139394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Quanto ao Afeganistão, o governo americano jamais conseguiu estabelecer a ordem que disseram levar àquele país. Ao invés disto o que vimos foram: uma grande quantidade de soldados estrangeiros mortos (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/folha/mundo/ult94u614708.shtml"&gt;fonte&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;), um acréscimo de 50% na produção de papoula que segundo pesquisas servem para fabricar cerca de 92% da heroína consumida no mundo (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://professoredney.blogspot.com/2009/08/afeganistao-cresce-producao-de-papoula.html"&gt;fonte&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;).  Esta informação é bem interessante porque depois do petróleo e das armas, as drogas são o que mais movimenta dinheiro no mundo. E o mais intrigante... Iraque e Afeganistão fazem fronteira com o próprio Irã. Será que poderíamos concluir que os EUA estão querendo manter duas bases militares nas duas fronteiras com o Irã, seu arqui-inimigo, interessante, não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/Sr2ZglKjORI/AAAAAAAAAUg/A0ZjXn01bnE/s1600-h/afega.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/Sr2ZglKjORI/AAAAAAAAAUg/A0ZjXn01bnE/s320/afega.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385629514416208146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você está saindo do A"Destruído"nistão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Voltando o foco para as declarações sobre o presidente do Irã, temo que aconteça com ele o mesmo que aconteceu com Saddam e com o primeiro ministro do Irã em 1953, &lt;span class="text"&gt;Mohammad Mossadegh... admiro a sua audaciosa luta contra o imperialismo americano, mesmo com poucos aliados tais como Chavez. Que Alá esteja com ele.... e pra fechar este post, faço questão de colocar o melhor discurso anti-imperialista que já vi, feito pelo próprio &lt;/span&gt;Ahmadinejad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="405" height="324"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xQiEMHJADzI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xQiEMHJADzI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="405" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras de Ahmadinejad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Os "Líderes da arrogância" (governo americano) mentem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Alguns deles até fingem ser cristãos e inclusive, as vezes vão à igreja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Numa carta que escrevi para eles, disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Vocês fingem ser cristãos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mas qual dos seus atos estão de acordo com os ensinamentos do Messias (Jesus)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ele havia matado pessoas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Haveria cometido crimes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Haveria saqueado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Haveria iniciado guerras para vender armas e assassinar pessoas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Haveria se tornado um criminoso para encher os bolsos de dinheiro, e aos bolsos de seu partido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;O querido Messias (Jesus) foi o pilar da compaixão e da misericórdia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Foi inimigo da opressão, das invasões e do crime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;E por causa disso criminosos o crucificaram e o mataram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mentem quando dizem ser cristãos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Em que se assemelham as ações deles com o Novo Testamento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;No que se parecem ao Messias?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Meus queridos, é deles que vem a opressão e a miséria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;O problema da humanidade é a existencia desses políticos corruptos e das superpotências.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Obama não descarta opção militar contra Irã&lt;br /&gt;(eu já vi essa novela antes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="410" height="342"&gt;&lt;param value="http://video.globo.com/Portal/videos/cda/player/player.swf" name="movie"&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality"&gt;&lt;param value="midiaId=1130916&amp;amp;autoStart=false&amp;amp;width=410&amp;amp;height=3422" name="FlashVars"&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="midiaId=1130916&amp;amp;autoStart=false&amp;amp;width=410&amp;amp;height=322" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" src="http://video.globo.com/Portal/videos/cda/player/player.swf" width="430" height="322"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Tags: Irã - EUA - Afeganistão - Mahmoud Ahmadinejad - Guerra - Barack Obama&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/2866661333515489726-4411216142357145456?l=michellmacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/4411216142357145456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2866661333515489726&amp;postID=4411216142357145456' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/4411216142357145456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2866661333515489726/posts/default/4411216142357145456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellmacedo.blogspot.com/2009/09/reflexoes-sobre-mahmoud-ahmadinejad.html' title='Reflexões sobre Mahmoud Ahmadinejad'/><author><name>Michell Macedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056734710993156208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uR8siP_XIo/TYSUeCsTKNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qUiUwzaxU68/s220/mi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyBT8SDO3mA/Sr2Wv9hJmWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/P1__SKFqZVs/s72-c/6a00d83451586c69e200e54f2ec17b8834-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
