<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473186117603006312</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:39:02.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cantinho da Cristybel</title><subtitle type='html'>Um lugarzinho aonde eu coloco mensagens, frases, pensamentos, figuras, fotos, vídeos,... que eu gosto muito e espero que também apreciem. Sejam bem vindos!!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CristybelVVV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363873204267224965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cTNyYrxTLUo/R_UU8bomuxI/AAAAAAAACIg/QRzBZxraCOo/S220/100_1142.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473186117603006312.post-3498532939923054164</id><published>2010-01-27T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T17:29:45.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eles não testam em animais - Gloss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://gloss.abril.com.br/fique-linda/conteudo/eles-nao-testam-animais-516650.shtml"&gt;Eles não testam em animais &lt;/a&gt;

Vejam as marcas nacionais e internacionais que não testam seus produtos em animaizinhos. Esses sim são produtos que podemos usar sem preocupação de estarmos sendo coniventes com o sofrimento animal.
Sejamos conscientes, animais sentem dor, fome, frio... precisam de carinho, amor, cuidados e respeito.
Não usem produtos que testam em animais!! Não maltratem os animais, seres com sentimentos e nossos irmãos menores.

**Cristybel**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1473186117603006312-3498532939923054164?l=cristybelvvv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://gloss.abril.com.br/fique-linda/conteudo/eles-nao-testam-animais-516650.shtml' title='Eles não testam em animais - Gloss'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/3498532939923054164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/3498532939923054164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/2010/01/eles-nao-testam-em-animais-gloss_27.html' title='Eles não testam em animais - Gloss'/><author><name>CristybelVVV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363873204267224965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cTNyYrxTLUo/R_UU8bomuxI/AAAAAAAACIg/QRzBZxraCOo/S220/100_1142.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473186117603006312.post-7910398356974313816</id><published>2009-06-26T13:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:10:54.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Benção Irlandesa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Que Deus lhe dê:&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Para cada tempestade, um arco íris. &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Para cada lágrima, um sorriso.          &lt;br /&gt;Para cada cuidado, uma promessa.           &lt;br /&gt;E uma bênção para cada provação. &lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;Que para cada problema, a vida lhe traga            &lt;br /&gt;alguém fiel com quem dividi-lo. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cTNyYrxTLUo/SkUpN_C_BdI/AAAAAAAAGP4/5I0grmkGEig/s1600-h/Paisagem%20irlandesa%5B96%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Paisagem irlandesa" border="0" alt="Paisagem irlandesa" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cTNyYrxTLUo/SkUpPd4L-fI/AAAAAAAAGP8/PWt-1E5KYzU/Paisagem%20irlandesa_thumb%5B94%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="445" height="303" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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border-top: 0px; margin: 5px 10px 10px 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="335" alt="100_1669" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/Cristybel3v/SBvxDBTQz9I/AAAAAAAADVA/zt0uDGZlNtg/100_1669_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="440" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Diz o poeta: &amp;quot;... amigos s&amp;#227;o testemunhas vivas de nossas vidas&amp;quot;.    &lt;br /&gt;S&amp;#227;o fragmentos de nossa hist&amp;#243;ria, e em cada lembran&amp;#231;a de um rosto amigo, podemos recordar um momento de nosso passado, e amigos s&amp;#227;o muito mais do que momentos, s&amp;#227;o alian&amp;#231;as que fazemos pela eternidade, mesmo que a amizade seja passageira, que dure apenas um contrato de trabalho, um per&amp;#237;odo escolar ou as f&amp;#233;rias de ver&amp;#227;o, ainda assim, fica uma marca indel&amp;#233;vel na alma, ou como dizia o pr&amp;#243;prio Milan Kundera, escritor tcheco, a insustent&amp;#225;vel leveza da amizade fica pairando sobre nossas lembran&amp;#231;as. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Um amigo empresta sentimentos, doa carinho, aten&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o, gestos que ficam como fotografias arquivadas em nosso interior, e basta um gesto, uma voz, um perfume no ar, uma m&amp;#250;sica, um cheiro de lenha queimada ou de terra molhada e j&amp;#225; estamos recordando um amigo.   &lt;br /&gt;Quem tem amigos pode se dizer feliz, realizado, quem &amp;#233; amigo de algu&amp;#233;m tem prazer em viver, em servir, em ter a companhia de quem transmite algo maior que o pr&amp;#243;prio amor, ali&amp;#225;s a amizade &amp;#233; a ess&amp;#234;ncia do amor, &amp;#233; a base segura que leva duas pessoas, mesmo distantes se comunicarem, transmitirem conforto e at&amp;#233; carinho mesmo com o oceano a separ&amp;#225;-los. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Todo amigo &amp;#233; uma j&amp;#243;ia, um tesouro que devemos guardar no precioso cofre chamado cora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; (Autor Desconhecido)  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1473186117603006312-2437679833025632517?l=cristybelvvv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/feeds/2437679833025632517/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1473186117603006312&amp;postID=2437679833025632517' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/2437679833025632517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/2437679833025632517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/2008/05/amigos-so-fragmentos.html' title='Amigos são Fragmentos...'/><author><name>CristybelVVV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363873204267224965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cTNyYrxTLUo/R_UU8bomuxI/AAAAAAAACIg/QRzBZxraCOo/S220/100_1142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/Cristybel3v/SBvxDBTQz9I/AAAAAAAADVA/zt0uDGZlNtg/s72-c/100_1669_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473186117603006312.post-204556415100921919</id><published>2008-05-02T21:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T21:39:58.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos são Anjos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/Cristybel3v/SBvslhTQz6I/AAAAAAAADUo/wFiduvqBIgU/s1600-h/100_1671%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; 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do seu apoio.      &lt;br /&gt;Um amigo &amp;#233; uma estrela que brilha quando nosso c&amp;#233;u est&amp;#225; cinza, &amp;#233; um pequeno raio de sol que invade nossa janela nas manh&amp;#227;s de Inverno, &amp;#233; o ar fresco que nos faz respirar quando sentimos que o mundo nos sufoca.       &lt;br /&gt;Virtual ou real, um amigo &amp;#233; uma alma sempre presente nas nossas vidas.      &lt;br /&gt;Virtuais ou reais, amigos s&amp;#227;o anjos enchendo nossos dias das b&amp;#234;n&amp;#231;&amp;#227;os de Deus.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;(Let&amp;#237;cia Thompson)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1473186117603006312-204556415100921919?l=cristybelvvv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/feeds/204556415100921919/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1473186117603006312&amp;postID=204556415100921919' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/204556415100921919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/204556415100921919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/2008/05/amigos-so-anjos.html' title='Amigos são Anjos...'/><author><name>CristybelVVV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363873204267224965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cTNyYrxTLUo/R_UU8bomuxI/AAAAAAAACIg/QRzBZxraCOo/S220/100_1142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/Cristybel3v/SBvsnBTQz7I/AAAAAAAADUw/TAuyMSr7wXQ/s72-c/100_1671_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473186117603006312.post-3340780049751435480</id><published>2008-05-02T21:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T21:17:41.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Amizade Torna os Fardos Mais Leves...</title><content type='html'>&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/Cristybel3v/SBvnUBTQz2I/AAAAAAAADUI/R-RIBiRzWvs/s1600-h/Cachorro%20e%20Coelho%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 5px 10px 20px 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="335" alt="Cachorro e Coelho" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/Cristybel3v/SBvnVhTQz3I/AAAAAAAADUQ/vJ7QGCioqLE/Cachorro%20e%20Coelho_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="440" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;A amizade torna os fardos mais leves, porque os divide pelo meio.      &lt;br /&gt;A amizade intensifica as alegrias, elevando-as ao quadrado na matem&amp;#225;tica do cora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o.       &lt;br /&gt;A amizade esvazia o sofrimento, porque a simples lembran&amp;#231;a do amigo &amp;#233; al&amp;#237;vio.       &lt;br /&gt;A amizade ameniza as tarefas dif&amp;#237;ceis, porque a gente n&amp;#227;o as realiza sozinho.       &lt;br /&gt;S&amp;#227;o dois c&amp;#233;rebros e quatro bra&amp;#231;os agindo.       &lt;br /&gt;A amizade diminui a dist&amp;#226;ncia. Embora longe, o amigo &amp;#233; algu&amp;#233;m perto de n&amp;#243;s.       &lt;br /&gt;A amizade enseja confid&amp;#234;ncias redentoras:       &lt;br /&gt;problema partilhando, percal&amp;#231;o amaciado; felicidade repartida, ventura acrescida.       &lt;br /&gt;A amizade coloca m&amp;#250;sica e poesia na banalidade do cotidiano.       &lt;br /&gt;A amizade &amp;#233; a doce can&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o da vida e a poesia da eternidade.       &lt;br /&gt;O amigo &amp;#233; a outra metade da gente. O lado claro e melhor.       &lt;br /&gt;Sempre que encontramos um amigo, encontramos um pouco mais de n&amp;#243;s mesmos.       &lt;br /&gt;O amigo revela, desvenda, conforta.       &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#201; uma porta sempre aberta, em qualquer situa&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o.       &lt;br /&gt;O amigo na hora certa &amp;#233; o sol ao meio dia, estrela na escurid&amp;#227;o.       &lt;br /&gt;O amigo &amp;#233; a b&amp;#250;ssola e rota no oceano, porto seguro da tripula&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o.       &lt;br /&gt;O amigo &amp;#233; o milagre do calor humano que DEUS opera num cora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;(Autor Desconhecido)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/Cristybel3v/SBvnXRTQz4I/AAAAAAAADUY/MIMzBHouuNk/s1600-h/Sapo%20e%20ratinho%5B13%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 10px 10px 10px 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="325" alt="Sapo e ratinho" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/Cristybel3v/SBvnYxTQz5I/AAAAAAAADUg/YLDNXIo6Hak/Sapo%20e%20ratinho_thumb%5B11%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="440" 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/1473186117603006312-3340780049751435480?l=cristybelvvv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/feeds/3340780049751435480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1473186117603006312&amp;postID=3340780049751435480' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/3340780049751435480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/3340780049751435480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/2008/05/amizade-torna-os-fardos-mais-leves.html' title='A Amizade Torna os Fardos Mais Leves...'/><author><name>CristybelVVV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363873204267224965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cTNyYrxTLUo/R_UU8bomuxI/AAAAAAAACIg/QRzBZxraCOo/S220/100_1142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/Cristybel3v/SBvnVhTQz3I/AAAAAAAADUQ/vJ7QGCioqLE/s72-c/Cachorro%20e%20Coelho_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473186117603006312.post-4744654813292976359</id><published>2008-05-02T20:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T20:55:24.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Valor das Pequenas Grandes Coisas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/Cristybel3v/SBvg7xTQz0I/AAAAAAAADT4/5-DWvACl-Eg/s1600-h/ATgAAACY4XNYn1HylqLPKE9Pvh4KWsvfjoPdrqle1MQnC465tCVFNgUpMprBabnlXd2DlDmf-oDEZMAsdhgkOHOGcumeAJtU9VBAHNf_0xDC9DAGRlHaJAy8Xph6wA%5B24%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 5px 20px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="440" alt="ATgAAACY4XNYn1HylqLPKE9Pvh4KWsvfjoPdrqle1MQnC465tCVFNgUpMprBabnlXd2DlDmf-oDEZMAsdhgkOHOGcumeAJtU9VBAHNf_0xDC9DAGRlHaJAy8Xph6wA" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/Cristybel3v/SBvg9xTQz1I/AAAAAAAADUA/NFvwRfwZcIc/ATgAAACY4XNYn1HylqLPKE9Pvh4KWsvfjoPdrqle1MQnC465tCVFNgUpMprBabnlXd2DlDmf-oDEZMAsdhgkOHOGcumeAJtU9VBAHNf_0xDC9DAGRlHaJAy8Xph6wA_thumb%5B22%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="332" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;N&amp;#243;s, seres humanos, temos um cora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o incans&amp;#225;vel. Nunca temos o suficiente,    &lt;br /&gt;nunca somos felizes o bastante. Pensamos na vida como uma fonte inesgot&amp;#225;vel     &lt;br /&gt;e nos tornamos cada vez mais insasi&amp;#225;veis. Quanto mais temos, quanto mais tiramos     &lt;br /&gt;desse po&amp;#231;o, mais pedimos. E ent&amp;#227;o vamos nos esquecendo do que temos.     &lt;br /&gt;Pequenas coisas que possu&amp;#237;mos e que nos tornam pessoas ricas.     &lt;br /&gt;Se temos um teto, somos ricos; se temos uma fam&amp;#237;lia, somos ricos; se podemos     &lt;br /&gt;fazer pelo menos uma refei&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o completa por dia, somos ricos; se podemos respirar     &lt;br /&gt;normalmente, somos ricos. Se temos sa&amp;#250;de, somos ricos; se temos amigos,     &lt;br /&gt;tamb&amp;#233;m somos ricos. Temos bra&amp;#231;os, pernas, podemos andar, rir e cantar,     &lt;br /&gt;somos ricos. Somos ricos de pequenos pedacinhos de felicidade que v&amp;#227;o se     &lt;br /&gt;acomodando dentro da gente de tal forma que acabamos nos esquecendo de     &lt;br /&gt;pensar neles. As coisas que se tornam &amp;quot;naturais&amp;quot; na nossa vida diminuem o valor.     &lt;br /&gt;E s&amp;#243; percebemos isso no dia em que deixamos de ter, ou corremos o risco de perder.    &lt;br /&gt;A vida &amp;#233; preciosa demais!!! Infelizmente costumamos comparar nossa vida com a     &lt;br /&gt;daqueles que possuem mais que a gente. Mas compare com quem tem menos.     &lt;br /&gt;Assista uma reportagem na tv onde v&amp;#234;-se pessoas que n&amp;#227;o t&amp;#234;m o que comer,     &lt;br /&gt;ou vivem (independente delas) no meio de guerras, ou n&amp;#227;o t&amp;#234;m sa&amp;#250;de,     &lt;br /&gt;nem medicamentos. Pergunte a uma pessoa cega quanto ela daria para ter a     &lt;br /&gt;oportunidade de apreciar uma flor ou o infinito do mar; pergunte a um condenado     &lt;br /&gt;quanto vale um minuto de vida; pergunte a um presidi&amp;#225;rio qual o valor da liberdade;     &lt;br /&gt;pergunte a quem perdeu uma perna quanto vale ter duas.     &lt;br /&gt;Sim, somos pessoas ricas de coisas pequenininhas que, juntas, formam     &lt;br /&gt;nosso tesouro. S&amp;#227;o nossas pequenas grandes coisas. Pra que buscar cada     &lt;br /&gt;vez mais se n&amp;#227;o sabemos apreciar no seu valor justo o que j&amp;#225; possu&amp;#237;mos?     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#201; assim que encontramos resposta para muitas coisas que nos acontecem.     &lt;br /&gt;Deus &amp;#233; t&amp;#227;o maravilhoso que muitas vezes permite que alguma coisa nos     &lt;br /&gt;aconte&amp;#231;a para que aprendamos a apreciar o que j&amp;#225; possu&amp;#237;mos, gratuitamente.     &lt;br /&gt;Por isso enfrentamos algumas dificuldades de vez em quando.     &lt;br /&gt;Por isso ficamos doentes, perdemos isso ou aquilo.     &lt;br /&gt;S&amp;#243; mesmo para darmos valor ao que possu&amp;#237;mos.     &lt;br /&gt;Deus n&amp;#227;o quer pessoas feito crian&amp;#231;as mimadas, que nunca est&amp;#227;o satisfeitas     &lt;br /&gt;e nunca estar&amp;#227;o. Deus quer pessoas equilibradas, que sabem reconhecer o     &lt;br /&gt;bem que possuem e fazem proveito disso. &amp;#201; isso o que chamamos felicidade.     &lt;br /&gt;A felicidade n&amp;#227;o &amp;#233; utopia, n&amp;#227;o &amp;#233; para o futuro ou para quando tivermos isso ou aquilo.     &lt;br /&gt;Felicidade &amp;#233; olhar para dentro de si mesmo, fazer um &amp;quot;check-up&amp;quot; da pr&amp;#243;pria vida     &lt;br /&gt;e se contentar dos maravilhosos presentes que recebemos um dia e que n&amp;#227;o     &lt;br /&gt;soubemos agradecer. E se sentir saciado. Se voc&amp;#234; ainda acha que tem pouco...     &lt;br /&gt;pense na possibilidade de trocar de vida com quem tem menos... reflita...     &lt;br /&gt;e depois agrade&amp;#231;a a Deus por ter feito de voc&amp;#234; uma pessoa t&amp;#227;o rica de     &lt;br /&gt;pedacinhos de felicidade! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(Let&amp;#237;cia Thompson)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1473186117603006312-4744654813292976359?l=cristybelvvv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/feeds/4744654813292976359/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1473186117603006312&amp;postID=4744654813292976359' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/4744654813292976359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/4744654813292976359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/2008/05/o-valor-das-pequenas-grandes-coisas.html' title='O Valor das Pequenas Grandes Coisas!'/><author><name>CristybelVVV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363873204267224965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cTNyYrxTLUo/R_UU8bomuxI/AAAAAAAACIg/QRzBZxraCOo/S220/100_1142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/Cristybel3v/SBvg9xTQz1I/AAAAAAAADUA/NFvwRfwZcIc/s72-c/ATgAAACY4XNYn1HylqLPKE9Pvh4KWsvfjoPdrqle1MQnC465tCVFNgUpMprBabnlXd2DlDmf-oDEZMAsdhgkOHOGcumeAJtU9VBAHNf_0xDC9DAGRlHaJAy8Xph6wA_thumb%5B22%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473186117603006312.post-445908480835882776</id><published>2008-05-02T20:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T20:32:25.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Silêncio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/Cristybel3v/SBvcwBTQzyI/AAAAAAAADTk/gKhmi9AHzRA/s1600-h/Mo%C3%A7a%20pensativa%20ao%20lago%5B12%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; 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 &lt;p&gt;Havia uma fazenda onde os trabalhadores viviam tristes e isolados uns dos outros.    &lt;br /&gt;Eles estendiam suas roupas surradas no varal e alimentavam seus magros c&amp;#227;es com o pouco que sobrava das refei&amp;#231;&amp;#245;es.     &lt;br /&gt;Todos que viviam ali trabalhavam na ro&amp;#231;a do senhor Jo&amp;#227;o, dono de muitas terras, que exigia trabalho duro, pagando muito pouco por isso.     &lt;br /&gt;Um dia, chegou ali um novo empregado, cujo apelido era Z&amp;#233; Alegria. Era um jovem agricultor em busca de trabalho.     &lt;br /&gt;Foi admitido e recebeu, como todos, uma velha casa onde iria morar enquanto trabalhasse ali.     &lt;br /&gt;O jovem, vendo aquela casa suja e abandonada, resolveu dar-lhe vida nova.     &lt;br /&gt;Cuidou da limpeza e, em suas horas vagas, lixou e pintou as paredes com cores alegres e brilhantes, al&amp;#233;m de plantar flores no jardim e nos vasos.     &lt;br /&gt;Aquela casa limpa e arrumada destacava-se das demais e chamava a aten&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o de todos que por ali passavam.     &lt;br /&gt;Ele sempre trabalhava alegre e feliz na fazenda, por isso tinha o apelido de Z&amp;#233; Alegria.     &lt;br /&gt;Os outros trabalhadores lhe perguntavam: como voc&amp;#234; consegue trabalhar feliz e sempre cantando com o pouco dinheiro que ganhamos?     &lt;br /&gt;O jovem olhou para os amigos e disse: bem, este trabalho hoje &amp;#233; tudo que eu tenho.     &lt;br /&gt;Ao inv&amp;#233;s de blasfemar e reclamar, prefiro agradecer por ele. Quando aceitei trabalhar aqui, sabia das condi&amp;#231;&amp;#245;es.     &lt;br /&gt;N&amp;#227;o &amp;#233; justo que agora que estou aqui, fique reclamando. Farei com capricho e amor aquilo que aceitei fazer.     &lt;br /&gt;Os outros, que acreditavam ser v&amp;#237;timas das circunst&amp;#226;ncias, abandonados pelo destino, o olhavam admirados e comentavam entre si: &amp;quot;como ele pode pensar assim?&amp;quot;     &lt;br /&gt;O entusiasmo do rapaz, em pouco tempo, chamou a aten&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o do fazendeiro, que passou a observ&amp;#225;-lo &amp;#224; dist&amp;#226;ncia.     &lt;br /&gt;Um dia o sr. Jo&amp;#227;o pensou: &amp;quot;algu&amp;#233;m que cuida com tanto carinho da casa que emprestei, cuidar&amp;#225; com o mesmo capricho da minha fazenda.&amp;quot;     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Ele &amp;#233; o &amp;#250;nico aqui que pensa como eu. Estou velho e preciso de algu&amp;#233;m que me ajude na administra&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o da fazenda.&amp;quot;     &lt;br /&gt;Num final de tarde, foi at&amp;#233; a casa do rapaz e, ap&amp;#243;s tomar um caf&amp;#233; bem fresquinho, ofereceu ao jovem o cargo de administrador da fazenda.     &lt;br /&gt;O rapaz aceitou prontamente.     &lt;br /&gt;Seus amigos agricultores novamente foram lhe perguntar:     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;O que faz algumas pessoas serem bem sucedidas e outras n&amp;#227;o?&amp;quot;     &lt;br /&gt;A resposta do jovem veio logo: &amp;quot;em minhas andan&amp;#231;as, meus amigos, eu aprendi muito e o principal &amp;#233; que: n&amp;#227;o somos v&amp;#237;timas do destino. Existe em n&amp;#243;s a capacidade de realizar e dar vida nova a tudo que nos cerca. E isso depende de cada um.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; **********************&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Toda pessoa &amp;#233; capaz de efetuar mudan&amp;#231;as significativas no mundo que a cerca.      &lt;br /&gt;Mas, o que geralmente ocorre &amp;#233; que, ao inv&amp;#233;s de agir, jogamos a responsabilidade da nossa desdita sobre os ombros alheios.       &lt;br /&gt;Sempre encontramos algu&amp;#233;m a quem culpar pela nossa infelicidade, esquecidos de que ela s&amp;#243; depende de n&amp;#243;s mesmos.       &lt;br /&gt;Para encobrir sua indol&amp;#234;ncia, muitos jogam a culpa no governo, nos empres&amp;#225;rios, nos pol&amp;#237;ticos, na sociedade como um todo, esquecidos de que quem elege os governantes s&amp;#227;o as pessoas; que quem gera empregos s&amp;#227;o os empres&amp;#225;rios, e que a sociedade &amp;#233; composta pelos cidad&amp;#227;os.       &lt;br /&gt;Assim sendo, cada um tem a sua parcela de responsabilidade na forma&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o da situa&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o que nos rodeia.       &lt;br /&gt;E para ser feliz, basta dar ao seu mundo um colorido especial, como o personagem desta hist&amp;#243;ria que, mesmo numa situa&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o aparentemente deprimente para os demais, soube fazer do seu mundo uma realidade bem diferente.       &lt;br /&gt;E conforme ele mesmo falou: existe em n&amp;#243;s a capacidade de realizar e dar vida nova a tudo que nos cerca. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(Autor Desconhecido) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.google.com/izabelcristina3v/R27TI4E-A5I/AAAAAAAAAa0/o2cOML5ufY4/Jo%C3%A3o%20de%20Barro%5B28%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 20px 5px 10px 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="328" alt="Jo&amp;#227;o de Barro" src="http://lh3.google.com/izabelcristina3v/R27TKoE-A6I/AAAAAAAAAa8/lB189udMqy0/Jo%C3%A3o%20de%20Barro_thumb%5B24%5D" width="430" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1473186117603006312-1463714286541701093?l=cristybelvvv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/feeds/1463714286541701093/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1473186117603006312&amp;postID=1463714286541701093' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/1463714286541701093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/1463714286541701093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/2007/12/trabalhar-com-alegria.html' title='Trabalhar com Alegria...'/><author><name>CristybelVVV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363873204267224965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cTNyYrxTLUo/R_UU8bomuxI/AAAAAAAACIg/QRzBZxraCOo/S220/100_1142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473186117603006312.post-2346466804705964800</id><published>2007-12-23T12:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T12:01:47.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser Sim, um Ser Insubstituível...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;H&amp;#225; os que dizem que ningu&amp;#233;m &amp;#233; insubstitu&amp;#237;vel.      &lt;br /&gt;Que quando chega, a morte nos apaga e apaga nossos rastros mais cedo ou mais tarde.       &lt;br /&gt;Nossa condi&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o de ser insubstitu&amp;#237;vel prevalece por pouco tempo e nos tornamos apenas reprodu&amp;#231;&amp;#245;es de som e imagem, ou palavras mortas sobre o papel ou sobre a pedra, nos livros de hist&amp;#243;ria, nos museus.       &lt;br /&gt;Quando desaparecemos, o que faz&amp;#237;amos poder&amp;#225; ser feito por outros, o que diz&amp;#237;amos poder&amp;#225; ser dito por outros.       &lt;br /&gt;Pronto, tudo resolvido.       &lt;br /&gt;A vida continua, o mundo continua a girar. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Verdade?       &lt;br /&gt;Mentira.       &lt;br /&gt;N&amp;#227;o h&amp;#225; dois dias iguais.       &lt;br /&gt;Um sucede o outro, mas n&amp;#227;o o substitui.       &lt;br /&gt;Porque cada dia &amp;#233; &amp;#250;nico. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Assim como na sinfonia, onde uma nota sucede outra, mas n&amp;#227;o a substitui, sempre seremos sucedidos nunca substitu&amp;#237;dos.      &lt;br /&gt;Porque nossa vida &amp;#233; &amp;#250;nica.       &lt;br /&gt;Porque cada pessoa &amp;#233; &amp;#250;nica.       &lt;br /&gt;Porque tudo o que geramos revela a nossa autoria, como se fosse assim uma esp&amp;#233;cie de marca.       &lt;br /&gt;Indel&amp;#233;vel, singular.       &lt;br /&gt;Um filho, um livro, um quadro, uma id&amp;#233;ia, um sentimento, uma palavra.       &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Cada um de n&amp;#243;s pode ser insubstitu&amp;#237;vel.       &lt;br /&gt;Ser insubstitu&amp;#237;vel, sim, por que n&amp;#227;o?       &lt;br /&gt;Um ser insubstitu&amp;#237;vel n&amp;#227;o por arrog&amp;#226;ncia, nem por posses, nem por dotes f&amp;#237;sicos ou intelectuais.       &lt;br /&gt;Ser um insubstitu&amp;#237;vel ser simplesmente pelas emo&amp;#231;&amp;#245;es criada e pelos valores agregados em sua volta.       &lt;br /&gt;Ser um insubstitu&amp;#237;vel ser pela ren&amp;#250;ncia &amp;#224; mediocridade, pela fuga do vazio, pelo abandono da irrelev&amp;#226;ncia.       &lt;br /&gt;Poder&amp;#237;amos ser todos insubstitu&amp;#237;veis seres, pela energia positiva que transmitimos &amp;#224;s outras pessoas, pela vibra&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o produzida por nossos sentimentos, pelos nossos exemplos e atitudes, pelo nosso esfor&amp;#231;o admir&amp;#225;vel de passar por esta vida deixando marcas de excel&amp;#234;ncia como se fossem rastros de luz.       &lt;br /&gt;Sejamos todos insubstitu&amp;#237;veis.       &lt;br /&gt;Eu para voc&amp;#234; e voc&amp;#234; para mim.       &lt;br /&gt;Uns para os outros. Cada um para todos.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;(Do Livro &amp;quot;Cr&amp;#244;nicas do Entardecer&amp;quot; da Green Forrest do Brasil- Arnaldo Pereira Ribeiro, p&amp;#225;gina 167)&lt;a href="http://lh3.google.com/izabelcristina3v/R26-ooE-A3I/AAAAAAAAAak/TdFCfp1Aauc/Hamster%20Apaixonado%5B16%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 30px 15px 15px 10px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="620" alt="Hamster Apaixonado" src="http://lh6.google.com/izabelcristina3v/R26-qYE-A4I/AAAAAAAAAas/Wv0UeG-fOAo/Hamster%20Apaixonado_thumb%5B14%5D" width="428" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1473186117603006312-2346466804705964800?l=cristybelvvv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/feeds/2346466804705964800/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1473186117603006312&amp;postID=2346466804705964800' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/2346466804705964800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/2346466804705964800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/2007/12/ser-sim-um-ser-insubstituvel.html' title='Ser Sim, um Ser Insubstituível...'/><author><name>CristybelVVV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363873204267224965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cTNyYrxTLUo/R_UU8bomuxI/AAAAAAAACIg/QRzBZxraCOo/S220/100_1142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473186117603006312.post-803957081692473502</id><published>2007-12-23T11:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T11:07:37.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oração da Confiança ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dai-me a paz de uma perfeita confian&amp;#231;a em v&amp;#243;s,    &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#243; Deus de Amor! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;F&amp;#233; inabal&amp;#225;vel, que n&amp;#227;o duvida jamais    &lt;br /&gt;que o qu&amp;#234; escolheis &amp;#233; o melhor para mim. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;O melhor, ainda quando todos os meus planos s&amp;#227;o contrariados;    &lt;br /&gt;o melhor, ainda quando os recursos humanos s&amp;#227;o escassos;     &lt;br /&gt;em v&amp;#243;s tenho o quanto me basta! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;O melhor, ainda se minha sa&amp;#250;de e minha for&amp;#231;a diminu&amp;#237;rem,    &lt;br /&gt;mesmo se os dias forem tediosos     &lt;br /&gt;e faltar o muito que os outros possam ter;     &lt;br /&gt;seja feita n&amp;#227;o a minha, mas a vossa vontade, Senhor. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Se sobrevierem contrariedades,    &lt;br /&gt;tamb&amp;#233;m elas ser&amp;#227;o o melhor para mim,     &lt;br /&gt;para desapegar-me deste mundo mut&amp;#225;vel     &lt;br /&gt;e para aproximar-me melhor de V&amp;#243;s. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dai-me a paz de uma perfeita confian&amp;#231;a,    &lt;br /&gt;que me fa&amp;#231;a desinteressar de tudo, e ver vossa m&amp;#227;o     &lt;br /&gt;em todos os acontecimentos pequenos e grandes!     &lt;br /&gt;Que ou&amp;#231;a vossa voz, voz de Pai, que sabiamente me guia. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Dai-me a paz de uma perfeita confian&amp;#231;a      &lt;br /&gt;e um cora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o que, em paz, repouse em V&amp;#243;s! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(a.d.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.google.com/izabelcristina3v/R26wWIE-A1I/AAAAAAAAAaU/NBnBLLVxH2g/ScreenShot080%5B31%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 10px 5px 5px 10px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="328" alt="ScreenShot080" src="http://lh4.google.com/izabelcristina3v/R26wX4E-A2I/AAAAAAAAAac/sogTgNvI5ig/ScreenShot080_thumb%5B27%5D" width="430" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1473186117603006312-803957081692473502?l=cristybelvvv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/feeds/803957081692473502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1473186117603006312&amp;postID=803957081692473502' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/803957081692473502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/803957081692473502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/2007/12/orao-da-confiana.html' title='Oração da Confiança ...'/><author><name>CristybelVVV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363873204267224965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cTNyYrxTLUo/R_UU8bomuxI/AAAAAAAACIg/QRzBZxraCOo/S220/100_1142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473186117603006312.post-9043267510823262243</id><published>2007-12-23T10:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T10:39:17.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Antes que Adormeças...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.google.com/izabelcristina3v/R26rTYE-AzI/AAAAAAAAAaE/M1Livv2SnI0/ScreenShot080%5B12%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px 5px 5px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="328" alt="ScreenShot080" src="http://lh4.google.com/izabelcristina3v/R26rU4E-A0I/AAAAAAAAAaM/Q1iDXS42NuQ/ScreenShot080_thumb%5B10%5D" width="430" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Antes que adorme&amp;#231;as observa a p&amp;#225;gina que escreveste neste dia,     &lt;br /&gt;repara se n&amp;#227;o esqueceste de registrar as pequenas alegrias, os sorrisos, os sinais de carinho, os gestos de amizade, as discretas ternuras que se      &lt;br /&gt;escondem em singelos favores que nos fazem.       &lt;br /&gt;Observa tamb&amp;#233;m se desenhaste as flores que enfeitaram esse dia, mesmo aquelas que floresceram an&amp;#244;nimas e solit&amp;#225;rias na beira das cal&amp;#231;adas, se coloriste o c&amp;#233;u com o anil mais delicado, ou ent&amp;#227;o se registraste a chuva como uma teia de cristais pendurada nas &amp;#225;rvores,      &lt;br /&gt;grudada nas vidra&amp;#231;as...       &lt;br /&gt;Por certo h&amp;#225;s de lembrar da lua que surgiu bem cedo, ansiosa por despertar rubores no horizonte, e tamb&amp;#233;m tingiste a noite com seus v&amp;#233;us escuros, pontilhando-a de estrelas cintilantes ...       &lt;br /&gt;Antes que adorme&amp;#231;as, enfeita a p&amp;#225;gina deste dia com o brilho da tua presen&amp;#231;a, porque mesmo que n&amp;#227;o tenhas lembrado ainda, tu &amp;#233;s a parte mais importante deste livro que escreves a cada dia que passa, pois s&amp;#227;o teus gestos, teus sorrisos, tuas l&amp;#225;grimas e as tuas palavras que comp&amp;#245;em com os teus sentimentos a hist&amp;#243;ria da tua vida.       &lt;br /&gt;Antes que adorme&amp;#231;as, prepara as tintas da esperan&amp;#231;a e pinta com capricho a luz de um novo dia!      &lt;br /&gt;Lembra: o futuro sempre procura ler as p&amp;#225;ginas j&amp;#225; escritas ... &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(a.d.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1473186117603006312-9043267510823262243?l=cristybelvvv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/feeds/9043267510823262243/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1473186117603006312&amp;postID=9043267510823262243' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/9043267510823262243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/9043267510823262243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/2007/12/antes-que-adormeas.html' title='Antes que Adormeças...'/><author><name>CristybelVVV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363873204267224965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cTNyYrxTLUo/R_UU8bomuxI/AAAAAAAACIg/QRzBZxraCOo/S220/100_1142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473186117603006312.post-4193280724685512342</id><published>2007-12-23T10:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T10:23:30.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oração Celta</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.google.com/izabelcristina3v/R26njYE-AvI/AAAAAAAAAZk/6khOx1Q9e-A/Irlanda%5B30%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin: 5px 15px 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="301" alt="Irlanda" src="http://lh4.google.com/izabelcristina3v/R26nk4E-AwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/jtuxuNnL_iw/Irlanda_thumb%5B26%5D" width="430" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Que jamais, em tempo algum, o teu cora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o acalente &amp;#243;dio.    &lt;br /&gt;Que o canto da maturidade jamais asfixie a tua crian&amp;#231;a interior.     &lt;br /&gt;Que o teu sorriso seja sempre verdadeiro.     &lt;br /&gt;Que as perdas do teu caminho sejam sempre encaradas como li&amp;#231;&amp;#245;es de vida.     &lt;br /&gt;Que a m&amp;#250;sica seja tua companheira de momentos secretos contigo mesmo.     &lt;br /&gt;Que os teus momentos de amor contenham a magia de tua alma eterna em cada beijo.     &lt;br /&gt;Que os teus olhos sejam dois s&amp;#243;is olhando a luz da vida em cada     &lt;br /&gt;amanhecer.     &lt;br /&gt;Que cada dia seja um novo recome&amp;#231;o, onde tua alma dance na luz.     &lt;br /&gt;Que em cada passo teu fiquem marcas luminosas de tua passagem em cada cora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o.     &lt;br /&gt;Que em cada amigo o teu cora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o fa&amp;#231;a festa, que celebre o canto da amizade profunda que liga as almas afins.     &lt;br /&gt;Que em teus momentos de solid&amp;#227;o e cansa&amp;#231;o, esteja sempre presente em teu cora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o a lembran&amp;#231;a de que tudo passa e se transforma, quando a alma &amp;#233; grande e generosa.     &lt;br /&gt;Que o teu cora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o voe contente nas asas da espiritualidade consciente, para que tu percebas a ternura invis&amp;#237;vel, tocando o centro do teu ser eterno.     &lt;br /&gt;Que um suave acalento te acompanhe, na terra ou no espa&amp;#231;o, e por onde quer que o imanente invis&amp;#237;vel leve o teu viver.     &lt;br /&gt;Que o teu cora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o sinta a presen&amp;#231;a secreta do inef&amp;#225;vel!     &lt;br /&gt;Que os teus pensamentos e os teus amores, o teu viver e a tua passagem pela vida, sejam sempre aben&amp;#231;oados por aquele amor que ama sem nome.     &lt;br /&gt;Aquele amor que n&amp;#227;o se explica, s&amp;#243; se sente.     &lt;br /&gt;Que esse amor seja o teu acalento secreto, viajando eternamente no centro do teu ser.     &lt;br /&gt;Que este amor transforme os teus dramas em luz, a tua tristeza em celebra&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o, e os teus passos cansados em alegres passos de dan&amp;#231;a renovadora.     &lt;br /&gt;Que jamais, em tempo algum, tu esque&amp;#231;as da presen&amp;#231;a que est&amp;#225; em ti e em todos os seres.     &lt;br /&gt;Que o teu viver seja pleno de Paz e Luz!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.google.com/izabelcristina3v/R26nmoE-AxI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/YmyEAyAlVOo/Irlanda%20-%20Dolmen%5B22%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin: 20px 15px 10px; border-right-width: 0px" height="293" alt="Irlanda - Dolmen" src="http://lh6.google.com/izabelcristina3v/R26noYE-AyI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/KcPaZd_E2ew/Irlanda%20-%20Dolmen_thumb%5B18%5D" width="430" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1473186117603006312-4193280724685512342?l=cristybelvvv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/feeds/4193280724685512342/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1473186117603006312&amp;postID=4193280724685512342' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/4193280724685512342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/4193280724685512342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/2007/12/orao-celta_23.html' title='Oração Celta'/><author><name>CristybelVVV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363873204267224965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cTNyYrxTLUo/R_UU8bomuxI/AAAAAAAACIg/QRzBZxraCOo/S220/100_1142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473186117603006312.post-661620462443481506</id><published>2007-12-23T09:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T09:00:09.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reverência ao Destino...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.google.com/izabelcristina3v/R26UE4E-ApI/AAAAAAAAAY0/xJt939XqOkk/Aves%20Sorrindo%5B32%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 5px 10px 10px 5px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="330" alt="Aves Sorrindo" src="http://lh4.google.com/izabelcristina3v/R26UF4E-AqI/AAAAAAAAAY8/5zInSx6pcwU/Aves%20Sorrindo_thumb%5B30%5D" width="430" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Falar &amp;#233; completamente f&amp;#225;cil, quando se tem palavras em mente que expressem sua opini&amp;#227;o.   &lt;br /&gt;Dif&amp;#237;cil &amp;#233; expressar por atitudes e gestos o que realmente queremos dizer, o quanto queremos dizer, antes que a pessoa se v&amp;#225;.     &lt;br /&gt;F&amp;#225;cil &amp;#233; julgar pessoas que est&amp;#227;o sendo expostas pelas circunst&amp;#226;ncias.    &lt;br /&gt;Dif&amp;#237;cil &amp;#233; encontrar e refletir sobre os seus erros, ou tentar fazer diferente algo que j&amp;#225; fez muito errado. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;F&amp;#225;cil &amp;#233; ser colega, fazer companhia a algu&amp;#233;m, dizer o que ele deseja ouvir.   &lt;br /&gt;Dif&amp;#237;cil &amp;#233; ser amigo para todas as horas e dizer sempre a verdade quando for preciso. E com confian&amp;#231;a no que diz. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;F&amp;#225;cil &amp;#233; analisar a situa&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o alheia e poder aconselhar sobre esta situa&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o.   &lt;br /&gt;Dif&amp;#237;cil &amp;#233; vivenciar esta situa&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o e saber o que fazer. Ou ter coragem pra fazer. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;F&amp;#225;cil &amp;#233; demostrar raiva e impaci&amp;#234;ncia quando algo o deixa irritado.   &lt;br /&gt;Dif&amp;#237;cil &amp;#233; expressar o seu amor a algu&amp;#233;m que realmente te conhece, te respeita e te entende. E &amp;#233; assim que perdemos pessoas especiais.     &lt;br /&gt;F&amp;#225;cil &amp;#233; mentir aos quatro ventos o que tentamos camuflar.    &lt;br /&gt;Dif&amp;#237;cil &amp;#233; mentir para o nosso cora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;F&amp;#225;cil &amp;#233; ver o que queremos enxergar.   &lt;br /&gt;Dif&amp;#237;cil &amp;#233; saber que nos iludimos com o que ach&amp;#225;vamos ter visto. Admitir que nos deixamos levar, mais uma vez, isso &amp;#233; dif&amp;#237;cil. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;F&amp;#225;cil &amp;#233; dizer &amp;#8221; oi &amp;quot; ou &amp;#8221; como vai ? &amp;quot;   &lt;br /&gt;Dif&amp;#237;cil &amp;#233; dizer &amp;quot;adeus&amp;quot;. Principalmente quando somos culpados pela partida de algu&amp;#233;m de nossas vidas... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;F&amp;#225;cil &amp;#233; abra&amp;#231;ar, apertar as m&amp;#227;os, beijar de olhos fechados.   &lt;br /&gt;Dif&amp;#237;cil &amp;#233; sentir a energia que &amp;#233; transmitida. Aquela que toma conta do corpo, como uma corrente el&amp;#233;trica, quando tocamos a pessoa certa. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;F&amp;#225;cil &amp;#233; querer ser amado.   &lt;br /&gt;Dif&amp;#237;cil &amp;#233; amar completamente s&amp;#243;. Amar de verdade, sem ter medo de viver, sem ter medo do depois. Amar e se entregar. E aprender a dar valor somente a quem te ama. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;F&amp;#225;cil &amp;#233; ouvir a m&amp;#250;sica que toca.   &lt;br /&gt;Dif&amp;#237;cil &amp;#233; ouvir a sua consci&amp;#234;ncia. Acenando o tempo todo, mostrando nossas escolhas erradas. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;F&amp;#225;cil &amp;#233; ditar regras.   &lt;br /&gt;Dif&amp;#237;cil &amp;#233; segu&amp;#237;-las. Ter a no&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o exata de nossas pr&amp;#243;prias vidas, ao inv&amp;#233;s de ter no&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o das vidas dos outros. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;F&amp;#225;cil &amp;#233; perguntar o que se deseja saber.   &lt;br /&gt;Dif&amp;#237;cil &amp;#233; estar preparado para escutar esta resposta. Ou querer entender a resposta. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;F&amp;#225;cil &amp;#233; chorar ou sorrir quando der vontade.   &lt;br /&gt;Dif&amp;#237;cil &amp;#233; sorrir com vontade de chorar ou chorar de rir, de alegria. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;F&amp;#225;cil &amp;#233; dar um beijo.   &lt;br /&gt;Dif&amp;#237;cil &amp;#233; entregar a alma. Sinceramente, por inteiro. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;F&amp;#225;cil &amp;#233; sair com v&amp;#225;rias pessoas ao longo da vida.   &lt;br /&gt;Dif&amp;#237;cil &amp;#233; entender que somente uma vai te aceitar como voc&amp;#234; &amp;#233; e te fazer feliz por inteiro.     &lt;br /&gt;F&amp;#225;cil &amp;#233; ocupar um lugar na caderneta telef&amp;#244;nica.    &lt;br /&gt;Dif&amp;#237;cil &amp;#233; ocupar o cora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o de algu&amp;#233;m. Saber que se &amp;#233; realmente amado. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;F&amp;#225;cil &amp;#233; sonhar todas as noites.   &lt;br /&gt;Dif&amp;#237;cil &amp;#233; lutar por um sonho. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Eterno, &amp;#233; tudo aquilo que dura uma fra&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o de segundo, mas com tamanha intensidade, que se petrifica, e nenhuma for&amp;#231;a jamais o resgata. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;(a.d.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1473186117603006312-661620462443481506?l=cristybelvvv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/feeds/661620462443481506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1473186117603006312&amp;postID=661620462443481506' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/661620462443481506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/661620462443481506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/2007/12/reverncia-ao-destino.html' title='Reverência ao Destino...'/><author><name>CristybelVVV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363873204267224965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cTNyYrxTLUo/R_UU8bomuxI/AAAAAAAACIg/QRzBZxraCOo/S220/100_1142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473186117603006312.post-4675814170579308820</id><published>2007-12-23T08:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T08:50:39.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma Pessoa é Grande...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.google.com/izabelcristina3v/R26R1YE-AnI/AAAAAAAAAYk/kGY_wLkxAN0/Hibisco%201%5B12%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 10px 10px 0px 5px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="303" alt="Hibisco 1" src="http://lh5.google.com/izabelcristina3v/R26R3IE-AoI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Cp0nD-1cAds/Hibisco%201_thumb%5B10%5D" width="430" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Uma pessoa &amp;#233; grande para voc&amp;#234;, quando fala do que leu e viveu, quando trata voc&amp;#234; com carinho e respeito, quando olha nos olhos e sorri destravado.    &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#201; pequena para voc&amp;#234; quando s&amp;#243; pensa em si mesmo, quando se comporta de maneira menos gentil, quando fracassa justamente no momento em que teria que demonstrar o que h&amp;#225; de mais importante entre duas pessoas: a amizade, o carinho, o respeito, o zelo e at&amp;#233; mesmo o amor.     &lt;br /&gt;Uma pessoa &amp;#233; gigante para voc&amp;#234; quando se interessa pela sua vida, quando busca alternativas para o seu crescimento, quando sonha juntamente com voc&amp;#234;.     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#201; pequena quando desvia do assunto.     &lt;br /&gt;Uma pessoa &amp;#233; grande quando perdoa, quando compreende, quando se coloca no lugar do outro, quando age n&amp;#227;o de acordo com o que esperam dela, mas de acordo com o que se espera de si mesma.     &lt;br /&gt;Uma pessoa &amp;#233; pequena quando se deixa reger por comportamentos clich&amp;#234;s.     &lt;br /&gt;Uma mesma pessoa pode aparentar grandeza ou miudeza dentro de um relacionamento, pode crescer ou decrescer num espa&amp;#231;o de poucas semanas.     &lt;br /&gt;Uma decep&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o pode diminuir o tamanho de um amor que parecia ser grande.     &lt;br /&gt;Uma aus&amp;#234;ncia pode aumentar o tamanho de um amor que parecia ser &amp;#237;nfimo.     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#201; dif&amp;#237;cil conviver com esta elasticidade: as pessoas se agigantam e se encolhem aos nossos olhos.     &lt;br /&gt;Nosso julgamento &amp;#233; feito n&amp;#227;o por interm&amp;#233;dio de cent&amp;#237;metros e metros, mas de a&amp;#231;&amp;#245;es e rea&amp;#231;&amp;#245;es, de expectativas e frustra&amp;#231;&amp;#245;es.     &lt;br /&gt;Uma pessoa &amp;#233; &amp;#250;nica ao estender a m&amp;#227;o, e ao recolh&amp;#234;-la inesperadamente, se torna mais uma.     &lt;br /&gt;O ego&amp;#237;smo unifica os insignificantes.     &lt;br /&gt;N&amp;#227;o &amp;#233; a altura, nem o peso, nem os m&amp;#250;sculos que tornam uma pessoa grande.....&amp;#233; a sua sensibilidade, sem tamanho.....&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;(Willian Shakespeare)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1473186117603006312-4675814170579308820?l=cristybelvvv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/feeds/4675814170579308820/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1473186117603006312&amp;postID=4675814170579308820' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/4675814170579308820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/4675814170579308820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/2007/12/uma-pessoa-grande.html' title='Uma Pessoa é Grande...'/><author><name>CristybelVVV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363873204267224965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cTNyYrxTLUo/R_UU8bomuxI/AAAAAAAACIg/QRzBZxraCOo/S220/100_1142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473186117603006312.post-4685811551913493754</id><published>2007-12-23T07:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T07:53:11.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deus não vai perguntar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Deus n&amp;#227;o vai perguntar que tipo de carro voc&amp;#234; costumava dirigir, mas vai perguntar quantas pessoas que necessitavam de ajuda voc&amp;#234; transportou. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Deus n&amp;#227;o vai perguntar qual o tamanho da sua casa, mas vai perguntar quantas pessoas voc&amp;#234; abrigou nela. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Deus n&amp;#227;o vai fazer perguntas sobre as roupas do seu arm&amp;#225;rio, mas vai perguntar quantas pessoas voc&amp;#234; ajudou a vestir. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Deus n&amp;#227;o vai perguntar o montante de seus bens materiais, mas vai perguntar em que medida eles ditaram sua vida. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Deus n&amp;#227;o vai perguntar qual foi o seu maior sal&amp;#225;rio, mas vai perguntar se voc&amp;#234; comprometeu o seu car&amp;#225;ter para obt&amp;#234;-lo. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Deus n&amp;#227;o vai perguntar quantas promo&amp;#231;&amp;#245;es voc&amp;#234; recebeu, mas vai perguntar de que forma voc&amp;#234; promoveu outros. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Deus n&amp;#227;o vai perguntar qual foi o t&amp;#237;tulo do cargo que voc&amp;#234; ocupava, mas vai perguntar se voc&amp;#234; desempenhou o seu trabalho com o melhor de suas habilidades.    &lt;br /&gt;Deus n&amp;#227;o vai perguntar quantos amigos voc&amp;#234; teve, mas vai perguntar para quantas pessoas voc&amp;#234; foi amigo. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Deus n&amp;#227;o vai perguntar o que voc&amp;#234; fez para proteger seus direitos, mas vai perguntar o que voc&amp;#234; fez para garantir os direitos dos outros. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Deus n&amp;#227;o vai perguntar em que bairro voc&amp;#234; morou, mas vai perguntar como voc&amp;#234; tratou seus vizinhos. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;E eu me pergunto: que tipo de respostas terei para dar? &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Voc&amp;#234; quer ser feliz por um instante? Vingue-se.       &lt;br /&gt;Voc&amp;#234; quer ser feliz para sempre? Perdoe! &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;(Whit Criswell)&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.google.com/izabelcristina3v/R26EW4E-AlI/AAAAAAAAAYU/fe8MtDw8vpA/Corredor%20em%20Rosa%5B24%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="328" alt="Corredor em Rosa" src="http://lh3.google.com/izabelcristina3v/R26EZoE-AmI/AAAAAAAAAYc/CiCY3vtoTEY/Corredor%20em%20Rosa_thumb%5B22%5D" width="430" 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/1473186117603006312-4685811551913493754?l=cristybelvvv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/feeds/4685811551913493754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1473186117603006312&amp;postID=4685811551913493754' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/4685811551913493754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/4685811551913493754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/2007/12/deus-no-vai-perguntar.html' title='Deus não vai perguntar...'/><author><name>CristybelVVV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363873204267224965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cTNyYrxTLUo/R_UU8bomuxI/AAAAAAAACIg/QRzBZxraCOo/S220/100_1142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473186117603006312.post-1999635777016737731</id><published>2007-12-14T15:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T15:44:34.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acordar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh5.google.com/izabelcristina3v/R2MUy4E-AjI/AAAAAAAAAYE/m2Ubi77AQ-g/ScreenShot087%5B14%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="328" alt="ScreenShot087" src="http://lh4.google.com/izabelcristina3v/R2MU0oE-AkI/AAAAAAAAAYM/wiuBU8Zgb-8/ScreenShot087_thumb%5B12%5D" width="430" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Vamos fazer uma brincadeira e separar em s&amp;#237;labas a palavra acordar: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A-cor-dar. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Viu? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Significa dar a cor. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Colocar o cora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o em tudo que se faz.    &lt;br /&gt;Existem pessoas que acordam &amp;#224;s 6 h da tarde.    &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#201; isso mesmo!     &lt;br /&gt;Pela manh&amp;#227;, caem na cama e passam o dia todo dormindo.     &lt;br /&gt;E existem alguns, acredite, que passam a vida toda e n&amp;#227;o conseguem acordar.     &lt;br /&gt;Eu tive um amigo que acordou aos 54 anos de idade.     &lt;br /&gt;Ele me disse:     &lt;br /&gt;- Cara, descobri que estou na profiss&amp;#227;o errada!     &lt;br /&gt;E ele j&amp;#225; estava se aposentando... Imagine o trauma que esse amigo criou para si, para os colegas de trabalho, para a sua fam&amp;#237;lia.     &lt;br /&gt;Foi infeliz durante toda sua vida profissional porque, simplesmente, n&amp;#227;o &amp;quot;acordou&amp;quot;.    &lt;br /&gt;Por mais cinzento que possa estar sendo o dia de hoje, ele tem exatamente a cor que dou a ele.     &lt;br /&gt;Sabe por qu&amp;#234;?     &lt;br /&gt;Por que a vida tem a cor que &amp;quot;a gente pinta&amp;quot;.    &lt;br /&gt;O engra&amp;#231;ado &amp;#233; que os dias s&amp;#227;o todos exclusivos.     &lt;br /&gt;Cada dia &amp;#233; um novo dia, ningu&amp;#233;m o viveu.     &lt;br /&gt;Ele est&amp;#225; ali, esperando que eu e voc&amp;#234; fa&amp;#231;amos com que ele seja o melhor da nossa vida.     &lt;br /&gt;Os seus dias podem ser os os mais lindos da face da terra, se voc&amp;#234; os fizer assim, porque eu os fa&amp;#231;o assim... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Acredite em voc&amp;#234;!      &lt;br /&gt;O universo &amp;#233; o limite!       &lt;br /&gt;D&amp;#234; a voc&amp;#234; a oportunidade de &amp;quot;a-cor-dar&amp;quot; todos os dias e compartilhar com os outroso que Deus nos d&amp;#225; de melhor: o privil&amp;#233;gio de ser e fazer os outros felizes. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(Antonio Pires Soares)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1473186117603006312-1999635777016737731?l=cristybelvvv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/feeds/1999635777016737731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1473186117603006312&amp;postID=1999635777016737731' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/1999635777016737731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/1999635777016737731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/2007/12/acordar.html' title='Acordar...'/><author><name>CristybelVVV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363873204267224965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cTNyYrxTLUo/R_UU8bomuxI/AAAAAAAACIg/QRzBZxraCOo/S220/100_1142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473186117603006312.post-7132947308129791128</id><published>2007-11-20T14:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T19:08:03.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh4.google.com/izabelcristina3v/R0NZIHdYEXI/AAAAAAAAAW0/n79GjAhnSb4/Chaplin-VIVA%5B20%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="id" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="307" alt="Chaplin-Viva" src="http://lh6.google.com/izabelcristina3v/R0NZKndYEYI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Jh1AjeItijg/Chaplin-VIVA_thumb%5B18%5D.jpg" width="430" 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/1473186117603006312-7132947308129791128?l=cristybelvvv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/feeds/7132947308129791128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1473186117603006312&amp;postID=7132947308129791128' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/7132947308129791128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/7132947308129791128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/2007/11/viva.html' title='Viva!!!'/><author><name>CristybelVVV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363873204267224965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cTNyYrxTLUo/R_UU8bomuxI/AAAAAAAACIg/QRzBZxraCOo/S220/100_1142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473186117603006312.post-2446761712286678026</id><published>2007-10-27T20:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T20:30:53.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Alegria...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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border-top: 0px; margin: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="313" alt="A Alegria &amp;#xE9; " src="http://lh5.google.com/izabelcristina3v/RyQBdQ1fJtI/AAAAAAAAAU4/d7bTeHWHhLI/A%20Alegria%20%C3%A9%201_thumb%5B23%5D.png" width="455" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1473186117603006312-2446761712286678026?l=cristybelvvv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/feeds/2446761712286678026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1473186117603006312&amp;postID=2446761712286678026' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/2446761712286678026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/2446761712286678026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/2007/10/alegria_27.html' title='A Alegria...'/><author><name>CristybelVVV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363873204267224965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cTNyYrxTLUo/R_UU8bomuxI/AAAAAAAACIg/QRzBZxraCOo/S220/100_1142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473186117603006312.post-3903757831388416830</id><published>2007-10-27T20:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T20:19:22.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigo é Aquele...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh5.google.com/izabelcristina3v/RyP_sg1fJqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Lhkiaoyo0b4/Amigo%20%C3%89%20Aquele%202%5B35%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img id="id" style="border-right: 0px; 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&lt;a href="http://lh3.google.com/izabelcristina3v/RyOeyA1fJaI/AAAAAAAAASE/tSN8_3P5TpY/Florzinhas%20Diversas%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="id" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="290" alt="Florzinhas Diversas" src="http://lh5.google.com/izabelcristina3v/RyOezg1fJbI/AAAAAAAAASM/3M9Io_MYFBg/Florzinhas%20Diversas_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg" width="420" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Quando sua vida come&amp;#xE7;a, voc&amp;#xEA; tem apenas uma mala pequenina de m&amp;#xE3;o...&amp;#xA0; A medida em que os anos v&amp;#xE3;o passando, a bagagem vai aumentando porque existem muitas coisas que voc&amp;#xEA; recolhe pelo caminho, por pensar que s&amp;#xE3;o importantes. A um determinado ponto do caminho come&amp;#xE7;a a ficar insuport&amp;#xE1;vel carregar tantas coisas, pesa demais, ent&amp;#xE3;o voc&amp;#xEA; pode escolher: ficar sentado a beira do caminho, esperando que algu&amp;#xE9;m o ajude, o que &amp;#xE9; dif&amp;#xED;cil, pois todos que passarem por ali j&amp;#xE1; ter&amp;#xE3;o sua pr&amp;#xF3;pria bagagem. Voc&amp;#xEA; pode ficar a vida inteira esperando, ou voc&amp;#xEA; pode aliviar o peso, esvaziando a mala. Mas, o que tirar? Voc&amp;#xEA; come&amp;#xE7;a tirando tudo para fora... veja o que tem dentro: Amor, Amizade... nossa! Tem bastante, curioso, n&amp;#xE3;o pesa nada...&amp;#xA0; Tem algo pesado... voc&amp;#xEA; faz for&amp;#xE7;a para tirar.... era a Raiva - como ela pesa! A&amp;#xED; voc&amp;#xEA; come&amp;#xE7;a a tirar, tirar e aparecem a Incompreens&amp;#xE3;o, Medo, Pessimismo... nesse momento, o Des&amp;#xE2;nimo quase te puxa pra dentro da mala .... Mas voc&amp;#xEA; puxa-o para fora com toda a for&amp;#xE7;a, e no fundo da mala aparece um Sorriso, que estava sufocado no fundo da sua bagagem... Pula para fora outro sorriso e mais outro, e a&amp;#xED; sai a Felicidade... A&amp;#xED; voc&amp;#xEA; coloca as m&amp;#xE3;os dentro da mala de novo tira pra fora um monte de Tristeza... Agora, voc&amp;#xEA; vai ter que procurar a Paci&amp;#xEA;ncia dentro da mala, pois vai precisar bastante... Procure ent&amp;#xE3;o o resto: a For&amp;#xE7;a, Esperan&amp;#xE7;a, Coragem, Entusiasmo, Equil&amp;#xED;brio, Responsabilidade, Toler&amp;#xE2;ncia e o Bom e Velho Humor. Tire a Preocupa&amp;#xE7;&amp;#xE3;o tamb&amp;#xE9;m. Deixe de lado, depois voc&amp;#xEA; pensa o que fazer com ela... Bem, sua bagagem est&amp;#xE1; pronta para ser arrumada de novo. Mas, pense bem o que vai colocar dentro da mala de novo.&amp;#xA0; Agora &amp;#xE9; com voc&amp;#xEA;. E n&amp;#xE3;o se esque&amp;#xE7;a de fazer essa arruma&amp;#xE7;&amp;#xE3;o mais vezes, pois o caminho &amp;#xE9; MUITO, MUITO LONGO, e sua bagagem, poder&amp;#xE1; pesar novamente. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(Autor Desconhecido)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1473186117603006312-6510959961617781720?l=cristybelvvv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/feeds/6510959961617781720/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1473186117603006312&amp;postID=6510959961617781720' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/6510959961617781720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/6510959961617781720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/2007/10/bagagem_27.html' title='A Bagagem'/><author><name>CristybelVVV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363873204267224965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cTNyYrxTLUo/R_UU8bomuxI/AAAAAAAACIg/QRzBZxraCOo/S220/100_1142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473186117603006312.post-6827376518821617207</id><published>2007-10-26T15:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T15:00:11.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Liberdade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh5.google.com/izabelcristina3v/RyJjYw1fJYI/AAAAAAAAAP8/l14vDFyWINg/A%20Liberdade%20%C3%A9%20o%20Espa%C3%A7o%20que%20a%20Felicidade%20Precisa...%5B20%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="id" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 10px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="410" alt="A Liberdade &amp;#xE9; o Espa&amp;#xE7;o que a Felicidade Precisa..." src="http://lh4.google.com/izabelcristina3v/RyJjag1fJZI/AAAAAAAAAQE/ckMaON7ezsA/A%20Liberdade%20%C3%A9%20o%20Espa%C3%A7o%20que%20a%20Felicidade%20Precisa..._thumb%5B18%5D.jpg" width="452" align="left" 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/1473186117603006312-6827376518821617207?l=cristybelvvv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/feeds/6827376518821617207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1473186117603006312&amp;postID=6827376518821617207' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/6827376518821617207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/6827376518821617207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/2007/10/liberdade.html' title='A Liberdade...'/><author><name>CristybelVVV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363873204267224965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cTNyYrxTLUo/R_UU8bomuxI/AAAAAAAACIg/QRzBZxraCOo/S220/100_1142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473186117603006312.post-4381740386708004461</id><published>2007-10-26T14:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T20:00:33.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lições de Vida 1</title><content type='html'>&amp;#xA0;&lt;a href="http://lh6.google.com/izabelcristina3v/RyP7Qw1fJiI/AAAAAAAAATU/3BwqL7ldJdw/%C3%81rvore%20no%20Outono%202%5B18%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="id" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 10px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="500" alt="&amp;#xC1;rvore no Outono " src="http://lh6.google.com/izabelcristina3v/RyP7Tw1fJjI/AAAAAAAAATc/c9jUgVOrUpo/%C3%81rvore%20no%20Outono%202_thumb%5B16%5D.jpg" width="424" align="left" 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/1473186117603006312-4381740386708004461?l=cristybelvvv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/feeds/4381740386708004461/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1473186117603006312&amp;postID=4381740386708004461' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/4381740386708004461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/4381740386708004461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/2007/10/lies-de-vida-1.html' title='Lições de Vida 1'/><author><name>CristybelVVV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363873204267224965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cTNyYrxTLUo/R_UU8bomuxI/AAAAAAAACIg/QRzBZxraCOo/S220/100_1142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473186117603006312.post-8080519402552452391</id><published>2007-10-26T14:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T20:04:14.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lições de Vida 2</title><content type='html'>&amp;#xA0;&lt;a href="http://lh6.google.com/izabelcristina3v/RyP8Iw1fJkI/AAAAAAAAATk/NC_O1lTEGC0/Casa%20no%20Lago%201%5B14%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="id" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 10px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="491" alt="Casa no Lago " src="http://lh4.google.com/izabelcristina3v/RyP8LQ1fJlI/AAAAAAAAATs/ZTDwqMg04Pc/Casa%20no%20Lago%201_thumb%5B12%5D.jpg" width="423" align="left" 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/1473186117603006312-8080519402552452391?l=cristybelvvv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/feeds/8080519402552452391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1473186117603006312&amp;postID=8080519402552452391' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/8080519402552452391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/8080519402552452391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/2007/10/lies-de-vida-2.html' title='Lições de Vida 2'/><author><name>CristybelVVV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363873204267224965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cTNyYrxTLUo/R_UU8bomuxI/AAAAAAAACIg/QRzBZxraCOo/S220/100_1142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473186117603006312.post-5346047931575632799</id><published>2007-10-26T14:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T14:51:01.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lições de Vida 3</title><content type='html'>&amp;#xA0;&lt;a href="http://lh3.google.com/izabelcristina3v/RyOyvA1fJgI/AAAAAAAAATE/hYeVtazzNVY/Gaivotas%201%5B12%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="id" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 10px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="500" alt="Gaivotas " src="http://lh6.google.com/izabelcristina3v/RyOyww1fJhI/AAAAAAAAATM/JTYnR-zIcpo/Gaivotas%201_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg" width="425" align="left" 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/1473186117603006312-5346047931575632799?l=cristybelvvv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/feeds/5346047931575632799/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1473186117603006312&amp;postID=5346047931575632799' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/5346047931575632799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/5346047931575632799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/2007/10/lies-de-vida-3.html' title='Lições de Vida 3'/><author><name>CristybelVVV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363873204267224965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cTNyYrxTLUo/R_UU8bomuxI/AAAAAAAACIg/QRzBZxraCOo/S220/100_1142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473186117603006312.post-8919789695027668247</id><published>2007-10-26T14:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T20:08:58.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lições de Vida 4</title><content type='html'>&amp;#xA0;&lt;a href="http://lh3.google.com/izabelcristina3v/RyP9QA1fJmI/AAAAAAAAAT0/oW3owN4p1HM/Girass%C3%B3is%201%5B13%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="id" style="border-right: 0px; 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border-top: 0px; margin: 10px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="500" alt="Por-de-Sol " src="http://lh5.google.com/izabelcristina3v/RyJZfw1fJNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/T83yRYW22uo/Por-de-Sol%201_thumb%5B13%5D.jpg" width="423" align="left" 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/1473186117603006312-6848328391538235308?l=cristybelvvv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/feeds/6848328391538235308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1473186117603006312&amp;postID=6848328391538235308' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/6848328391538235308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/6848328391538235308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/2007/10/lies-de-vida-6.html' title='Lições de Vida 6'/><author><name>CristybelVVV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363873204267224965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cTNyYrxTLUo/R_UU8bomuxI/AAAAAAAACIg/QRzBZxraCOo/S220/100_1142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473186117603006312.post-7397295035354194953</id><published>2007-10-24T08:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T14:47:12.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprendemos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.google.com/izabelcristina3v/RyOx2A1fJeI/AAAAAAAAAS0/lx1ZiD8E5Ks/ScreenShot066%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="id" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="320" alt="Esplendor" src="http://lh5.google.com/izabelcristina3v/RyOx3g1fJfI/AAAAAAAAAS8/7FTtfdFrt8c/ScreenShot066_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg" width="420" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#xA0;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aprendemos que, por pior que seja um problema ou situa&amp;#xE7;&amp;#xE3;o, sempre existe uma sa&amp;#xED;da.    &lt;br /&gt;Aprendemos que &amp;#xE9; bobagem fugir das dificuldades. Mais cedo ou mais tarde, ser&amp;#xE1; preciso tirar as pedras do caminho para conseguir avan&amp;#xE7;ar.     &lt;br /&gt;Aprendemos que perdemos tempo nos preocupando com fatos que muitas vezes s&amp;#xF3; existem na nossa mente.     &lt;br /&gt;Aprendemos que &amp;#xE9; necess&amp;#xE1;rio um dia de chuva para darmos valor ao Sol, mas se ficarmos expostos muito tempo, o Sol queima.     &lt;br /&gt;Aprendemos que her&amp;#xF3;is n&amp;#xE3;o s&amp;#xE3;o aqueles que realizam obras not&amp;#xE1;veis, mas os que fizeram o que foi necess&amp;#xE1;rio e assumiram as conseq&amp;#xFC;&amp;#xEA;ncias dos seus atos.     &lt;br /&gt;Aprendemos que, n&amp;#xE3;o importa em quantos peda&amp;#xE7;os nosso cora&amp;#xE7;&amp;#xE3;o est&amp;#xE1; partido, o mundo n&amp;#xE3;o p&amp;#xE1;ra para que n&amp;#xF3;s o consertemos.     &lt;br /&gt;Aprendemos que, ao inv&amp;#xE9;s de ficar esperando algu&amp;#xE9;m nos trazer flores, &amp;#xE9; melhor plantar um jardim.     &lt;br /&gt;Aprendemos que amar n&amp;#xE3;o significa transferir aos outros a responsabilidade de nos fazer felizes. Cabe a n&amp;#xF3;s a tarefa de apostar nos nossos talentos e realizar os nossos sonhos.     &lt;br /&gt;Aprendemos que o que faz diferen&amp;#xE7;a n&amp;#xE3;o &amp;#xE9; o que temos na vida, mas QUEM n&amp;#xF3;s temos. E que boa fam&amp;#xED;lia s&amp;#xE3;o os amigos que escolhemos.     &lt;br /&gt;Aprendemos que as pessoas mais queridas podem &amp;#xE0;s vezes nos ferir. E talvez n&amp;#xE3;o nos amem tanto quanto n&amp;#xF3;s gostar&amp;#xED;amos, o que n&amp;#xE3;o significa que n&amp;#xE3;o amem muito, talvez seja o m&amp;#xE1;ximo que conseguem. Isso &amp;#xE9; o mais importante.     &lt;br /&gt;Aprendemos que toda mudan&amp;#xE7;a inicia um ciclo de constru&amp;#xE7;&amp;#xE3;o, se voc&amp;#xEA; n&amp;#xE3;o esquecer de deixar a porta aberta.     &lt;br /&gt;Aprendemos que o tempo &amp;#xE9; precioso e n&amp;#xE3;o volta atr&amp;#xE1;s. Por isso, n&amp;#xE3;o vale a pena resgatar o passado. O que vale a pena &amp;#xE9; construir o futuro.     &lt;br /&gt;O nosso futuro ainda est&amp;#xE1; por vir.     &lt;br /&gt;Ent&amp;#xE3;o aprendamos que devemos descruzar os bra&amp;#xE7;os e vencer o medo de partir em busca dos nossos sonhos.     &lt;br /&gt;Paz no seu cora&amp;#xE7;&amp;#xE3;o!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(Autor Desconhecido) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1473186117603006312-7397295035354194953?l=cristybelvvv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/feeds/7397295035354194953/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1473186117603006312&amp;postID=7397295035354194953' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/7397295035354194953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/7397295035354194953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/2007/10/aprendemos.html' title='Aprendemos...'/><author><name>CristybelVVV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363873204267224965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cTNyYrxTLUo/R_UU8bomuxI/AAAAAAAACIg/QRzBZxraCOo/S220/100_1142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473186117603006312.post-8351845488307374169</id><published>2007-10-24T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T07:56:18.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos são Anjos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#xA0;&lt;/p&gt; 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 &lt;p&gt;Foi l&amp;#xE1; que fiquei conhecendo um rapaz chamado Mauro. Ele era grandalh&amp;#xE3;o e gostava de fazer brincadeiras com os outros, sempre pregando pequenas pe&amp;#xE7;as. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Havia tamb&amp;#xE9;m o Ernani, que era um pouco mais velho que o resto do grupo. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sempre quieto, inofensivo, &amp;#xE0; parte, Ernani costumava comer o seu lanche sozinho, num canto da sala. Ele n&amp;#xE3;o participava das brincadeiras que faz&amp;#xED;amos ap&amp;#xF3;s o almo&amp;#xE7;o, sendo que, ao terminar a refei&amp;#xE7;&amp;#xE3;o, sempre sentava sozinho debaixo de uma &amp;#xE1;rvore mais distante. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Devido a esse seu comportamento, Ernani era o alvo natural das brincadeiras e piadas do grupo. Ora ele encontrava um sapo na marmita, ora um rato morto em seu chap&amp;#xE9;u. E o que ach&amp;#xE1;vamos mais incr&amp;#xED;vel &amp;#xE9; que ele sempre aceitava aquilo sem ficar bravo.    &lt;br /&gt;Em um feriado prolongado, Mauro resolveu ir pescar no Pantanal. Antes, nos prometeu que, se conseguisse sucesso, iria dar um pouco do resultado da pesca para cada um de n&amp;#xF3;s. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No seu retorno, ficamos todos muito animados quando vimos que ele havia pescado alguns dourados enormes. Mauro, entretanto, levou-nos para um canto e nos disse que tinha preparado uma boa pe&amp;#xE7;a para aplicar no Ernani. Mauro dividira os dourados, fazendo pacotes com uma boa por&amp;#xE7;&amp;#xE3;o para cada um de n&amp;#xF3;s. Mas, a 'pe&amp;#xE7;a' programada era que ele havia separado os restos dos peixes num pacote maior, &amp;#xE0; parte. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- &amp;quot;Vai ser muito engra&amp;#xE7;ado quando o Ernani desembrulhar esse 'presente' e encontrar espinhas, peles e v&amp;#xED;sceras!&amp;quot;, disse-nos Mauro, que j&amp;#xE1; estava se divertindo com aquilo. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mauro ent&amp;#xE3;o distribuiu os pacotes no hor&amp;#xE1;rio do almo&amp;#xE7;o. Cada um de n&amp;#xF3;s, que ia abrindo o seu pacote contendo uma bela por&amp;#xE7;&amp;#xE3;o de peixe, ent&amp;#xE3;o dizia: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- &amp;quot;Obrigado!&amp;quot;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mas o maior pacote de todos, ele deixou por &amp;#xFA;ltimo. Era para o Ernani. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Todos n&amp;#xF3;s j&amp;#xE1; est&amp;#xE1;vamos quase explodindo de vontade de rir, sendo que Mauro exibia um ar especial, de grande satisfa&amp;#xE7;&amp;#xE3;o. Como sempre, Ernani estava sentado sozinho, no lado mais afastado da grande mesa. Mauro ent&amp;#xE3;o levou o pacote para perto dele, e todos ficamos na expectativa do que estava para acontecer. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ernani n&amp;#xE3;o era o tipo de muitas palavras. Ele falava t&amp;#xE3;o pouco que, muitas vezes, nem se percebia que ele estava por perto. Em tr&amp;#xEA;s anos, ele provavelmente n&amp;#xE3;o tinha dito nem cem palavras ao todo. Por isso, o que aconteceu a seguir nos pegou de surpresa. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ele pegou o pacote firmemente nas m&amp;#xE3;os e o levantou devagar, com um grande sorriso no rosto. Foi ent&amp;#xE3;o que notamos que seus olhos estavam brilhando. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Por alguns momentos, o seu pomo de Ad&amp;#xE3;o se moveu para cima e para baixo, at&amp;#xE9; ele conseguir controlar sua emo&amp;#xE7;&amp;#xE3;o. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- &amp;quot;Eu sabia que voc&amp;#xEA; n&amp;#xE3;o ia se esquecer de mim&amp;quot;, disse com a voz embargada. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- &amp;quot;Eu sabia, voc&amp;#xEA; &amp;#xE9; grandalh&amp;#xE3;o e gosta de fazer brincadeiras, mas sempre soube que voc&amp;#xEA; tem um bom cora&amp;#xE7;&amp;#xE3;o&amp;quot;. Ele engoliu em seco novamente, e continuou falando, dessa vez para todos n&amp;#xF3;s: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- &amp;quot;Eu sei que n&amp;#xE3;o tenho sido muito participativo com voc&amp;#xEA;s, mas nunca foi por m&amp;#xE1; inten&amp;#xE7;&amp;#xE3;o. Sabem... Eu tenho cinco filhos em casa, e uma esposa inv&amp;#xE1;lida, que h&amp;#xE1; quatro anos est&amp;#xE1; presa na cama. E estou ciente de que ela nunca mais vai melhorar. &amp;#xC0;s vezes, quando ela passa mal, eu tenho que ficar a noite inteira acordado, cuidando dela. E a maior parte do meu sal&amp;#xE1;rio tem sido para os seus m&amp;#xE9;dicos e os rem&amp;#xE9;dios. As crian&amp;#xE7;as fazem o que podem para ajudar, mas tem sido dif&amp;#xED;cil colocar comida para todos na mesa. Voc&amp;#xEA;s talvez achem esquisito que eu v&amp;#xE1; comer o meu almo&amp;#xE7;o sozinho, num canto... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Bem, &amp;#xE9; que eu fico meio envergonhado, porque na maioria das vezes eu n&amp;#xE3;o tenho nada para p&amp;#xF4;r no meu sandu&amp;#xED;che. Ou, como hoje, eu tinha somente uma batata na minha marmita. Mas eu quero que saibam que essa por&amp;#xE7;&amp;#xE3;o de peixe representa, realmente, muito para mim. Provavelmente muito mais do que para qualquer um de voc&amp;#xEA;s, porque hoje &amp;#xE0; noite os meus filhos...&amp;quot;, ele limpou as l&amp;#xE1;grimas dos olhos com as costas das m&amp;#xE3;os. - &amp;quot;Hoje &amp;#xE0; noite os meus filhos v&amp;#xE3;o ter, realmente, depois de alguns anos...&amp;quot; e ele come&amp;#xE7;ou a abrir o pacote... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;N&amp;#xF3;s t&amp;#xED;nhamos estado prestando tanta aten&amp;#xE7;&amp;#xE3;o no Ernani, enquanto ele falava, que nem hav&amp;#xED;amos notado a rea&amp;#xE7;&amp;#xE3;o do Mauro. Mas agora, todos n&amp;#xF3;s percebemos a sua afli&amp;#xE7;&amp;#xE3;o quando ele saltou e tentou pegar o pacote das m&amp;#xE3;os do Ernani. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mas era tarde demais. Ernani j&amp;#xE1; tinha aberto e pacote e estava, agora, examinando cada peda&amp;#xE7;o de espinha, cada por&amp;#xE7;&amp;#xE3;o de pele e de v&amp;#xED;sceras, levantando cada rabo de peixe. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Era para ter sido t&amp;#xE3;o engra&amp;#xE7;ado, mas ningu&amp;#xE9;m riu. Todos n&amp;#xF3;s ficamos olhando para baixo. E a pior parte foi quando Ernani, tentando sorrir, falou a mesma coisa que todos n&amp;#xF3;s hav&amp;#xED;amos dito anteriormente: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- &amp;quot;Obrigado!&amp;quot;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Em sil&amp;#xEA;ncio, um a um, cada um dos colegas pegou o seu pacote e o colocou na frente do Ernani, porque depois de muitos anos n&amp;#xF3;s hav&amp;#xED;amos, de repente, entendido quem era realmente o Ernani. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Uma semana depois, a esposa de Ernani faleceu. Cada um de n&amp;#xF3;s daquele grupo passou, ent&amp;#xE3;o, a ajudar as cinco crian&amp;#xE7;as. Gra&amp;#xE7;as ao grande esp&amp;#xED;rito de luta que elas possu&amp;#xED;am, todas progrediram muito: Carlinhos, o mais novo, tornou-se um importante m&amp;#xE9;dico. Fernanda, Paula e Luisa montaram o seu pr&amp;#xF3;prio e bem-sucedido neg&amp;#xF3;cio: elas produzem e vendem doces e salgados para padarias e supermercados. O mais velho, Ernani J&amp;#xFA;nior, formou-se em Engenharia; sendo que, hoje, &amp;#xE9; o Diretor Geral da mesma empresa em que eu, Ernani e os nossos colegas trabalh&amp;#xE1;vamos. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mauro, hoje aposentado, continua fazendo brincadeiras; entretanto, s&amp;#xE3;o de um tipo muito diferente: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ele organizou nove grupos de volunt&amp;#xE1;rios que distribuem brinquedos para crian&amp;#xE7;as hospitalizadas e as entret&amp;#xEA;m com jogos, est&amp;#xF3;rias e outros divertimentos. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#xC0;s vezes, convivemos por muitos anos com uma pessoa, para s&amp;#xF3; ent&amp;#xE3;o percebermos que mal a conhecemos. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Nunca lhe demos a devida aten&amp;#xE7;&amp;#xE3;o; n&amp;#xE3;o demonstramos qualquer interesse pelas coisas dela; ignoramos as suas ansiedades ou os seus problemas. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Portanto... comece a conhecer seu colega. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; (Autor Desconhecido)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.google.com/izabelcristina3v/Rx9wcYaIM7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/YlfPe4-j31M/Joaninha%20e%20Formiga.jpg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.google.com/izabelcristina3v/Rx9wcYaIM7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/YlfPe4-j31M/Joaninha%20e%20Formiga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="380" alt="Joaninha e Formiga" src="http://lh3.google.com/izabelcristina3v/Rx9Rt4aIM0I/AAAAAAAAAM8/0TgcoJCc7uA/Joaninha%20e%20Formiga_thumb.jpg" width="420" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1473186117603006312-4645745880605023754?l=cristybelvvv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/feeds/4645745880605023754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1473186117603006312&amp;postID=4645745880605023754' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/4645745880605023754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/4645745880605023754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/2007/10/conhea-bem-o-seu-colega.html' title='Conheça Bem o Seu Colega'/><author><name>CristybelVVV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363873204267224965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cTNyYrxTLUo/R_UU8bomuxI/AAAAAAAACIg/QRzBZxraCOo/S220/100_1142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473186117603006312.post-8060528740775170997</id><published>2007-10-13T11:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T13:32:20.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEZ MANDAMENTOS SECULARES</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.google.com/izabelcristina3v/RyOgSQ1fJcI/AAAAAAAAASU/rXV_O6Ih1lk/Jardim%20Florido%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="id" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="320" alt="Jardim Florido" src="http://lh4.google.com/izabelcristina3v/RyOgUQ1fJdI/AAAAAAAAASc/z3zfA_BIo4c/Jardim%20Florido_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg" width="420" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Esta mensagem &amp;#xE9; de Hellen Keller, uma americana que aos 2 anos de idade ficou cega e logo em seguida surda.    &lt;br /&gt;Esse texto que voc&amp;#xEA; vai ler foi escrito por ela j&amp;#xE1; em fase adulta ap&amp;#xF3;s ter trabalhado muitos anos em favor dos deficientes e necessitados, apesar de suas pr&amp;#xF3;prias dificuldades. Que sirva de reflex&amp;#xE3;o para todos n&amp;#xF3;s.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;#xB7; Domine sua fala. Diga sempre menos do que pensa. Cultive uma voz baixa e suave.      &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#xB7; Pense...Antes de fazer uma promessa e depois n&amp;#xE3;o a quebre, n&amp;#xE3;o importa o quanto lhe custe cumpri-la.       &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#xB7; Nunca... Deixe passar uma oportunidade para dizer uma coisa meiga e animadora a uma pessoa ou a respeito dela.       &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#xB7; Tenha interesse nos outros em suas ocupa&amp;#xE7;&amp;#xF5;es, em seu bem estar, seus lares e fam&amp;#xED;lia. Seja sempre alegre com os que riem e lamente com os que choram. Aja de tal maneira que as pessoas com quem se encontrar sintam que voc&amp;#xEA; lhes dispensa aten&amp;#xE7;&amp;#xE3;o e lhes da import&amp;#xE2;ncia.       &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#xB7; Seja alegre. Conserve-se sorrindo. Ria das historias boas e aprenda a cant&amp;#xE1;-las.       &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#xB7; Conserve a mente aberta para todas as quest&amp;#xF5;es de discuss&amp;#xE3;o.       &lt;br /&gt;Investigue, mas n&amp;#xE3;o argumente. &amp;#xC9; pr&amp;#xF3;prio das grandes mentalidades discordar e ainda conservar a amizade do seu oponente.       &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#xB7; Deixe que suas virtudes falem por si mesmas e recuse a falar das faltas e fraquezas dos outros. Condene murm&amp;#xFA;rios. Fa&amp;#xE7;a uma regra de falar s&amp;#xF3; coisas boas dos outros.       &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#xB7; Tenha cuidado com os sentimentos dos outros. Gracejos e criticas n&amp;#xE3;o valem a pena e freq&amp;#xFC;entemente magoam quando menos se espera.       &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#xB7; N&amp;#xE3;o fa&amp;#xE7;a quest&amp;#xE3;o das observa&amp;#xE7;&amp;#xF5;es m&amp;#xE1;s a seu respeito. Viva de modo que ningu&amp;#xE9;m as acredite.       &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#xB7; N&amp;#xE3;o seja excessivamente zeloso dos seus direitos. Trabalhe, tenha paci&amp;#xEA;ncia, conserve-se calmo, esque&amp;#xE7;a-se de si mesmo e receber&amp;#xE1; a recompensa.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot;A passagem do tempo deve ser uma conquista e n&amp;#xE3;o uma perda&amp;quot;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(Hellen Keller)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1473186117603006312-8060528740775170997?l=cristybelvvv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/feeds/8060528740775170997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1473186117603006312&amp;postID=8060528740775170997' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/8060528740775170997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/8060528740775170997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/2007/10/dez-mandamentos-seculares.html' title='DEZ MANDAMENTOS SECULARES'/><author><name>CristybelVVV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363873204267224965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cTNyYrxTLUo/R_UU8bomuxI/AAAAAAAACIg/QRzBZxraCOo/S220/100_1142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473186117603006312.post-5839794742912576416</id><published>2007-10-13T11:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T09:23:33.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nascente de Fé</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;O nascer do rio &amp;#xE9; sempre algo estranho e complexo de se entender e de se perceber:    &lt;br /&gt;A &amp;#xE1;gua come&amp;#xE7;a a brotar num lugar pequeno e long&amp;#xED;nquo e principia a jorrar &amp;#x201C;do nada&amp;quot;.     &lt;br /&gt;Temos, ent&amp;#xE3;o, uma fonte de &amp;#xE1;gua; uma fonte que acima de tudo &amp;#xE9; de muita energia e pureza. Essa &amp;#xE1;gua come&amp;#xE7;a a seguir um caminho e passa por diversos lugares inimagin&amp;#xE1;veis; vai deslizando por entre rochas e pedras, ultrapassando barreiras dif&amp;#xED;ceis e continua correndo.     &lt;br /&gt;Quando menos se espera, l&amp;#xE1; est&amp;#xE1; um belo c&amp;#xF3;rrego, um belo rio, um enorme desaguar. Esse lugar em breve se tornar&amp;#xE1; um grande lago, com uma bela flora em sua margem. Seu curso dar&amp;#xE1; vida a diversas esp&amp;#xE9;cies de peixes que alimentar&amp;#xE3;o homens e animais e saciar&amp;#xE3;o a sede de muitos seres que aproveitar&amp;#xE3;o de sua energia para crescer, procriar, se purificar e tantos outros benef&amp;#xED;cios que conseguirem extrair da pureza da &amp;#xE1;gua que anteriormente brotou .     &lt;br /&gt;A vida de todos &amp;#xE9; como uma nascente: se a ti foi dada a oportunidade de renascer, de reencarnar, ent&amp;#xE3;o usa tua vida para evoluir e crescer, multiplicar-te em benef&amp;#xED;cios a ti e a outros que ir&amp;#xE3;o se apoiar em tua forma&amp;#xE7;&amp;#xE3;o.     &lt;br /&gt;Se souberes fazer de tua vida uma nascente pura de f&amp;#xE9;, um rio de amor para com Jesus, um lago imenso para os que te cercam, conseguir&amp;#xE1;s trazer muitos a tua volta para se beneficiarem de tua energia e de teu saber, mutuamente.     &lt;br /&gt;Ajuda teu pr&amp;#xF3;ximo assim como gostarias que fosses ajudado, caso estivesses necessitado de um apoio ou de uma orienta&amp;#xE7;&amp;#xE3;o.     &lt;br /&gt;O teu crescimento, hoje e sempre, ser&amp;#xE1; determinado pelo teu desejo de mudar e de aprender.     &lt;br /&gt;Aproveita cada momento que te &amp;#xE9; dado para o teu crescimento espiritual e ver&amp;#xE1;s o quanto ser&amp;#xE1; bom para tua jornada.     &lt;br /&gt;F&amp;#xE9;, cren&amp;#xE7;a e amor, paci&amp;#xEA;ncia e sacrif&amp;#xED;cio: tudo isso junto te fortalece para o amanh&amp;#xE3; e muitos ir&amp;#xE3;o se espelhar em ti; segue com teus ideais, hoje e sempre.     &lt;br /&gt;Fica na paz do Cristo. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; (Teobaldo)    &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.google.com/izabelcristina3v/Rx9Vb4aIM2I/AAAAAAAAAMI/JjD_fS4wtMw/Riacho%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="id" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="320" alt="Riacho" src="http://lh5.google.com/izabelcristina3v/RxEJE4aIMFI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ZTWW5RMbMEQ/Riacho_thumb%5B11%5D.jpg" width="420" 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/1473186117603006312-5839794742912576416?l=cristybelvvv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/feeds/5839794742912576416/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1473186117603006312&amp;postID=5839794742912576416' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/5839794742912576416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1473186117603006312/posts/default/5839794742912576416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristybelvvv.blogspot.com/2007/10/nascente-de-f.html' title='Nascente de Fé'/><author><name>CristybelVVV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363873204267224965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cTNyYrxTLUo/R_UU8bomuxI/AAAAAAAACIg/QRzBZxraCOo/S220/100_1142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1473186117603006312.post-1148640728987222725</id><published>2007-09-28T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T15:32:27.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone - Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a6cdbc6849cf7c87" 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;
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e sinta o prazer da vida.
O prazer de estar vivo e poder aprender,
aceitando tanto as coisas boas como as más.
O pensamento que emana de você é
o que faz o seu mundo.
Olhe ao seu redor e procure o lado
positivo das coisas.
Nunca perca a oportunidade de falar
coisas animadoras as pessoas que lhe cercam.
Leve a vida feliz, as pequenas boas ações
é que mostram sua grandeza.
As dificuldades existem como
lições de aprendizagem.
Não espante a felicidade, e contagie outras pessoas.
Porque você merece ser feliz.

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