<?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-2778180755772667150</id><updated>2012-01-31T02:42:55.370-03:00</updated><category term='Herança'/><category term='Desejo'/><category term='Amar'/><category term='Rugas'/><category term='Olhar'/><title type='text'>Welcome Home You</title><subtitle type='html'>A minha casa é a sua casa .</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>247</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-324240205467154184</id><published>2012-01-31T02:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T02:42:55.374-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O presente mais gostoso que uma pessoa pode ganhar!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Tia&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=100002384697443" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100002384697443" style="cursor: pointer; line-height: 14px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Giselle Augusto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;FELIZ ANIVERSÁRIO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: black;"&gt;Arthur Klinnsmann titia te ama demais!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-324240205467154184?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/324240205467154184/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=324240205467154184' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/324240205467154184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/324240205467154184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-presente-mais-gostoso-que-uma-pessoa.html' title='O presente mais gostoso que uma pessoa pode ganhar!!!!'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gwA2FY3f5S0/Tyd-dfmFVfI/AAAAAAAABKI/7cMHPYp10rE/s72-c/421626_359994540679592_100000071477976_1410628_1774373571_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-2570214464978102276</id><published>2012-01-31T01:03:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T01:03:45.895-03:00</updated><title type='text'>2.6   =/</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;i style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Quase tudo é temporal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Temporal porque está sujeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;A um sujeito chamado Tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Que é mais que momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: black;"&gt;Que não se confessa&lt;br /&gt;Pois não sente culpa de nada&lt;br /&gt;Não vê minha pressa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: black;"&gt;Em displicente caminhada&lt;br /&gt;segue a pé passeando&lt;br /&gt;Deve ser por isso que demora&lt;br /&gt;Parece que tá brincando&lt;br /&gt;Pensando que não tem hora&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: black;"&gt;O tempo que vivo aqui&lt;br /&gt;O tempo de agora&lt;br /&gt;O tempo que está por vir&lt;br /&gt;Que venha sem demora&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-5264638196909485645?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5264638196909485645/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=5264638196909485645' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/5264638196909485645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/5264638196909485645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2012/01/sobre-o-tempo-crombie.html' title='Sobre o tempo - Crombie'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bRYd5j0189M/TyZQCT3q8-I/AAAAAAAABJ4/lNS8Cwap8Zs/s72-c/tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-7512132415464908459</id><published>2012-01-20T01:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T01:53:40.988-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Muita gente diz que o tempo é inimigo do amor, que as relações se desgastam com o passar dos meses e anos. Mas, isso não é verdade, pois vêm os dias, as noites, mudam as luas e as estações e eu continuo te amando com a mesma paixão de quando te conheci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Na verdade, sinto como se o tempo reforçasse os nossos sentimentos a cada dia, como se os laços que nos unem estivessem mais es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;treitos e firmes a cada minuto.&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo. Cada vez mais e mais a cada dia, porque sei que juntos somos capazes de vencer todas as barreiras, de vencer as horas com alegria e de voar sobre as asas do tempo, sugando os bons ares da experiência que ele proporciona, e tornando-nos cada vez mais confiantes na eternidade deste sentimento que nos une.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo tendo a certeza de que esse amor é para sempre, ainda sim quero dizer-lhe que valorizo cada minuto que passamos juntos, como só tenho boas recordações de todos os momentos que já desfrutamos ao longo deste nosso feliz relacionamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo muito!!! Parabéns por nossos três anos de namoro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-7512132415464908459?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7512132415464908459/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=7512132415464908459' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/7512132415464908459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/7512132415464908459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2012/01/muita-gente-diz-que-o-tempo-e-inimigo.html' title=''/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U9-dt_g9Gjc/TxjzPgAqwCI/AAAAAAAABJw/C4KS9wRf0v8/s72-c/Relacionamentos-por-Arnaldo-Jabor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-1389033752155523007</id><published>2012-01-20T01:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T01:51:03.397-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Relacionamentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Relacionamentos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Sempre acho que namoro, casamento, romance, tem começo, meio e fim. Como tudo na vida.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Detesto quando escuto aquela conversa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;- Ah, terminei o namoro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;- Nossa, estavam juntos há tanto tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;- Cinco anos.... que pena... acabou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;- é... não deu certo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Claro que deu! Deu certo durante cinco anos, só que acabou. E o bom da vida, é que você pode ter vários amores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Não acredito em pessoas que se complementam. Acredito em pessoas que se somam.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Às vezes você não consegue nem dar cem por cento de você para você mesmo, como cobrar cem por cento do outro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;E não temos essa coisa completa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Às vezes ela é fiel, mas é devagar na cama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Às vezes ele é carinhoso, mas não é fiel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Às vezes ele é atencioso, mas não é trabalhador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Às vezes ela é muito bonita, mas não é sensível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Tudo junto, não vamos encontrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Perceba qual o aspecto mais importante para você e invista nele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Pele é um bicho traiçoeiro. Quando você tem pele com alguém, pode ser o papai com mamãe mais básico que é uma delícia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;E às vezes você tem aquele sexo acrobata, mas que não te impressiona...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Acho que o beijo é importante... e se o beijo bate... se joga... se não bate... mais um Martini, por favor... e vá dar uma volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Se ele ou ela não te quer mais, não force a barra. O outro tem o direito de não te querer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Não brigue, não ligue, não dê pití. Se a pessoa tá com dúvidas, problema dela, cabe a você esperar... ou não.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Existe gente que precisa da ausência para querer a presença.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;O ser humano não é absoluto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Ele titubeia, tem dúvidas e medos, mas se a pessoa REALMENTE gostar, ela volta. Nada de drama.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Que graça tem alguém do seu lado sob pressão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;O legal é alguém que está com você, só por você. E vice-versa. Não fique com alguém por pena. Ou por medo da solidão. Nascemos sós. Morremos sós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Nosso pensamento é nosso, não é compartilhado. E quando você acorda, a primeira impressão é sempre sua, seu olhar, seu pensamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Tem gente que pula de um romance para o outro. Que medo é este de se ver só, na sua própria companhia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Gostar dói. Muitas vezes você vai sentir raiva, ciúmes, ódio, frustração... Faz parte. Você convive com outro ser, um outro mundo, um outro universo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;E nem sempre as coisas são como você gostaria que fosse... A pior coisa é gente que tem medo de se envolver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Se alguém vier com este papo, corra, afinal você não é terapeuta. Se não quer se envolver, namore uma planta. É mais previsível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Na vida e no amor, não temos garantias.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Nem toda pessoa que te convida para sair é para casar. Nem todo beijo é para romancear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;E nem todo sexo bom é para descartar... ou se apaixonar... ou se culpar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Enfim...quem disse que ser adulto é fácil ????&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: black;"&gt;"Deficiente" é aquele que não consegue modificar sua vida, aceitando as imposições de outras pessoas ou da sociedade em que vive.&lt;br /&gt;"Louco" é quem não procura ser feliz com o que possui.&lt;br /&gt;"Cego" é aquele que não vê seu próximo morrer de frio, de fome, de miséria, e só tem olhos para seus míseros problemas e pequenas dores.&lt;br /&gt;"Surdo" é aquele que não tem tempo de ouvir um desabafo de um amigo, ou o apelo de um irmão. Pois está sempre apressado para o trabalho e quer garantir seus tostões no fim do mês.&lt;br /&gt;"Mudo" é aquele que não consegue falar o que sente e se esconde por trás da máscara da hipocrisia.&lt;br /&gt;"Paralítico" é quem não consegue andar na direção daqueles que precisam de sua ajuda.&lt;br /&gt;"Diabético" é quem não consegue ser doce.&lt;br /&gt;"Anão" é quem não sabe deixar o amor crescer. E, finalmente, a pior das deficiências é ser miserável, pois:&lt;br /&gt;"Miseráveis" são todos que não conseguem falar com Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A amizade é um amor que nunca morre”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-2892633586871398532?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2892633586871398532/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=2892633586871398532' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/2892633586871398532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/2892633586871398532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2011/09/deficiencias-mario-quintana.html' title='DEFICIÊNCIAS - Mario Quintana.'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OaoNcAJ-07U/ToVWBu3yG1I/AAAAAAAABF0/xmdHqpWgJTA/s72-c/o-pastor-youcef-nadarkhan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-2142652691000525364</id><published>2011-09-30T02:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T02:37:41.941-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A História do Pato!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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"Os Estados Unidos condenam a pena de morte imposta ao pastor Youssef Nadarkhani. A execução da pena capital constituirá uma nova prova do desprezo das autoridades iranianas pela liberdade de culto", declarou o porta-voz da Casa Branca, Jay Carney, em um comunicado.&lt;/div&gt;
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"O pastor Nadarkhani não fez nada além de manter sua fé devota, que é um direito universal de todas as pessoas".&lt;/div&gt;
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"A tentativa das autoridades iranianas de forçá-lo a renunciar a sua fé viola os valores religiosos que elas alegam defender, atravessa todos os limites da decência e viola as próprias obrigações internacionais do Irã".&lt;/div&gt;
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"Nós convocamos as autoridades iranianas a libertar o pastor Nadarkhani e a demonstrar compromisso com os Direitos Humanos básicos e universais, incluindo a liberdade de religião".&lt;/div&gt;
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Nadarkhani, de cerca de 30 anos, tornou-se pastor de uma pequena comunidade evangélica chamada de Igreja do Irã após se converter do Islã aos 19 anos.&lt;/div&gt;
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Autoridades iranianas o prenderam por apostasia em 2009 e o condenaram à morte sob a lei islâmica da Sharia.&lt;/div&gt;
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O pastor foi poupado por um recurso da Suprema Corte em julho, afirmou seu advogado à AFP, mas foi condenado à morte novamente depois que o caso foi reexaminado em um tribunal de sua cidade natal, Gilan, de acordo com meios de comunicação locais.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;O pastor Yousef enfrentou&amp;nbsp; duas “audiências’ nos dias 27 e 28 de setembro onde o mesmo teria a oportunidade de negar a sua fé cristã e declarar retorno ao Islã. Fontes informam que o pastor se negou a fazer isto e reafirmou a sua confissão cristã.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Diversos blogs cristãos estão se unindo na tentativa de chamar a atenção das autoridades mundiais através do twitter usando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há também a tentativa de sensibilizar embaixadores e autoridades iranianas no estrangeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A ação está a cargo de alguns grupos cristãos e todos podem colaborar usando a ferramenta de mobilização e-activist:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Use o link:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://e-activist.com/ea-action/action?ea.client.id=88&amp;amp;ea.campaign.id=12209" style="color: #003366; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;http://e-activist.com/ea-action/action?ea.client.id=88&amp;amp;ea.campaign.id=12209&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Preencha o formulário (está em inglês, mas é fácil).&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Na caixa ADD YOUR MESSAGE HERE, copie e cole o email abaixo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;
Your Excellency, the Ambassador of Iran&lt;/div&gt;
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Dear Sir,&lt;/div&gt;
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Along with many other people around the world, I have been following with great concern the case of Pastor Yousef Nadarkhani, who is being tried by a court in Rasht due to his religious beliefs.&lt;/div&gt;
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I am writing to express my concern and hope that the court will drop all charges against Pastor Yousef, in accordance with international law and especially Iranian law and constitution, which clearly allows freedom for Christians to maintain their religious beliefs and practices.&lt;/div&gt;
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I am also requesting Your Excellency to pass on my appeal and that of many others to the Iranian government, as a matter of great urgency in this case, so that an innocent person may not be condemned and the constitution of Iran may not be violated.&lt;/div&gt;
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I am very grateful for your attention to this request.&lt;/div&gt;
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Respectfully and sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;
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ASSINE&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;4) Envie seu email ( send YOUR email)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com informações da AFP,&amp;nbsp; Portas Abertas, GLOBO e Gospel Prime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leia Mais em:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.genizahvirtual.com/2011/09/mobilizacao-e-oracao-yousefnadarkhani.html#ixzz1ZPUu3QFf" style="color: #003399; text-decoration: none;"&gt;http://www.genizahvirtual.com/2011/09/mobilizacao-e-oracao-yousefnadarkhani.html#ixzz1ZPUu3QFf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under Creative Commons License:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0" style="color: #003399; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Attribution Non-Commercial Share Alike&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-2390196223182114741?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2390196223182114741/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=2390196223182114741' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/2390196223182114741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/2390196223182114741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2011/09/mobilizacao-e-oracao-yousefnadarkhani.html' title='Mobilização e oração #YousefNadarkhani'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nXGjvxPi6I/ToVQnRTcvSI/AAAAAAAABFU/o4kvWyuR8m4/s72-c/o-pastor-youcef-nadarkhan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-598959171773662493</id><published>2011-08-04T15:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T15:17:57.964-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Calce os seus próprios sapatos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wz2_BZ1Qg40/TjriSrrvusI/AAAAAAAABEg/7JfpO9Pr47I/s1600/93713968.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wz2_BZ1Qg40/TjriSrrvusI/AAAAAAAABEg/7JfpO9Pr47I/s320/93713968.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Texto bíblico: 1 Samuel 17.31 a 40&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Minha filha comprou um sapato, um lindo scarpin. Preto de salto fino.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela caminha com tanta leveza, com tanta classe sobre aqueles saltos, que fico admirada. Tenho que admitir; ela anda com mais destreza que eu.&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;Mas sou mulher e cismei em colocar aquelas preciosidades nos pés e tentei andar. Que desastre. Nossos pés têm meio número de diferença e os meus são mais finos que os dela. Enfim, não couberam. Senti-me em uma prisão medieval, castigada pelos pés. Tirei aqueles lindos torturadores, libertei-me. Aqueles sapatos são lindos, mas não são para mim.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saul tentou vestir Davi com sua armadura para que ele lutasse contra Golias. Colocou um capacete de bronze, uma couraça e uma espada. Davi até que tentou, mas também não conseguiu sequer andar, largou tudo e fez o que sabia fazer, foi para o rio tirar pedras. Apanhou cinco. Usou apenas uma para fazer cair aquele gigante. A dependência e o direcionamento de Deus eram a sua armadura e ele venceu!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quantas vezes calçamos os sapatos de outras pessoas? Quantas vezes nos deixamos vestir pelas imposições do ativismo? Vestimos tantas armaduras que não foram feitas para nós. Queremos fazer tudo e ser muito bons em tudo, queremos provar para os homens que somos necessários. O Senhor nos fala de cinco ministérios, e também nos fala que o Espírito Santo concedeu a cada um, o que é melhor para cada um, dentro do corpo. A obra é toda Dele, por Ele e para Ele. Somos apenas testemunhas do que Ele fez. Então, para que tanta competição?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tirei aqueles lindos sapatos dos meus pés. Calcei os meus. Resolvi viver o que Deus escolheu para mim e deixar que minha filha viva o que é para ela. Calcei meus próprios sapatos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Liberdade, agilidade enfim, felicidade.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seus sapatos estão confortáveis?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 17px;"&gt;1 Corintios 12.11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 17px;"&gt;:: Por Nilma Gracia Araujo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;Aluna do Seminário Teológico Carisma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Deus realizou um grande sonho na minha vida, e sou muito grata a Ele por isso.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Deus muito obrigada pela tua fidelidade imerecida. Por realizar sonhos adormecidos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Gostaria de agradecer também a pessoas que foram fundamentais para que isso acontecesse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Meu namorado lindo, Henrique Soares que me incentivou a voltar a trabalhar naquilo que eu amo e foi a alavanca que me impulsionou a realizar minhas aulas, meu grupo, que vestiu a camisa disso, que teve paciência de esperar quando eu estava ausente ensaiando, que me ajudou fazendo entregas, dando palpites, que ficou triste por não conseguir comprar um enfeite de cabelo, enfim, que foi meu companheiro mesmo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Minha família que sempre me apoiou nas minhas loucuras.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Minha mãe que me esperava até tarde no portão, que arrumava o quintal pra eu ensaiar, minha irmã que desenhou tantas e tantas roupas pra mim e fazia pesquisas de tecido e comprava meus materiais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Minhas alunas que aguentaram meus estresses, meus gritos, os árduos ensaios. Vocês são as show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;As mães que se dispuseram e também se entregaram, se doaram nessa causa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A minha costureira linda, Beth que sempre me antende em tempo recorde e me surpreende com suas criações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A minha amiga Andréia FERREIRA que sempre que preciso me cede sua casa, compra minha briga, faz penteado, mata nossa fome e ora por nós.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A minha amiga Rose que sempre orou por mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Meu coração é só gratidão. Obrigada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-6110611887894528464?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6110611887894528464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=6110611887894528464' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/6110611887894528464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/6110611887894528464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2011/05/cia-de-danca-giselle-augusto-um-sonho.html' title='Cia. de Dança Giselle Augusto - Um sonho que Deus realizou'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-5237971698722796264</id><published>2011-05-18T11:31:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T11:32:51.812-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mostra de Dança Gospel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dia: 22/05/2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Horário: 15:00h&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Local: Teatro Beberibe (Centro de Convenções)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ingressos: R$ 10,00&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não perca!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A tradutora Andrea Matsubara, que mora no Japão, chora ao falar sobre os 
momentos que tem passado após o terremoto / Foto: Reprodução&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nesta terça-feira, a brasileira Andrea Matsubara, que é casada com um japonês 
e mora há nove anos no país devastado pelo terremoto e pela tsunami na última 
sexta-feira, emocionou os ouvintes da Rádio Globo durante a entrevista concedida 
ao comunicador Tino Júnior, no programa Vale-Tudo. Em depoimento dramático, ela, 
que mora em Sendai, uma das áreas mais afetadas, contou que não há água e gás em 
sua casa e que já há falta de alimentos e dificuldade para comprá-los. Ela 
disse, ainda, que o cônsul do Brasil foi até a cidade, distribuiu atum enlatado 
e água, e disse para ela que ia embora porque estava com medo dos efeitos da 
radiação. No fim da entrevista, chorando, ela pediu ajuda à presidente do 
Brasil, Dilma Rousseff, para tirar os brasileiros do Japão.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ouça &lt;a href="http://radioglobo.globoradio.globo.com/vale-tudo-na-globo/2011/03/15/TINO-JUNIOR-ENTREVISTA-BRASILEIRA-NO-JAPAO.htm"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; entrevista.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fonte: Extra/ Globo.com&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;VAMOS ORAR PELO POVO JAPONÊS, E POR TODOS QUE NAQUELE PAÍS SE ENCONTRAM.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Eu sempre fui de brincar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;De sorrir, de cantar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;De viver à vontade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Luz, carnavais, foliões,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Quanta felicidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;E na brincadeira de viver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Brinquei demais e quis morrer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Risos passageiros, falsas alegrias!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Lágrimas angústias, tristes fantasias!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Dia menos dia descobri que resta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Cinza em plena quarta-feira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Pra comemorar!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mas houve alguém que chegou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Quando a festa acabou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Quando já era tarde!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Trouxe a alegria melhor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Um sorriso maior,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Plena felicidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Hoje eu sei de fato o que é cantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;E brincar e sorrir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tudo é mais bonito e nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;mais seduz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Do que ter na vida alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;como Jesus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Traz a esperança, alma de criança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Vida eterna e confiança em seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;imenso amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;(Composição: João Alexandre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para estar junto não é preciso estar perto, e sim do lado de dentro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Leonardo da Vinci)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-99896269855726021?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/99896269855726021/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=99896269855726021' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/99896269855726021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/99896269855726021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2010/12/saudades.html' title='Saudades...'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/TRDq9RA6UvI/AAAAAAAAA_0/YA5Bsyck6uI/s72-c/OgAAACwCKW9St3Uaf7_ebnkbPMuUyq8TUWiY5agPPjDdpzHwhnj4Wdv2AlOaOWeNavqhN-Osd5Q97aNgxD686g5N7poAm1T1UM1xo9CG9YKVRioHDHV4P-MJ-O3p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-7431799193663655532</id><published>2010-12-20T16:30:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T16:33:38.779-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Balé</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/TQ-uzfI12BI/AAAAAAAAA_w/Z1P3hcBXFD0/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/TQ-uzfI12BI/AAAAAAAAA_w/Z1P3hcBXFD0/s400/untitled.bmp" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Composição: Sandra Peres / Zé Tatit - Palavra Cantada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pisar no chão com a ponta do pé&lt;br /&gt;Tocar o céu com a palma da mão&lt;br /&gt;Manter ereta a postura&lt;br /&gt;Amolecer a cintura&lt;br /&gt;Balé precisa de dedicação&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O bê-a-bá é pas de bourrée&lt;br /&gt;Depois vem o pas de deux, dois plier&lt;br /&gt;Nasci pra ser bailarina&lt;br /&gt;É só por a sapatilha&lt;br /&gt;Já sinto bater o meu coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Papai um dia me deu um conselho&lt;br /&gt;Treinar sozinha na frente do espelho&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes sonho que estou dando um salto&lt;br /&gt;E caio bem no meio de um palco&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tocar o céu com a ponta do pé&lt;br /&gt;Pisar no chão com a palma da mão&lt;br /&gt;Com longos alongamentos&lt;br /&gt;O corpo é um instrumento&lt;br /&gt;Balé precisa de dedicação&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-7431799193663655532?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7431799193663655532/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=7431799193663655532' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/7431799193663655532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/7431799193663655532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2010/12/bale-composicao-sandra-peres-ze-tatit.html' title='Balé'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/TQ-uzfI12BI/AAAAAAAAA_w/Z1P3hcBXFD0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-2253464124552620269</id><published>2010-12-13T09:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T09:22:43.330-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Escutatória</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;por Rubem Alves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sempre vejo anunciados cursos de oratória. Nunca vi anunciado curso de escutatória. Todo mundo quer aprender a falar. Ninguém quer aprender a ouvir. Pensei em oferecer um curso de escutatória. Mas acho que ninguém vai se matricular.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escutar é complicado e sutil. Diz Alberto Caeiro que "não é bastante não ser cego para ver as árvores e as flores. É preciso também não ter filosofia nenhuma". Filosofia é um monte de idéias, dentro da cabeça, sobre como são as coisas. Para se ver, é preciso que a cabeça esteja vazia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parafraseio o Alberto Caeiro: "Não é bastante ter ouvidos para ouvir o que é dito; é preciso também que haja silêncio dentro da alma". Daí a dificuldade: a gente não agüenta ouvir o que o outro diz sem logo dar um palpite melhor, sem misturar o que ele diz com aquilo que a gente tem a dizer. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como se aquilo que ele diz não fosse digno de descansada consideração e precisasse ser complementado por aquilo que a gente tem a dizer, que é muito melhor. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nossa incapacidade de ouvir é a manifestação mais constante e sutil de nossa arrogância e vaidade: no fundo, somos os mais bonitos... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho um velho amigo, Jovelino, que se mudou para os Estados Unidos estimulado pela revolução de 64. Contou-me de sua experiência com os índios. Reunidos os participantes, ninguém fala. Há um longo, longo silêncio. (Os pianistas, antes de iniciar o concerto, diante do piano, ficam assentados em silêncio, [...]. Abrindo vazios de silêncio. Expulsando todas as idéias estranhas.). Todos em silêncio, à espera do pensamento essencial. Aí, de repente, alguém fala. Curto. Todos ouvem. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Terminada a fala, novo silêncio. Falar logo em seguida seria um grande desrespeito, pois o outro falou os seus pensamentos, pensamentos que ele julgava essenciais. São-me estranhos. É preciso tempo para entender o que o outro falou. Se eu falar logo a seguir, são duas as possibilidades. Primeira: "Fiquei em silêncio só por delicadeza. Na verdade, não ouvi o que você falou. Enquanto você falava, eu pensava nas coisas que iria falar quando você terminasse sua (tola) fala. Falo como se você não tivesse falado". Segunda: "Ouvi o que você falou. Mas isso que você falou como novidade eu já pensei há muito tempo. É coisa velha para mim. Tanto que nem preciso pensar sobre o que você falou". Em ambos os casos, estou chamando o outro de tolo. O que é pior que uma bofetada. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O longo silêncio quer dizer: "Estou ponderando cuidadosamente tudo aquilo que você falou". E assim vai a reunião. Não basta o silêncio de fora. É preciso silêncio dentro. Ausência de pensamentos. E aí, quando se faz o silêncio dentro, a gente começa a ouvir coisas que não ouvia. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu comecei a ouvir. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fernando Pessoa conhecia a experiência, e se referia a algo que se ouve nos interstícios das palavras, no lugar onde não há palavras. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A música acontece no silêncio. A alma é uma catedral submersa. No fundo do mar - quem faz mergulho sabe - a boca fica fechada. Somos todos olhos e ouvidos. Aí, livres dos ruídos do falatório e dos saberes da filosofia, ouvimos a melodia que não havia e que de tão linda nos faz chorar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daí a importância de saber ouvir os outros: a beleza mora lá também.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-2253464124552620269?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2253464124552620269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=2253464124552620269' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/2253464124552620269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/2253464124552620269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2010/12/escutatoria.html' title='Escutatória'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/TQYQCrljDlI/AAAAAAAAA_s/sTlMj6781do/s72-c/silencio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-234270738420958304</id><published>2010-12-13T08:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T08:28:02.212-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuidado!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/TQYDKmNuOZI/AAAAAAAAA_o/-4KD6xLB5G4/s1600/palavras.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/TQYDKmNuOZI/AAAAAAAAA_o/-4KD6xLB5G4/s320/palavras.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuidado com as palavras: elas se transformam em ação.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-234270738420958304?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/234270738420958304/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=234270738420958304' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/234270738420958304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/234270738420958304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2010/12/cuidado.html' title='Cuidado!!!'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/TQYDKmNuOZI/AAAAAAAAA_o/-4KD6xLB5G4/s72-c/palavras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-3987942803528453398</id><published>2010-12-09T13:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T13:17:08.138-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/TQEA9BpxFLI/AAAAAAAAA_g/FQohdKCB8Ss/s1600/Tristeza+despetalando+ao+vento.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/TQEA9BpxFLI/AAAAAAAAA_g/FQohdKCB8Ss/s1600/Tristeza+despetalando+ao+vento.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-3987942803528453398?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3987942803528453398/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=3987942803528453398' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/3987942803528453398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/3987942803528453398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/TQEA9BpxFLI/AAAAAAAAA_g/FQohdKCB8Ss/s72-c/Tristeza+despetalando+ao+vento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-6655930690273582418</id><published>2010-12-09T13:11:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T13:19:12.937-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/TQEBfLeZBRI/AAAAAAAAA_k/xIlvZls_-O8/s1600/jesus_cristo.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/TQEBfLeZBRI/AAAAAAAAA_k/xIlvZls_-O8/s320/jesus_cristo.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para onde mais irei eu, se só tu tens as palavras de vida eterna?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-6655930690273582418?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6655930690273582418/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=6655930690273582418' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/6655930690273582418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/6655930690273582418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2010/12/jesus.html' title='Jesus...'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/TQEBfLeZBRI/AAAAAAAAA_k/xIlvZls_-O8/s72-c/jesus_cristo.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-1088466418634410833</id><published>2010-11-28T23:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T23:09:31.849-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/TPMLUNFDEKI/AAAAAAAAA_M/Yf49C8TrYK4/s1600/alma-morrendo-62c44.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/TPMLUNFDEKI/AAAAAAAAA_M/Yf49C8TrYK4/s400/alma-morrendo-62c44.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-1088466418634410833?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1088466418634410833/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=1088466418634410833' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/1088466418634410833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/1088466418634410833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/TPMLUNFDEKI/AAAAAAAAA_M/Yf49C8TrYK4/s72-c/alma-morrendo-62c44.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-4345884525306809553</id><published>2010-11-26T09:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T09:11:17.092-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/TO-jBLReEXI/AAAAAAAAA_I/0PtQK78nHMk/s1600/hh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="204" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/TO-jBLReEXI/AAAAAAAAA_I/0PtQK78nHMk/s320/hh.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O mal que me fazem não me faz mal. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O mal que me faz mal é o mal que eu faço porque me torna mal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Divaldo Franco)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-4345884525306809553?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4345884525306809553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=4345884525306809553' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/4345884525306809553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/4345884525306809553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2010/11/mal.html' title='Mal'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/TO-jBLReEXI/AAAAAAAAA_I/0PtQK78nHMk/s72-c/hh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-5048940881688753310</id><published>2010-10-28T00:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T00:28:13.817-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Rosane Fortes)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-5048940881688753310?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5048940881688753310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=5048940881688753310' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/5048940881688753310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/5048940881688753310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2010/10/amargura-e-o-no-que-sinto-na-garganta-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/TMjsjOfuCDI/AAAAAAAAA9E/vACJkQhgIco/s72-c/Tristeza+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-758009652536193756</id><published>2010-09-27T12:50:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T12:51:34.427-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guia turístico encontra amigos ao desembarcar em&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;São Paulo (Foto: JB Neto/Agência Estado)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Tive medo de ser torturado', diz brasileiro detido no Cairo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Guia turístico comia uma vez por dia.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Material religioso que brasileiro portava estava em árabe. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Do G1, em São Paulo&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ao desembarcar no Aeroporto Internacional de Guarulhos, em Cumbica, na região metropolitana de São Paulo, na madrugada desta sexta-feira (27), o guia turístico brasileiro detido no Cairo, capital do Egito, disse que teve medo de ser torturado. Ele foi deportado para o Brasil na quinta-feira (26). Dagnaldo Pinheiro Gomes foi detido depois de ser acusado de promover atividades religiosas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tive medo de sair dali e ir para um lugar de tortura. Estava com prisioneiros que já tinham sido torturados. Eles sempre falavam: você pode ser torturado se a sua embaixada não lhe encontrar rápido", afirmou Dagnaldo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele disse que comia uma vez por dia, mas negou ter sido vítima de maus tratos. "Tinha direito a um pouco de comida uma vez por dia. Às vezes pedia água e eles não me davam, mas isso eu até entendo porque esse é o mês de jejum deles", declarou referindo-se ao Ramadã.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dagnaldo afirmou ainda que o material religioso que foi encontrado no seu carro estava em árabe. Porém, ele negou que fazia promoção de sua religião, o que é proibido no Egito. "No meu carro tinha um material cristão. Essa foi a acusação [para me prender]. É um material que qualquer cristão pode ter", disse o guia, que morou por mais de sete anos no país. Ele foi informado por autoridades locais de que ele não pode voltar ao Egito.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na terça-feira (24), o Itamaraty informou que o brasileiro havia sido detido com outras duas brasileiras, que já foram liberadas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A namorada de Dagnaldo, que vive no Maranhão, disse ao Jornal Hoje que ele ia visitar as pirâmides e foi detido por policiais que encontraram as bíblias e folhetos evangélicos no carro em que ele viajava. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fonte:http://g1.globo.com/mundo/noticia/2010/08/tive-medo-de-ser-torturado-diz-brasileiro-detido-no-cairo.html&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-2294737937540758733?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2294737937540758733/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=2294737937540758733' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/2294737937540758733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/2294737937540758733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2010/08/guia-detido-no-egito-volta-sp-temi.html' title='Guia detido no Egito volta a SP: &apos;Temi tortura&apos;'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/THfiW0WW7OI/AAAAAAAAA8c/nFERJuooG0Q/s72-c/guia-egito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-5281541682964005435</id><published>2010-08-24T15:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T15:25:45.858-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PARA ORAR!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guia turístico brasileiro é detido no Egito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele é acusado de promover atividades religiosas, o que é proibido no país.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Policiais encontraram bíblias e folhetos evangélicos no carro do brasileiro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do G1, em São Paulo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um guia turístico brasileiro está detido no Cairo, capital do Egito, sob a acusação de promover atividades religiosas, o que é proibido pelas leis locais.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Segundo a assessoria de imprensa do Ministério das Relações Exteriores, o homem, que vive no Egito, foi detido com outras duas brasileiras, que já foram liberadas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A namorada do brasileiro, que vive no Maranhão, disse ao Jornal Hoje (veja reportagem no vídeo ao lado) que ele ia visitar as pirâmides e foi detido por policiais que encontraram as bíblias e folhetos evangélicos no carro em que ele viajava.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De acordo com o Itamaraty, a embaixada do Brasil no Egito está tomando providências para que o brasileiro seja liberado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://g1.globo.com/mundo/noticia/2010/08/guia-turistico-brasileiro-e-detido-no-egito.html"&gt;http://g1.globo.com/mundo/noticia/2010/08/guia-turistico-brasileiro-e-detido-no-egito.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ainda existem aqueles que não tem medo de cumprir o "IDE" e se arriscam por amor do evangelho, por amor ao Senhor. Glória a Deus por isso.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Oremos pra que este servo seja liberto e que nenhum mal aconteça a ele.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-5281541682964005435?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5281541682964005435/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=5281541682964005435' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/5281541682964005435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/5281541682964005435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2010/08/para-orar.html' title='PARA ORAR!!!'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-148222210757812526</id><published>2010-08-16T10:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T10:24:54.424-03:00</updated><title type='text'>É HOJE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cia. Átrios das Artes Apresentam: " ELAS CANTAM NO ÁTRIO"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Espetáculo de Música, Teatro e Dança.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Data: 16/ 08/ 2010&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hora: 19:00h&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ingressos Antecipados : R$ 10,00&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Local: Teatro Barreto Jrº - Pina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NÃO PERCAM!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olá amados, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me foi encaminhado este pronunciamento e achei interessante lhe repassar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Creio ser importante a leitura do mesmo, porque às vésperas das eleições, quanto mais esclarecimento tivermos, com maior facilidade poderemos nos posicionar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O mesmo foi feito pela Pra. Valnice Milhomens, portanto, digno de dispensar 5 minutos em sua leitura. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abraços e que venha o Reino de Deus! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amado(a) companheiro(a) no projeto de redenção nacional, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Graça e paz lhe sejam multiplicadas! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Venho à sua presença hoje, rogando sua permissão para compartilhar algo que considero de extrema importância dentro do projeto de redenção de nossa Pátria, que estou certa ser seu sonho e nosso. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todos nós, ministros do Evangelho de Jesus Cristo, certamente temos gemido e clamado pela redenção da nossa nação. Sonhamos com um Brasil verdadeiramente cristão. Trabalhamos para ver os valores do Reino de Deus vividos em todos os segmentos da sociedade. Choramos por leis que se criam e políticas de governo que ferem nossos princípios. Cremos ser possível ver uma nação transformada em nossa geração. Para tanto precisamos estar unidos na oração e no trabalho. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Certamente uma das áreas que precisa ser profundamente afetada, é a política. Nunca teremos leis justas com legisladores injustos. A história mostra que há um desencadear da manifestação de Deus na nação, transformando-a, quando seus dirigentes máximos são aliançados com Ele e dele dependem para governar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nunca em nossa história precisamos tanto estar unidos diante de Deus, em oração, com um só espírito a favor das próximas eleições. Muitas causas em relação aos valores do Cristianismo, ganhas no Parlamento, por instrumentalidade dos nossos devotados parlamentares cristãos, são hoje ameaçadas pelo decreto do Plano Nacional de Direitos Humanos (PNDH3). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma verdadeira tentativa de impor a filosofia do desconstrutivismo. Desde o Planalto ao parlamento estadual temos uma oportunidade de ver Deus agir nas eleições de outubro. 2 Crônicas 7:14 sempre nos lembrará que é nossa a responsabilidade de levar a nação nos ombros do arrependimento e da oração para que as mudanças ocorram. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como é sabido, a Senadora Marina Silva é oficialmente pré candidata à Presidência da República. A partir do dia 10 de junho, será candidata. Trata-se de uma filha de Deus cujo caráter irrepreensível é um testemunho vivo do seu novo nascimento e consagração. Sua vida de oração é um exemplo a ser seguido. Sua dependência de Deus e determinação de buscar a vontade do Pai é uma constante em todas as suas decisões. Sua vida de mulher pública é sem mancha. A prática dos valores cristãos e as marcas do caráter de Cristo em seu caráter são evidenciados em tudo quanto diz e faz. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sua competência política e administrativa, incontestável. Seu prestígio nacional e internacional manifesta o reconhecimento do seu valor moral, ético e político. Sabendo que “o temor de Yahweh é o princípio da sabedoria,” e que “bem-aventurada é a nação cujo Deus é Yahweh,” sonhar com alguém com esse perfil na Presidência da República, nunca esteve tão próximo da real possibilidade. É por atestar essas marcas na pessoa de nossa irmã Marina, crendo que Deus poderá usá-la no projeto redentivo da nação, e convicta de que chegou a hora de aliar a intercessão ao trabalho, que me disponho a fazer tudo que me for possível para testemunhar a seu favor, recomendando-a como a melhor escolha do momento na corrida ao Planalto. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grande parte do mundo evangélico não conhece a Senadora. Outra não sabe que ela é crente, pois sempre manteve uma postura ética e discreta em relação à fé, embora não perca oportunidade de testemunhar de Cristo.Desde dezembro de 2002 tenho tido a oportunidade de orar com nossa irmã. Na maioria das vezes pelo telefone, a seu pedido. Venho, portanto, acompanhando o seu testemunho por todo este tempo. Hoje, diante do chamado a ela confiado, prontifiquei-me a ser sua intercessora pessoal e dispor-me a servir em tudo quanto está a meu alcance para que o ideal de alguém cheio do Espírito Santo à frente da Pátria não seja um mero sonho, mas uma feliz realidade. Hoje integro a Comissão Evangélica pró Marina e tenho a responsabilidade de mobilizar intercessores e tornar este projeto conhecido na maior esfera possível do nosso segmento. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Permita-me, pois, amado(a) companheiro(a) nas lides do Reino, pedir-lhe algumas coisas, como uma simples serva a serviço desta causa: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Sua presença no encontro promovido pelo FENASP com nossa irmã Marina, conforme convite anexo. Caso não possa estar presente, nem enviar representante, que esteja conosco em oração. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Que mobilize seu povo para orar intensamente por Marina Silva. Gostaria que, se possível, nos enviasse e-mails de intercessores que desejam abraçar esse ministério de intercessão. Ela carece de grande cobertura de oração. Veja que força organizada se opõe a ela: “Gays lançam ofensiva contra Marina Silva e tentam politizar Parada Gay em ano eleitoral.”…”A pré-candidata do PV à Presidência da República, Marina Silva, ganhou a antipatia de entidades que representam a comunidade LGBT” … “Infelizmente ela não merece o voto de nem uma pessoa, familiar ou amigo LGBT”. Com ela ocorre o que aconteceu com Daniel: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Nisso os presidentes e os sátrapas procuravam achar ocasião contra Daniel a respeito do reino, mas não podiam achar ocasião ou falta alguma; porque ele era fiel, e não se achava nele nenhum erro nem falta. Pelo que estes homens disseram: Nunca acharemos ocasião alguma contra este Daniel, a menos que a procuremos no que diz respeito a lei do seu Deus” (Dn 6:5,6). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Que esse convite fosse repassado para os pastores do seu conhecimento. Se possível, envie-nos e-mails de pastores para contatos futuros. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Caso tenha uma mala direta de lideranças evangélicas, não ousaria pedir-lha, mas perguntaria sobre a possibilidade de envio à sua mala direta de informes desse projeto. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rogo ao Pai que a plenitude das bênçãos garantidas por Cristo Jesus sejam plenas em sua vida e ministério. Que tudo quanto lhe diz respeito conheça a cada instante o toque da graça Divina. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No amor do Messias, a serviço do Reino, por uma nação redimida, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Valnice Milhomens &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-6100955799521547799?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6100955799521547799/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=6100955799521547799' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/6100955799521547799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/6100955799521547799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2010/08/juntos-pelo-reino.html' title='Juntos pelo Reino'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/TGBVYXUs8CI/AAAAAAAAA8E/eU0mi84DWqc/s72-c/RESULT~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-2580840873231328329</id><published>2010-08-03T17:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T17:16:43.597-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ato de Coragem - Brasileira Fala de Jesus e Ladrão Desiste de Roubo nos EUA</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Ele não era má pessoa', diz brasileira que evitou roubo falando de Jesus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nayara Gonçalves, de 20 anos, nunca tinha sido assaltada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela diz que ficou chateada ao saber que assaltante foi pego em outro roubo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Giovana Sanchez &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do G1, em São Paulo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/TFh2ykkHHCI/AAAAAAAAA70/-Vmd93CcGIc/s1600/Atrios.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/TFh2ykkHHCI/AAAAAAAAA70/-Vmd93CcGIc/s320/Atrios.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nayara Gonçalves, em foto de arquivo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apenas quatro minutos depois de abrir a loja de celulares em que trabalha em Pompano Beach, na sexta-feira retrasada (23), a mineira Nayara Gonçaves viu um homem entrar todo vestido de preto. Ela percebeu que havia algo estranho, mas não conseguiu fechar a porta a tempo. Ele se aproximou do balcão, perguntou preços de aparelhos e logo mostrou uma arma, anunciando um assalto. Ao invés de entregar de cara tudo o que tinha no caixa, Nayara decidiu conversar com o homem, e acabou convencendo ele a desistir do roubo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Percebi que ele não era má pessoa. [...] Ele disse que odiava ter que fazer aquilo, mas que precisava de todo o dinheiro que tinha no caixa. Eu disse: 'antes de fazer qualquer coisa eu quero te falar um pouco de Jesus'. Comecei a dizer que era evangélica e que esse não era o caminho certo. Ele ouviu, não apontou mais a arma pra mim e falou que precisava de US$ 300 para não ser despejado do apartamento em que morava", disse a brasileira de 20 anos em entrevista ao G1, por telefone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O assaltante, depois identificado como Israel Camacho, de 37 anos, disse que Nayara estava certa e que não queria machucá-la. Ela ofereceu ajuda para ele arrumar um emprego, e ele disse que já tinha um trabalho, mas precisava do dinheiro imediatamente. "Jesus pode mudar a sua vida", ela disse. Já a caminho da porta, o assaltante olhou para a brasileira e mostrou a arma falando: "quer saber de uma coisa? Isso nem é de verdade, é uma arma de brinquedo."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cena gravada pelas cãmeras de segurança da loja&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nayara nunca foi assaltada antes. Nascida em Mantena (MG), ela mora com a família nos EUA há cinco anos e é gerente da loja. "Fiquei muito nervosa, porque não sabia qual seria a reação dele. Meu chefe quando viu as imagens das câmeras de segurança disse que eu era louca, que devia ter entregado o dinheiro. A policial da delegacia me falou que nunca tinha visto algo assim."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A fala da brasileira pode ter poupado um assalto à loja em que trabalha, mas não impediu que o assaltante voltasse a roubar. Camacho foi preso no mesmo dia, após invadir uma loja de sapatos poucas horas depois da tentativa frustrada de levar dinheiro do estabelecimento onde Nayara trabalha. "Fiquei muito chateada quando soube. Achei que ele realmente tinha se arrependido, que eu tinha plantado uma semente em seu coração. Mas acho que agora ele vai repensar e ainda pode fazer um compromisso com Deus."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corpo de Cristo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mãos do Redentor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corpo de Cristo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde estão, as marcas dos cravos?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde estão, os pés que pisaram esse chão?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixando a glória&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olhos de perdão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde estão, os braços estendidos?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde estão, os corações movidos por compaixão?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assim como Ele foi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu quero ver a tua fé em obras&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me mostre, por favor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde estão os frutos e eu os comerei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero ver o teu amor tão cantado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teu discurso encantador sendo encarnado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cristo em vós&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Música: Ana Paula Valadão Bessa (Diante do Trono)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagem: willanajmm.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Há pensamentos que são orações. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Há momentos nos quais, seja qual for a posição do corpo, a alma está de joelhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Victor Hugo&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Imagem: http://www.gettyimages.com.br/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-2242080731812770943?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2242080731812770943/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=2242080731812770943' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/2242080731812770943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/2242080731812770943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2010/07/ha-pensamentos-que-sao-oracoes.html' title=''/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/TE8aoLw3BoI/AAAAAAAAA7c/KtPHYnGZXKY/s72-c/866390-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-7368945499771006962</id><published>2010-07-22T13:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T13:41:35.524-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ficai e Discutí ou Ide e Pregai!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“Rogo-vos, irmãos, pelo nome de nosso senhor Jesus Cristo, que faleis todos a mesma coisa e que não haja entre vós divisões; antes, sejais inteiramente unidos, na mesma disposição mental e no mesmo parecer. Pois a vosso respeito, meus irmãos, fui informado, pelos da casa de Cloe, de que há contendas entre vós.” (1 Coríntios 1:10 11).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Era uma vez três grupos,o grupo dos importantes e o grupo dos urgentes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;O grupo dos importantes viviam na teoria. Como na prática não faziam nada, sobrava muito tempo para observar e apontar erros que crescia a cada dia no grupo dos urgentes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E assim fizeram vários líderes que se aprimoravam cada vez mais nessa arte. Eram homens de oração, normalmente oravam deitados na rede porque criam que o Espírito Santo não capacitava o homem e sim, fazia tudo sozinho ao tocar do sino, e assim adoravam a Deus e se sentiam muito abençoados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;O grupo dos urgentes não tinha muito tempo para oração, na verdade não tinha muito tempo para Deus porque estavam atarefados demais com as coisas de Deus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Eram homens de obras, muitos eram tão valentes que “lavavam, passavam e cozinhavam” na obra de Deus e viviam atacando o grupo dos importantes, porque estes não saíam da rede e ficavam só balançando o sino para conseguir as coisas. Também fizeram muitos líderes e assim adoravam a Deus e se sentiam muito abençoados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;O quê? Está faltando um grupo? Na verdade o terceiro grupo não entra em discussões porque eles entenderam que quem é importante é Deus, e como eles, tem urgência em proclamar a palavra do Senhor, estão estudando, orando, jejuando e consagrando suas vidas para poder além de levar, ter o prazer de vivenciar e viver a palavra de Deus. Se eles são abençoados? Muito! Se acabou a história? Não! Agora é que começa, porque para esse grupo “sobrou” muito tempo para ir e pregar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;a href="http://estudos.gospelmais.com.br/"&gt;http://estudos.gospelmais.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://moverparadeus.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://moverparadeus.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-7368945499771006962?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7368945499771006962/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=7368945499771006962' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/7368945499771006962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/7368945499771006962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2010/07/ficai-e-discuti-ou-ide-e-pregai.html' title='Ficai e Discutí ou Ide e Pregai!'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/TEh0tSGMbVI/AAAAAAAAA7M/NMsfBDC_u7Y/s72-c/101938880.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-39228959231926269</id><published>2010-07-22T13:15:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T13:18:17.051-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Entre Amigos - Martha Medeiros  - 12 de abril de 1999</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para que serve um amigo? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para rachar a gasolina, emprestar a prancha, recomendar um disco, dar carona pra festa, passar cola, caminhar no shopping, segurar a barra. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todas as alternativas estão corretas, porém isso não basta para guardar um amigo do lado esquerdo do peito. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milan Kundera, escritor tcheco, escreveu em seu último livro, "A Identidade", que a amizade é indispensável para o bom funcionamento da memória e para a integridade do próprio eu. Chama os amigos de testemunhas do passado e diz que eles são nosso espelho, que através deles podemos nos olhar. Vai além: diz que toda amizade é uma aliança contra a adversidade, aliança sem a qual o ser humano ficaria desarmado contra seus inimigos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verdade verdadeira. Amigos recentes custam a perceber essa aliança, não valorizam ainda o que está sendo contruído. São amizades não testadas pelo tempo, não se sabe se enfrentarão com solidez as tempestades ou se serão varridos numa chuva de verão. Veremos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um amigo não racha apenas a gasolina: racha lembranças, crises de choro, experiências. Racha a culpa, racha segredos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um amigo não empresta apenas a prancha. Empresta o verbo, empresta o ombro, empresta o tempo, empresta o calor e a jaqueta. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um amigo não recomenda apenas um disco. Recomenda cautela, recomenda um emprego, recomenda um país. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um amigo não dá carona apenas pra festa. Te leva pro mundo dele, e topa conhecer o teu. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um amigo não passa apenas cola. Passa contigo um aperto, passa junto o reveillon. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um amigo não caminha apenas no shopping. Anda em silêncio na dor, entra contigo em campo, sai do fracasso ao teu lado. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um amigo não segura a barra, apenas. Segura a mão, a ausência, segura uma confissão, segura o tranco, o palavrão, segura o elevador. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duas dúzias de amigos assim ninguém tem. Se tiver um, amém. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feliz Dia do Amigo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que Deus te abençoe!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-39228959231926269?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/39228959231926269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=39228959231926269' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/39228959231926269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/39228959231926269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2010/07/entre-amigos-martha-medeiros.html' title='Entre Amigos - Martha Medeiros  - 12 de abril de 1999'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/TEht4XkB4yI/AAAAAAAAA68/k2S3ayI5CCM/s72-c/101938880.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-706258595474845633</id><published>2010-07-12T17:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T18:00:01.926-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/TDt_FEB_AZI/AAAAAAAAA6s/FiatDVD3Ciw/s1600/Charge-motivacoes-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/TDt_FEB_AZI/AAAAAAAAA6s/FiatDVD3Ciw/s320/Charge-motivacoes-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Quando você dança, seu propósito não é chegar a determinado lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É aproveitar cada passo do caminho."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Wayne Dyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Imagem: &lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/rcalmes"&gt;Richard Calmes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-706258595474845633?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/706258595474845633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=706258595474845633' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/706258595474845633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/706258595474845633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2010/07/dyer.html' title='Dyer'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/TDt_FEB_AZI/AAAAAAAAA6s/FiatDVD3Ciw/s72-c/Charge-motivacoes-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-1686586293290706499</id><published>2010-07-12T16:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T16:36:22.980-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Balanchine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Dança é a necessidade que temos de exprimir o que sentimos ao escutar música." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;George Balanchine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Imagem: &lt;a href="http://www.richardcalmes.com/"&gt;Richard Calmes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-1686586293290706499?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1686586293290706499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=1686586293290706499' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/1686586293290706499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/1686586293290706499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2010/07/balanchine.html' title='Balanchine'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/TDtt8Zr0RPI/AAAAAAAAA6c/-UYMFWTB3h0/s72-c/Charge-motivacoes-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-652009788394464765</id><published>2010-07-09T11:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T11:00:31.918-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Triste Realidade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Fonte: Raia Brasil - Rede de Artes Ibero-Americana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu não quero mais viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Longe da Tua presença, meu Senhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hoje, quero voltar, voltar ao início de tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;De quando eu era feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sentia a Tua presença, caminhava ali, no seu jardim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Te encontrava todo dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas me perdi, Senhor, no caminhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tentei andar sozinho na aventura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dessa vida foi só ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Confesso que andei perdido, sim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas, hoje, eu Te devolvo um coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Arrependido de tudo o que fez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quero voltar, Senhor, para os Teus rios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me molha, me lava, me ensina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me inspira e arde outra vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“De braços abertos, quero Te receber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Filho, Eu estava esperando você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Você pra mim (Pra mim você) é tudo que Eu sonhei um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu te amo”...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Essa é minha amiga querida, minha irmã,&amp;nbsp;Jojó Amonati, uma bailarina excelentíssima, muito talentosa, ousada e criativa. Como essa semana é o seu aniversário, deixo aqui minha pequena homenagem mostrando para quem me acompanha no blog uma de suas lindas coreografias.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Tive a oportunidade de vê-la dançar essa coreografia, e quando vi eu fiquei extremamente admirada e feliz, pois nunca tinha visto nada do tipo no meio cristão, uma coreografia contemporânea, elaborada, utilizando elementos, cenário, figurino, enfim, ela se emaranhou nesse elástico de um jeito que eu fiquei perplexa com a facilidade com que ela entrava e saia dele. Além do que dançou uma música que gosto muito, que é cantada por um dos meus artistas preferidos, o João Alexandre.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Meminha, mesmo adiantado te desejo parabéns pelo seu dia que Deus te conceda muitos anos de vida, muito amor, paz, saúde, prosperidade, felicidade, muito mais sabedoria, criatividade, ousadia, unção, discernimento, e que você continue a ser essa bailarina esplendorosa, essa pessoa meiga, essa mulher de Deus, e essa amiga maravilhosa que você é.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Mesmo a distância Eu te amo muito e você mora no meu coração.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Feliz Aniversário! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Deus te abençoe muito!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Frase: Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"&gt;Bailarina dança pela cidade e se depara com problemas da vida urbana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Às vezes parece que ser um cristão

Não é fácil em meio à escuridão

Ainda mais se eu pensar que não é minha luz

Mas a união com Deus que o brilho produz


As vezes parece difícil entender

Que o cristão é exemplo mesmo sem o querer

E por isso mesmo, eu preciso orar

Pra que Deus me ilumine, e assim eu possa brilhar!



Senhor eu quero brilhar por Ti

Quando o mundo se apagar

Eu quero que através da minha vida

Alguém possa Te enxergar

Faze com que mesmo sem palavras

Eu fale do teu amor

Eu quero brilhar por Ti

Brilhar onde quer que for


Às vezes eu temo que vou fracassar

Pois eu sei que eu errei e continuo a errar

Mas a minha luz parece extinguir...

Meu Deus me dá força pra prosseguir


Não importa o quanto eu tente me esforçar

Eu só posso vencer se Ele me ajudar

E quando percebo, meu esforço é em vão

E o que devo fazer é segurar sua mão



E quando minha luz parece vacilar

É só me unir àquela luz

Que a todas faz brilhar



Senhor eu quero brilhar por Ti

Quando o mundo se apagar

Eu quero que através da minha vida

Alguém possa Te enxergar

Faze com que mesmo sem palavras

Eu fale do teu amor

Eu quero brilhar por Ti

Brilhar onde quer que for

Letra e música: Novo Tom

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&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eu já nem sei como Te buscar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Perdi o veio, o caminho de chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eu já nem sei onde devo ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fiquei tão cheio de projetos pra cumprir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sutil a estratégia que armaram para nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nos ocupando de trabalhos e propostas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;De tal maneira que é quase impossível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Estar a sós com Deus, com Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O ativismo tem roubado a nossa vida de oração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nos impedindo de ouvir a Sua Voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;É hora de voltar à mais profunda comunhão com Deus, com Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dá-me novamente a chave do Teu coração, Senhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quero encontrar o caminho do Teu Trono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Me ensina a atrair a Tua atenção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Com a minha vida derramada em adoração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Agora eu sei como Te buscar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Achei o veio, o caminho de chegar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Adorar, adorar, adorar, adorar, adorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-4643113709350983054?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4643113709350983054/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=4643113709350983054' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/4643113709350983054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/4643113709350983054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/como-te-buscar-ludmila-ferber_15.html' title='Como Te Buscar - Ludmila Ferber'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SW8tPVeZXpI/AAAAAAAAA1g/1t0wcVC3nnM/s72-c/200483115-004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-5659031885317498033</id><published>2009-01-15T09:16:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T10:17:23.176-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pessoas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SW8qoZqSDyI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/cdxefTutv8c/s1600-h/200483115-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291494960754986786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SW8qoZqSDyI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/cdxefTutv8c/s400/200483115-004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pessoas sábias falam sobre idéias; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pessoas comuns falam sobre coisas; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pessoas medíocres falam sobre pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt; ( Dick Corrigan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-5659031885317498033?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5659031885317498033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=5659031885317498033' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/5659031885317498033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/5659031885317498033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/pessoas.html' title='Pessoas'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SW8qoZqSDyI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/cdxefTutv8c/s72-c/200483115-004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-5888786030276659372</id><published>2009-01-10T11:52:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T11:57:58.874-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Idade de Ser Feliz - Mário Quintana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SWi2Or0ZYiI/AAAAAAAAA04/wGCbDkB8L-Y/s1600-h/75560087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289678125743563298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SWi2Or0ZYiI/AAAAAAAAA04/wGCbDkB8L-Y/s400/75560087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Existe somente uma idade para a gente ser feliz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;somente uma época na vida de cada pessoa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;em que é possível sonhar e fazer planos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;e ter energia bastante para realizá-las &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;a despeito de todas as dificuldades e obstáculos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Uma só idade para a gente se encantar com a vida e viver apaixonadamente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;e desfrutar tudo com toda intensidade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sem medo, nem culpa de sentir prazer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fase dourada em que a gente pode criar e recriar a vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;a nossa própria imagem e semelhança &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;e vestir-se com todas as cores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;e experimentar todos os sabores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;e entregar-se a todos os amores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sem preconceito nem pudor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tempo de entusiasmo e coragem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;em que todo o desafio é mais um convite à luta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;que a gente enfrenta com toda disposição &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;de tentar algo NOVO, de NOVO e de NOVO, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;e quantas vezes for preciso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Essa idade tão fugaz na vida da gente chama-se PRESENTE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;e tem a duração do instante que passa.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-5888786030276659372?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5888786030276659372/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=5888786030276659372' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/5888786030276659372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/5888786030276659372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/idade-de-ser-feliz-mrio-quintana.html' title='A Idade de Ser Feliz - Mário Quintana'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SWi2Or0ZYiI/AAAAAAAAA04/wGCbDkB8L-Y/s72-c/75560087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-6797424600329464536</id><published>2009-01-08T11:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:28:46.399-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Lamento de Israel - Sérgio Lopes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SWYNQzk7rlI/AAAAAAAAA0I/7P_eJae3bVA/s1600-h/israel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288929394767408722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SWYNQzk7rlI/AAAAAAAAA0I/7P_eJae3bVA/s400/israel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quando em cativeiro te levaram de Sião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E os teus sacerdotes prantearam de aflição,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Foi como morrer de vergonha e dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Caminhava triste o povo forte do Senhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;* Ah! Jerusalém por que deixaste de adorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O Deus vivo que em tantas batalhas te ajudou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Chora, Israel! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Num lamento só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Talvez Deus se lembre do "bichinho de Jacó"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Chora, Israel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Babilônia não é teu lugar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Clama ao teu Deus! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E Ele te ouvirá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Do inimigo te libertará.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*lerushalaym madua' lo' he' eratsta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;'et Elohym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She 'azar lechá tamyd bekravym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;rabym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kra' Ysra'el, be 'etsev yachyd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;'ulay hu' Elohym yzkor 'et bney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ya'akov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kra' Ysra'el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Bavel hu 'lo', hu' lo' mekomchá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kra' le Elohym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hu' yshmoa' otchá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Elohym Chaym yoshyechá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-6797424600329464536?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6797424600329464536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=6797424600329464536' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/6797424600329464536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/6797424600329464536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-lamento-de-israel-srgio-lopes.html' title='O Lamento de Israel - Sérgio Lopes'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SWYNQzk7rlI/AAAAAAAAA0I/7P_eJae3bVA/s72-c/israel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-93961301713014967</id><published>2009-01-06T08:12:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T13:28:33.883-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Paz - Sérgio Lopes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SWYJWiNtN_I/AAAAAAAAA0A/b_nuwU6UalE/s1600-h/israel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288925095139293170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SWYJWiNtN_I/AAAAAAAAA0A/b_nuwU6UalE/s400/israel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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Vê, ó Israel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouve, ó Israel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todas as nações clamando o nome Yahweh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas Ele te escolheu e te deu Davi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para te ensinar, vencer batalhas pela Fé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se pudesses ver no alto de Golan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A tristeza no olhar de Josué&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que te fez pisar onde agora estás&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas perdeste a tua fé e a tua paz&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Volta Israel ao primeiro amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clama Israel! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clama ao teu Senhor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que jamais te entregou nas mãos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De quem te desonrou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não existe outro Deus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como o Deus de Israel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se clamares pela paz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elohim te vingará. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-93961301713014967?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/93961301713014967/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=93961301713014967' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/93961301713014967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/93961301713014967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/paz-srgio-lopes.html' title='Paz - Sérgio Lopes'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SWYJWiNtN_I/AAAAAAAAA0A/b_nuwU6UalE/s72-c/israel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-7504244430637392307</id><published>2009-01-03T11:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T11:50:06.252-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vem De Ti, Senhor -  Ana Paula Valadão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SV96GKTDf6I/AAAAAAAAAzA/icjoOg9X0gg/s1600-h/73778196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287078733818331042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SV96GKTDf6I/AAAAAAAAAzA/icjoOg9X0gg/s400/73778196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tenho palavras pra agradecer tua bondade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia após dia me cercas com fidelidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nunca me deixes esquecer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que tudo o que tenho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo o que sou,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que vier a ser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem de Ti, Senhor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dependo de Ti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preciso de Ti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sozinho, nada posso fazer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Descanso em Ti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Espero em Ti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sozinho, nada posso fazer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nunca me deixes esquecer que tudo o que tenho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo o que sou,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que vier a ser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem de Ti, Senhor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-7504244430637392307?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7504244430637392307/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=7504244430637392307' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/7504244430637392307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/7504244430637392307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/vem-de-ti-senhor-ana-paula-valado.html' title='Vem De Ti, Senhor -  Ana Paula Valadão'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SV96GKTDf6I/AAAAAAAAAzA/icjoOg9X0gg/s72-c/73778196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-8113429235617056444</id><published>2008-12-31T12:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T13:30:01.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Queridos amigos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;


&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Não tenho palavras para agradecer a bondade de Deus para comigo durante o ano de 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dia após dia Ele me cercou com sua fidelidade, por isso eu não poderia deixar de agradecer a Ele por tudo o que fez e declarar que :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Tudo o que tenho, tudo o que sou, e o que vier a ser veio do Senhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Desejo que em 2009 Deus realize todos os seus sonhos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Giselle Augusto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-8113429235617056444?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8113429235617056444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=8113429235617056444' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/8113429235617056444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/8113429235617056444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/gratido.html' title='Gratidão'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-1750607046482698802</id><published>2008-12-31T11:24:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:48:28.892-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Receita de Ano Novo - Carlos Drummond de Andrade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SVuDmelFDRI/AAAAAAAAAyg/asAMxwh-JzY/s1600-h/DA60249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285963284716260626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SVuDmelFDRI/AAAAAAAAAyg/asAMxwh-JzY/s400/DA60249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Para você ganhar belíssimo Ano Novo cor do arco-íris, ou da cor da sua paz,
Ano Novo sem comparação com todo o tempo já vivido (mal vivido talvez ou sem sentido)
para você ganhar um ano não apenas pintado de novo, remendado às carreiras, mas novo nas sementinhas do vir-a-ser;
novo até no coração das coisas menos percebidas (a começar pelo seu interior)
novo, espontâneo, que de tão perfeito nem se nota, mas com ele se come, se passeia, se ama, se compreende, se trabalha, você não precisa beber champanha ou qualquer outra birita, não precisa expedir nem receber mensagens (planta recebe mensagens? passa telegramas?)
Não precisa fazer lista de boas intenções para arquivá-las na gaveta.
Não precisa chorar arrependido pelas besteiras consumadas nem parvamente acreditar que por decreto de esperança a partir de janeiro as coisas mudem e seja tudo claridade, recompensa, justiça entre os homens e as nações, liberdade com cheiro e gosto de pão matinal, direitos respeitados, começando pelo direito augusto de viver.
Para ganhar um Ano Novo que mereça este nome, você, meu caro, tem de merecê-lo, tem de fazê-lo novo, eu sei que não é fácil, mas tente, experimente, consciente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;É dentro de você que o Ano Novo cochila e espera desde sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-1750607046482698802?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1750607046482698802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=1750607046482698802' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/1750607046482698802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/1750607046482698802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/receita-de-ano-novo-carlos-drummond-de.html' title='Receita de Ano Novo - Carlos Drummond de Andrade'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SVuDmelFDRI/AAAAAAAAAyg/asAMxwh-JzY/s72-c/DA60249.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-3624581832199637330</id><published>2008-12-26T08:31:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T08:52:26.593-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you 'till the end - The Pogues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SVTDeoTGhYI/AAAAAAAAAyY/1WK5SkKqVbI/s1600-h/sb10068738i-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284063193793463682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SVTDeoTGhYI/AAAAAAAAAyY/1WK5SkKqVbI/s400/sb10068738i-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just want to see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When you're all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just want to catch you if I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just want to be thereWhen the morning light explodes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;On your face it radiatesI can't escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I love you 'till the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just want to tell you nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You don't want to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All I want is for you to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Why don't you just take me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Where I've never been before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know you want to hear me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Catch my breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I love you 'till the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just want to be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When we're caught in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just want to see you laugh not cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just want to feel you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When the night puts on its cloak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm lost for words don't tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cuz all I can say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I love you 'till the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tradução:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/pogues/1135149/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;http://letras.terra.com.br/pogues/1135149/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Esta música é parte da trilha sonora do filme "P.S: Eu te amo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-3624581832199637330?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3624581832199637330/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=3624581832199637330' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/3624581832199637330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/3624581832199637330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-you-till-end-pogues.html' title='I love you &apos;till the end - The Pogues'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SVTDeoTGhYI/AAAAAAAAAyY/1WK5SkKqVbI/s72-c/sb10068738i-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-8944746103268902360</id><published>2008-12-26T08:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T08:24:52.143-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dona da Minha Cabeça - Geraldo Azevedo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SVS-yQXlusI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/FbLR6ycDels/s1600-h/sb10068738i-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284058033409080002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SVS-yQXlusI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/FbLR6ycDels/s400/sb10068738i-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dona da minha cabeça ela vem como um carnaval&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E toda paixão recomeça, ela é bonita, é demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Não há um porto seguro, futuro também não há&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mas faz tanta diferença quando ela dança, dança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eu digo e ela não acredita, ela é bonita demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eu digo e ela não acredita, ela é bonita, bonita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Digo e ela não acredita, ela é bonita demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eu digo e ela não acredita, ela é bonita, é bonita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dona da minha cabeça quero tanto lhe ver chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quero saciar minha sede milhões de vezes, milhões de vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Na força dessa beleza é que eu sinto firmeza e paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Por isso nunca desapareça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nunca me esqueça, eu não te esqueço jamais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eu digo e ela não acredita, ela é bonita demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eu digo e ela não acredita, ela é bonita, bonita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Digo e ela não acredita, ela é bonita demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eu digo e ela não acredita, ela é bonita, é bonita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-8944746103268902360?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8944746103268902360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=8944746103268902360' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/8944746103268902360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/8944746103268902360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/dona-da-minha-cabea-geraldo-azevedo.html' title='Dona da Minha Cabeça - Geraldo Azevedo'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SVS-yQXlusI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/FbLR6ycDels/s72-c/sb10068738i-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-8257921064398499061</id><published>2008-11-14T11:36:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T11:44:08.294-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Stúdio de Danças 30 Anos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SR2NgcQgg0I/AAAAAAAAAxw/Gp-6-Col0jc/s1600-h/Figura1_SONHO_maior_02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268522727574111042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SR2NgcQgg0I/AAAAAAAAAxw/Gp-6-Col0jc/s400/Figura1_SONHO_maior_02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Realização: Stúdio de Danças - Lúcia Helena Gondra e Ruth Rosenbaum &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Direção: Alexandre Troccoli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coordenação: Jane Dickie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Data: 09/12/2008 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
Local: Teatro da UFPE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Horário: 20:30h

Ingressos: R$ 15,00

&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-8257921064398499061?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8257921064398499061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=8257921064398499061' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/8257921064398499061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/8257921064398499061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2008/11/stdio-de-danas-30-anos.html' title='Stúdio de Danças 30 Anos'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SR2NgcQgg0I/AAAAAAAAAxw/Gp-6-Col0jc/s72-c/Figura1_SONHO_maior_02.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-3822992533445397568</id><published>2008-11-14T11:32:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T11:35:38.489-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Natal 2008‏</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SR2MGw7dNKI/AAAAAAAAAxg/mfBNBvvx6Zo/s1600-h/papai_noel.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268521186934731938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SR2MGw7dNKI/AAAAAAAAAxg/mfBNBvvx6Zo/s400/papai_noel.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://curiososecia.blogspot.com/2008/11/natal-2008-seja-voc-o-papai-noel.html" target="_blank"&gt;Natal 2008 - Seja Você o Papai Noel!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04PR_hAo0DU/SRlloFwXcTI/AAAAAAAAAmU/oeQWIp4r-g4/s1600-h/papai_noel.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Que tal fazer algo diferente este ano no Natal? Sim... Natal... daqui a pouco ele chega. Que tal ir a uma agência dos Correios e pegar uma das 17 milhões de cartinhas de crianças pobres e ser o Papai ou Mamãe Noel delas???Há a informação de que tem pedidos inacreditáveis.Tem criança pedindo um panetone, uma bola, uma blusa de frio para a avó...É só pegar a carta e entregar o presente numa agência dos Correios até dia 20 de dezembro. O próprio Correio se encarrega de fazer a entrega.Divulgue para seus amigos! porque a melhor coisa do mundo é ver o sorriso de uma criança. E podemos fazer muitas delas sorrirem com um pouquinho de boa vontade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na Vida, a gente passa por 3 fases:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1º Acreditamos em Papai Noel;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2º Descobrimos que ele não existe;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3º Nos tornamos Papai Noel !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não há pedidos de coisas caras, então acho que todos podem ajudar de alguma maneira ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faça a sua parte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanessa Lopes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-3822992533445397568?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3822992533445397568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=3822992533445397568' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/3822992533445397568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/3822992533445397568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2008/11/natal-2008.html' title='Natal 2008‏'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SR2MGw7dNKI/AAAAAAAAAxg/mfBNBvvx6Zo/s72-c/papai_noel.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-5806405594455528573</id><published>2008-10-31T17:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T17:16:22.040-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Surpreenda-me !!! - Kátia Maia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SQtncBtdFAI/AAAAAAAAAwg/KTCfTaUA4qg/s1600-h/sb10066733a-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263414320705639426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SQtncBtdFAI/AAAAAAAAAwg/KTCfTaUA4qg/s400/sb10066733a-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Surpreenda-me sempre. Mas, por favor, surpreenda-me com bons momentos, com instantes de felicidade, com lembranças inesperadas. Surpreenda-me com um telefonema no meio da noite, as flores numa tarde de domingo ou um convite para uma saída meio de semana. Surpreender é a arte de fazer o que sempre esperamos no momento em que menos imaginamos. Quem não gosta de receber flores do nada? Rosas... Ah, as rosas são mágicas. Elas nos deixam sem fôlego, ansiosas pelo cartão, pelas letras e o mandatário. É mágico, é inesperado, é surpreendente.
E o telefone que toca no meio da noite sem mais nem menos. Primeiro o coração dispara. Acordou-me e ainda nem sei do que se trata. Olho para o relógio e é tarde, muito tarde. A primeira coisa que me vem à cabeça é o medo de uma notícia ruim. O coração dispara... Mas, logo se acalma quando ouve, do outro lado da linha, a voz e a frase: liguei porque estava com saudade... Ah... lembrar-me que sente saudade de mim, no meio da noite, que a cama está fria sem minha presença, que a noite está solitária sem meu calor... Isso é surpreender-me.
O convite para uma viagem rápida no meio da semana... Assim.. Sem mais nem menos. Como? Não posso! Posso, posso sim... Ah, posso! Posso porque é com você. Posso porque é irrecusável. Aquela fugidinha que tanto sonhamos de repente acontece e assim: sem planejar, sem muita elaboração. Posso, porque fui surpreendida por você.
Por isso, surpreenda-me sempre. Todo mundo gosta de ser lembrado e surpreendido com um gesto, uma palavra, uma atitude, um convite...
E, sabe, surpreender tem tudo a ver com fazer o que é certo fazer, mas de uma forma única e especial. Tem a ver com a arte de quebrar o previsível sem que o outro perceba e com interromper a expectativa antes de ela começar a virar decepção. Sim, porque quando esperamos que aconteça e acontece sem que acreditássemos que aconteceria, isso é sermos surpreendido. Mas, se há a expectativa e ela caduca, essa se transforma em decepção ou frustração. Portanto, evite frustrar e procure surpreender sempre. É a arte de manter a chama acesa e de estarmos sempre em sintonia. Um fazendo o que o outro espera que seja feito da forma mais inesperada possível porque, cá para nós, todo mundo espera que as coisas aconteçam – e eu acredito nisso -, mas poucos fazem com que aconteçam de um jeito inusitado, diferente e agradável em nossas vidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katia Maia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-5806405594455528573?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5806405594455528573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=5806405594455528573' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/5806405594455528573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/5806405594455528573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/surpreenda-me-ktia-maia.html' title='Surpreenda-me !!! - Kátia Maia'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SQtncBtdFAI/AAAAAAAAAwg/KTCfTaUA4qg/s72-c/sb10066733a-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-6289855780626283896</id><published>2008-10-31T16:25:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T16:44:25.540-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Acertando na Mosca - Marta Medeiros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SQteNiUj2RI/AAAAAAAAAwY/3i-_lVEeNh0/s1600-h/sb10066733a-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263404176156907794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SQteNiUj2RI/AAAAAAAAAwY/3i-_lVEeNh0/s400/sb10066733a-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Finalmente, paz em Kosovo. Enquanto os refugiados preparam-se para voltar para suas casas, Milosevic e a Otan disputam agora o título de vencedor da guerra, como se tudo não tivesse passado de uma partida de futebol. Ninguém marcou gol nesse combate insano, não há o que comemorar, mas uma lição foi deixada pelo episódio: os estragos que a falta de mira pode provocar.Na guerra do dia-a-dia não é diferente: pontaria é fundamental. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Você anda desmotivado, acha que a vida está sem emoção e que na sua casa ninguém lhe entende. Sai pra noite, então, e cruza com uns caras que fazem pega de moto, picham muros, depredam orelhões e parecem divertir-se muito com isso. Une-se ao grupo. Erro fatal: você acaba de se aliar ao inimigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;





&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;


&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Você está em busca de emprego, você e toda a torcida do Flamengo. Por um desses milagres da vida, surgem duas oportunidades de trabalho. Uma é um estágio dentro do campo que você quer atuar no futuro. É para trabalhar ao lado de bons profissionais, mas ganhando apenas uma ajuda de custo. Vai ter que ralar. A outra proposta é para ganhar três salários com carteira assinada, mas num ramo que não lhe oferece a menor chance de crescimento profissional, um lugar onde você será uma peça na engrenagem, facilmente substituível. Pense bem: só tem uma bala na agulha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;


&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;


&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Você está mais carente que noiva abandonada no altar. Sozinha a um ano e meio, anda fazendo cafuné em pantufa. Aí surge ele, o cara que fala pelos cotovelos sobre o próprio carro, o próprio time, as próprias aventuras amorosas, o próprio umbigo. Não é o seu tipo, mas é o que pintou. Pega carona no ego dele ou fica mais um tempo sozinha?Boa pontaria faz toda a diferença. Às vezes um alvo está mais perto que outro e isso parece facilitar as coisas, às vezes uma pessoa parece legal mas é camuflagem, às vezes alguém se move em nossa direção e, antes de ouví-lo, o abatemos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;




&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;


&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;


&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Viver é lutar um pouquinho a cada dia pela nossa felicidade. Ninguém sai ileso dessa briga, mas fere-se menos quem tem bom faro, noções de diplomacia e, principalmente, sabedoria para distingüir a hora de atacar e a hora de se defender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;


&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;




&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Marta Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-6289855780626283896?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6289855780626283896/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=6289855780626283896' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/6289855780626283896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/6289855780626283896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/acertando-na-mosca-marta-medeiros.html' title='Acertando na Mosca - Marta Medeiros'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SQteNiUj2RI/AAAAAAAAAwY/3i-_lVEeNh0/s72-c/sb10066733a-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-2444383035341130929</id><published>2008-10-29T17:54:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:54:15.439-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O livro mais esperado do ano pelos internautas !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SQoJmjwRiGI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Kf9zHQkitjE/s1600-h/livrofechado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263029672573241442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SQoJmjwRiGI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Kf9zHQkitjE/s400/livrofechado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;para Francisco, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cristiana Guerra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Corra e compre o seu !!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinopse: Delicado, verdadeiro, denso - Para Francisco é mais do que uma história de amor e superação. É um livro de rara beleza, em que a realidade e a poesia se entrelaçam, despertando nos leitores emoções essenciais. Um homem tem morte súbita, dois meses antes do nascimento do seu único filho. Assim nasceu o blog "&lt;a href="http://parafrancisco.blogspot.com/"&gt;para Francisco&lt;/a&gt;", de Cristiana Guerra, que foi transformado neste livro. Em seus textos, a publicitária mineira tenta entender e explicar dois sentimentos opostos e simultâneos vividos por ela, que ao mesmo tempo se transformou em viúva e mãe. Muitos questionamentos. Muitos raciocínios. Muito aprendizado. E a ânsia de Cris em falar para Francisco sobre seu pai, sobre o mundo e sobre si mesma. Textos delicados, ora engraçados, ora sensíveis, mas sempre envoltos pela urgência de ser feliz e superar a perda. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fonte: &lt;a href="http://www.livrariasaraiva.com.br/produto/produto.dll/detalhe?pro_id=2608710&amp;amp;ID=BD4679197D80A1D12340D1187&amp;amp;PAC_ID=24374"&gt;Livraria Saraiva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-2444383035341130929?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2444383035341130929/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=2444383035341130929' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/2444383035341130929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/2444383035341130929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-livro-mais-esperado-do-ano-pelos.html' title='O livro mais esperado do ano pelos internautas !!!'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SQoJmjwRiGI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Kf9zHQkitjE/s72-c/livrofechado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-6021567026789034900</id><published>2008-10-29T14:45:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T17:43:55.806-03:00</updated><title type='text'>29 de Outubro - Dia Nacional do Livro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Um país se faz com homens e livros." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;( Monteiro Lobato) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SQiost3OrqI/AAAAAAAAAvg/xlflajGZ8VI/s1600-h/livro_monteiro.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262641650761379490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SQiost3OrqI/AAAAAAAAAvg/xlflajGZ8VI/s400/livro_monteiro.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Curiosidades Sobre o Livro&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O dia 29 de outubro foi escolhido como Dia Nacional do Livro em homenagem à fundação da Biblioteca Nacional, que ocorreu em 1810. Só a partir de 1808, quando D. João VI fundou a Imprensa Régia, o movimento editorial começou no Brasil.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O primeiro livro publicado aqui foi "Marília de Dirceu", de Tomás Antônio Gonzaga, mas nessa época, a imprensa sofria a censura do Imperador. Só na década de 1930 houve um crescimento editorial, após a fundação da Companhia Editora Nacional pelo escritor Monteiro Lobato, em outubro de 1925.
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="EC_texto7" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Origem do Livro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SQipM5vl0LI/AAAAAAAAAvo/55J9vePbKG4/s1600-h/livro_scriptorium.gif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262642203706380466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SQipM5vl0LI/AAAAAAAAAvo/55J9vePbKG4/s400/livro_scriptorium.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os textos impressos mais antigos foram orações budistas feitas no Japão por volta do ano 770. Mas desde o século II, a China já sabia fabricar papel, tinta e imprimir usando mármore entalhado. Foi então, na China, que apareceu o primeiro livro, no ano de 868. Na Idade Média, livros feitos à mão eram produzidos por monges que usavam tinta e bico de pena para copiar os textos religiosos em latim. Um pequeno livro levava meses para ficar pronto, e os monges trabalhavam em um local chamado "Scriptorium". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SQipeud7UJI/AAAAAAAAAvw/mMeINRFewRE/s1600-h/livro_gutenberg.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262642509917147282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SQipeud7UJI/AAAAAAAAAvw/mMeINRFewRE/s400/livro_gutenberg.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="EC_texto7" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem foi Gutenberg?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O ourives culto e curioso Johannes Gutenberg (1398-1468) nasceu em Mainz, na Alemanha e, é considerado o criador da imprensa em série. Ele criou a prensa tipográfica, onde colocava letras que eram cunhadas em madeira e presas em fôrmas para compor uma página. Essa tecnologia sobreviveu até o século XIX com poucas mudanças. Por volta de 1456, foi publicado o primeiro livro impresso em série: a Bíblia de 42 linhas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SQip4TiEXCI/AAAAAAAAAv4/jrZ7UeaU970/s1600-h/livro_prensa.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262642949363358754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SQip4TiEXCI/AAAAAAAAAv4/jrZ7UeaU970/s400/livro_prensa.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conhecida como "Bíblia de Gutenberg", a obra tinha 642 páginas e 200 exemplares, dos quais existem apenas 48 espalhados pelo mundo hoje em dia. A invenção de Gutenberg marcou a passagem do Mundo Medieval para a Idade Moderna: era de divulgação do conhecimento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;


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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SQiqY1iaf6I/AAAAAAAAAwA/s19A20ZPxDQ/s1600-h/sb10064939b-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262643508247429026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SQiqY1iaf6I/AAAAAAAAAwA/s19A20ZPxDQ/s400/sb10064939b-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="EC_texto7" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Importância do Livro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

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&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O livro é um meio de comunicação importante no processo de transformação do indivíduo. Ao ler um livro, evoluímos e desenvolvemos a nossa capacidade crítica e criativa. É importante para as crianças ter o hábito da leitura porque com ela, se aprimora a linguagem e a comunicação com o mundo. O livro atrai a criança pela curiosidade, pelo formato, pelo manuseio e pela emoção das histórias. Comparado a outros meios de comunicação, com o livro é possível escolher entre uma história do passado, do presente ou da fantasia. Além disso, podemos ler o que quisermos, quando, onde e no ritmo que escolhermos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Fonte:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.criancafazarte.com.br/datas/datas_dialivro.htm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.criancafazarte.com.br/datas/datas_dialivro.htm&lt;/em&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/2778180755772667150-6021567026789034900?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6021567026789034900/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=6021567026789034900' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/6021567026789034900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/6021567026789034900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/29-de-outubro-dia-nacional-do-livro.html' title='29 de Outubro - Dia Nacional do Livro'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SQiost3OrqI/AAAAAAAAAvg/xlflajGZ8VI/s72-c/livro_monteiro.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-377848434100577415</id><published>2008-10-02T10:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:12:36.567-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Convite - Culto da Restituição</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SOTH-SZec_I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/IlGsrcH10oo/s1600-h/convite.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252542938325349362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SOTH-SZec_I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/IlGsrcH10oo/s400/convite.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Neste sábado (04 de Outubro) haverá no templo da Igreja Batista do Bongi o CULTO DA RESTITUIÇÃO, com o tema RESTAURANDO A ALEGRIA, à partir das 19h.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Vá e leve um ou mais visitantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A unção de Deus recairá sobre os que forem... É profético!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Participe da comunidade do culto da Restituição:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community.aspx?cmm=36171876"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community.aspx?cmm=36171876&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Copie e cole este recado e mande para todos os seus amigos (é uma forma de evangelizar)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-377848434100577415?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/377848434100577415/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=377848434100577415' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/377848434100577415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/377848434100577415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/convite-culto-da-restituio.html' title='Convite - Culto da Restituição'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SOTH-SZec_I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/IlGsrcH10oo/s72-c/convite.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-4691682319443363701</id><published>2008-09-30T15:01:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:08:02.491-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Flores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SOJy54Pf-oI/AAAAAAAAAiA/ZbpAuyOxbM4/s1600-h/fotos+da+congrega%C3%A7%C3%A3o+e+aldeia+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251886454142925442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SOJy54Pf-oI/AAAAAAAAAiA/ZbpAuyOxbM4/s400/fotos+da+congrega%C3%A7%C3%A3o+e+aldeia+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SOJy6HfPSII/AAAAAAAAAiI/zgeUiwrABzI/s1600-h/fotos+da+congrega%C3%A7%C3%A3o+e+aldeia+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251886458235472002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SOJy6HfPSII/AAAAAAAAAiI/zgeUiwrABzI/s400/fotos+da+congrega%C3%A7%C3%A3o+e+aldeia+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SOJqW2KByHI/AAAAAAAAAhw/g1-avGSATLc/s1600-h/fotos+da+congrega%C3%A7%C3%A3o+e+aldeia+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251877056194660466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SOJqW2KByHI/AAAAAAAAAhw/g1-avGSATLc/s400/fotos+da+congrega%C3%A7%C3%A3o+e+aldeia+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Flores!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Uma das minhas grandes paixões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Deus é muito perfeito!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-4691682319443363701?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4691682319443363701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=4691682319443363701' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/4691682319443363701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/4691682319443363701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/flores.html' title='Flores'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SOJy54Pf-oI/AAAAAAAAAiA/ZbpAuyOxbM4/s72-c/fotos+da+congrega%C3%A7%C3%A3o+e+aldeia+070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-1723597115776238773</id><published>2008-09-29T16:44:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T15:30:05.126-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que bem quiseres - João Alexandre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SOJwHwvD3XI/AAAAAAAAAh4/8dvp5CdDTf0/s1600-h/200272267-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251883394111102322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SOJwHwvD3XI/AAAAAAAAAh4/8dvp5CdDTf0/s400/200272267-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SOImv9sWPFI/AAAAAAAAAho/wPb7kcuHqIY/s1600-h/pose2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Eis aqui meu coração,machucado, envelhecido pela vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ele, que já foi feliz, hoje é só cicatriz, rancor, ausência e dor, sofrer sem fim, temor em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tens, ó Deus, meu coração pra fazer dele o que bem quiseres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Só o calor de Tuas mãos o fará reviver, reluzir, renascer, sob o Teu bem querer, Senhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-1723597115776238773?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1723597115776238773/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=1723597115776238773' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/1723597115776238773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/1723597115776238773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-que-bem-quiseres-joo-alexandre.html' title='O que bem quiseres - João Alexandre'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SOJwHwvD3XI/AAAAAAAAAh4/8dvp5CdDTf0/s72-c/200272267-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-2401017245665829602</id><published>2008-09-29T16:42:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:06:44.004-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma excelente idéia multiplicada por Google.</title><content type='html'>Você tem uma grande idéia para ajudar alguém?
Multiplique por Google e ajude muito, muito, muito mais gente.
&lt;a href="http://www.project10tothe100.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Acesse&lt;/a&gt;, conheça e espalhe por aí.Se o Google quer dominar o mundo, que ao menos ele domine um mundo melhor.



Por &lt;a href="http://parafrancisco.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cristiana Guerra&lt;/a&gt; 26 de setembro, 2008, 10:31.


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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A maior aventura de um ser humano é viajar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a maior viagem que alguém pode empreender&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É para dentro de si mesmo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o modo mais emocionante de realizá-la é ler um livro,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois um livro revela que a vida é o maior de todos os livros,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas é pouco útil para quem não souber ler nas entrelinhas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E descobrir o que as palavras não disseram...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Augusto Cury&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-3848750696806212604?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3848750696806212604/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=3848750696806212604' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/3848750696806212604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/3848750696806212604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/ler.html' title='Ler'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SN4c6TKqL5I/AAAAAAAAAfg/yeQtIuqwAIY/s72-c/sb10063029c-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-4210432422645248784</id><published>2008-09-03T14:56:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T08:54:50.265-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Só love, só love (Para gostar de lêr) - Philio Terzakis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SN4eYpaL6zI/AAAAAAAAAfo/OxGVWoPYfXw/s1600-h/sb10063029c-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250667624341957426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SN4eYpaL6zI/AAAAAAAAAfo/OxGVWoPYfXw/s400/sb10063029c-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;“Como faço para me prender mais às leituras?”
Pelo que eu entendi, o moço quer saber como ler um livro de cabo a rabo, sem pensar em outra coisa, dormir ou rasgar o bendito.
A resposta é simples: prazer. Só leia o que lhe interessa. Ninguém “tem que” coisa nenhuma. Nem dentro nem fora dos livros. Afinal de contas, o que essa civilização tem contra o prazer?
- Ah, porque teeeeeeeeeeeeeeem que ler os clássicos! – falam os neuróticos (corra dessas pessoas, elas são perigosas).
Gente, eu amo os clássicos. Mas não aconselho ninguém a lê-los se isso não interessa.
Então, como gostar de ler? Tem receita, não. Ajuda nascer numa casa em que as pessoas gostam de ler. Mas gosto pela leitura não é genético: portanto, ter pais leitores não garante amor pelas letras. Da mesma maneira, muito leitor apaixonado cresce em lugar onde não há um único livro.
Se você quer desenvolver o hábito da leitura, comece pelo prazer. O que você gosta de ler? Romance água-com-açúcar? Revistas de fofocas? A página policial? Quadrinhos? Internet? Pois leia. Leia um pouquinho todos os dias. Leia sem compromisso. Leia sem querer entender tudo. Enfim, leia com prazer.
Logo, logo, você vai perceber que está lendo cada vez melhor. Que está compreendendo melhor os textos. Que está pensando, falando e escrevendo melhor. Que está podendo – e querendo – ler textos cada vez mais complexos.
Claro que, se você é candidato a algum concurso, vai ter que ler muita coisa por obrigação. Pior: correndo contra o tempo. Se não tem o hábito da leitura, talvez entre difícil e dolorosamente nos tais clássicos. Normal.
Um conselho: comece pelos (bons) resumos. Eles vão lhe dar um norte na hora da leitura dos textos. Outra coisa: não estresse porque não entendeu tudo. Vá lendo, vá lendo... Vá lendo e assimilando o que puder. Alguma coisa vai ficar.
Se depois de tudo, você ainda odiar os livros, simplesmente... não leia. Não leia, oras! Vamos parar com esse masoquismo de ter que sofrer pra ser recompensado no final. Que final, meu filho? Tem final nenhum. Vá cuidar da sua vida. Vá fazer o que lhe interessa e deixe os maníacos do “tem que” se descabelando.
Claro que toda decisão tem uma conseqüência. Mas tudo tem um preço nessa vida, né? Nesse caso, melhor pagar por algo que fizemos por amor. Imagine: fazer algo por obrigação e ainda ter que passar no caixa depois. Credo! &lt;/div&gt;

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Por Philio Terzakis&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.algosobre.com.br/index2.php?option=com_autores&amp;amp;no_html=1&amp;amp;task=verrssdoautor&amp;amp;author=97" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:pterzakis@yahoo.com"&gt;pterzakis@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-4210432422645248784?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4210432422645248784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=4210432422645248784' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/4210432422645248784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/4210432422645248784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/s-love-s-love-para-gostar-de-lr-philio.html' title='Só love, só love (Para gostar de lêr) - Philio Terzakis'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SN4eYpaL6zI/AAAAAAAAAfo/OxGVWoPYfXw/s72-c/sb10063029c-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-4897274451682366415</id><published>2008-08-30T12:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T13:07:44.892-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish - Brian Littrell</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dispensa comentários...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4c236fe7dc3b702" 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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&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Arruma a cangalha na cacunda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;que a rapadura é doce mas não é mole não
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;E genipapo no balaio pesa,
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anda, aperta o passo pra chegar ligeiro,
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Farinha boa se molhar não presta
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Olha lá na curva a chuva no lagedo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;

Quem foi que te disse que a vida é um mar de rosas?
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Rosas têm espinhos, e pedras no caminho
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Daqui até a cidade é pra mais de tantas léguas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Firma o passo, segue em frente,
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Que essa luta não tem trégua
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Fica na beira da estrada quem o fardo não carrega
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;A granel felicidade não custeia o lavrador
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Vamos embora que a jornada é muito longa
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;E não há mais tempo de chorar por mais ninguém
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Lá na feira a gente compra, a gente vende,
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;A gente pede, até barganha aquilo que comprou
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;E te prometo que depois no fim de tudo na Quitanda da Esperança
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu te compro um sonho de açucar mascavo embrulhado num papel de seda azul
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;
Pra te consolar... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-4448585784171430708?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4448585784171430708/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=4448585784171430708' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/4448585784171430708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/4448585784171430708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/feirante-joo-alexandre.html' title='Feirante - João Alexandre'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SLllwXYyslI/AAAAAAAAAfY/DxrCTOsnxBM/s72-c/sb10066227b-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-3282508693642714599</id><published>2008-08-30T12:13:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T10:10:01.056-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Audio da música : Feirante - João Alexandre</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=07919cb" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-3282508693642714599?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3282508693642714599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=3282508693642714599' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/3282508693642714599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/3282508693642714599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/audio-da-msica-feirante-joo-alexandre.html' title='Audio da música : Feirante - João Alexandre'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-1295805472936211782</id><published>2008-08-29T11:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T02:26:22.090-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tua vida é preciosa para Deus!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Deus te criou, te formou e tem um plano maravilhoso para a tua vida.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Você está incluído nos planos eternos de Deus.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Tua vida não é obra do acaso.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Caminhe conosco. Queremos te ajudar nessa extraordinária e fascinante jornada rumo à Glória!Por isso, DEUS TE COLOCOU e nos uniu com o laço de grande amizade,e o nosso propósito é de anunciar o sublime amor de Deus a você que, por ventura, ainda não conhece Jesus e, também, para contribuir com a edificação de todos amigos.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Muitas horas, madrugadas a dentro, estamos pedindo a DEUS POR VOCê que é especial.para que cada palavra possa transmitir a Paz de Cristo.no teu maravilhoso coração.o choro dura uma noite,a alegria vem de manhã.exulte e cante,porque DEUS FEZ GRANDE COISAS POR TI!!!"Se hoje ouvires a voz de Deus, não endureçais o coração."(Salmos 95.7)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-1295805472936211782?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1295805472936211782/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=1295805472936211782' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/1295805472936211782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/1295805472936211782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/tua-vida-e-preciosa-para-deus-deus-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-1988240888591231323</id><published>2008-08-29T11:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T11:06:38.816-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Triunfo do Mal - Edmund</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SLgB1wQYZMI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/WV_tgnyJHn8/s1600-h/cadeira_vazia_-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239940189443876034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SLgB1wQYZMI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/WV_tgnyJHn8/s400/cadeira_vazia_-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;" Tudo o que é necessário para o triunfo do mal, é que os homens de bem nada façam "(Edmund)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-1988240888591231323?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1988240888591231323/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=1988240888591231323' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/1988240888591231323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/1988240888591231323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/triunfo-do-mal-edmund.html' title='Triunfo do Mal - Edmund'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SLgB1wQYZMI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/WV_tgnyJHn8/s72-c/cadeira_vazia_-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-2917553675610430049</id><published>2008-08-29T08:35:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T10:20:11.005-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cadeira Vazia - Autor Desconhecido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SLffAsUVmUI/AAAAAAAAAfI/VEzRQ6wgyc0/s1600-h/cadeira_vazia_-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239901894458317122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SLffAsUVmUI/AAAAAAAAAfI/VEzRQ6wgyc0/s400/cadeira_vazia_-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A filha de um homem pediu ao sacerdote que fosse a sua casa para fazer uma oração com seu pai que estava enfermo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando o sacerdote chegou à residência do enfermo, encontrou um homem bastante doente, numa cama, com a cabeça levantada por um par de almofadas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ao lado da cama havia uma cadeira, e o Pastor entendeu que o homem sabia que viria visitá-lo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suponho que estava me esperando, lhe disse. Não, quem é o senhor?, disse o homem. Sou o sacerdote que sua família pediu que viesse para orar consigo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E quando enxerguei a cadeira vazia ao lado da cama, entendi que o amigo sabia que eu viria vê-lo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh sim, a cadeira, disse o homem na cama. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por favor, poderia fechar a porta?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O sacerdote, surpreso, fechou-a. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nunca contei a ninguém o que agora vou lhe dizer, mas... toda a minha vida se passou sem saber como orar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando costumava ir à igreja, sempre escutava a respeito da oração, que deve-se orar regularmente, os benefícios que a oração traz, etc, mas sempre isso entrou por um ouvido e saiu pelo outro, pois não tinha idéia de como fazê-lo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desta forma, fazia muito tempo que abandonara totalmente qualquer tentativa quanto à oração. Isto foi assim até quatro anos atrás, quando então, conversando com meu melhor amigo, ele me disse:- José, isso de orar é simplesmente ter uma conversa com Jesus. Assim, eu te sugiro que o faças...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Senta-te numa cadeira e coloca outra bem na tua frente. Em seguida, com fé, imagina Jesus sentado diante de ti. Não é nada louco fazê-lo, pois Ele nos disse: "Eu estarei sempre com vocês" ...Portanto, fala com Jesus e escuta-o da mesma maneira como estás fazendo comigo neste momento!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E José continuou falando: É assim que fiz uma vez, e gostei tanto que continuei fazendo umas duas horas por dia desde então. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas sempre tenho muito cuidado que minha filha não se dê conta ou que me enxergue, pois certamente que me internaria imediatamente num sanatório.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O sacerdote sentiu uma grande emoção ao escutar essa narrativa toda, e disse a José que aquilo tudo que estava fazendo era muito bom e não deveria absolutamente parar. Em seguida tomou sua mão, orou com ele, deu-lhe a bênção da saúde, e retirou-se.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dois dias depois, a filha de José tornou a chamar o sacerdote e disse-lhe que seu pai havia falecido. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O sacerdote perguntou se havia falecido em paz, tranqüilamente, sem dor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sim, respondeu a filha. Quando saí de casa, mais ou menos às duas horas da tarde, ele me chamou e fui vê-lo junto à cama. Disse-me, então, que me amava muito, e deu-me um beijo na face. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando voltei das compras, uma hora mais tarde, encontrei-o morto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas há algo estranho a respeito de sua morte, pois, aparentemente, pouco antes de falecer, ele se aproximou da cadeira que estava ao lado da cama e recostou sua cabeça sobre ela, pois foi assim que o encontrei. O que o senhor acha que isso significa???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O sacerdote engoliu em seco, conteve algumas lágrimas que teimavam em rolar de seus olhos, e respondeu com voz rouca: - Seria bom se nós pudéssemos falecer da mesma maneira!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Tessalonicenses 4:14 "Porque, se cremos que Jesus morreu e ressurgiu, assim também aos que dormem, Deus, mediante Jesus, os tornará a trazer juntamente com ele."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que lindo dia quando Jesus voltar a este mundo e todos os que dormiram nEle acordarem deste sono profundo, teremos um dia especial, de alegrias, surpresas, e principalmente de ter a certeza que estamos com Jesus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Este pequeno conto me fez pensar muito em minha comunhão com Deus, se por acaso, só o procuro quando preciso, ou quando não tenho mais alternativas, e graças a Ele descobri que por mais que que me esforce, dependemos cada mais mais dEle para alcançar a tão almejado vida eterna. Em Isaias 55:6 diz "Buscai ao Senhor enquanto se pode achar, invocai-o enquanto está perto." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tome a sua decisão, procure estar com Cristo enquanto ainda se pode achar, não deixe para amanha, semana que vem, ou no próximo ano, busque agora, peça a Deus discernimento entre as crenças dos homens e as crenças de Deus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-2917553675610430049?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2917553675610430049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=2917553675610430049' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/2917553675610430049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/2917553675610430049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/cadeira-vazia-autor-desconhecido.html' title='A Cadeira Vazia - Autor Desconhecido'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SLffAsUVmUI/AAAAAAAAAfI/VEzRQ6wgyc0/s72-c/cadeira_vazia_-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-6399398323524175395</id><published>2008-08-29T08:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T08:34:00.548-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Elegia 3 - Cecília Meireles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SLfeRtua-lI/AAAAAAAAAfA/kUWYpFjtt4w/s1600-h/elegia+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239901087382305362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SLfeRtua-lI/AAAAAAAAAfA/kUWYpFjtt4w/s400/elegia+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Minha tristeza é não poder mostrar-te as nuvens brancas, e as flores novas, como aroma em brasa,com sua coroas crepitantes de abelhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Teus olhos sorririam, agradecendo a Deus o céu e a terra: eu sentiria teu coração feliz como um campo onde choveu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Minha tristeza é não poder acompanhar contigo o desenho das pombas voantes, o destino dos trens pelas montanhas e o brilho tênue de cada estrela brotando à margem do crepúsculo. Tomarias o luar nas tuas mãos, fortes e simples como as pedras,e dirias apenas: ‘ Como vem tão clarinho!’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;E nesse luar das tuas mãos se banharia a minha vida, sem perturbar sua claridade,mas também sem diminuir minha tristeza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-6399398323524175395?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6399398323524175395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=6399398323524175395' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/6399398323524175395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/6399398323524175395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/elegia-3-ceclia-meireles.html' title='Elegia 3 - Cecília Meireles'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SLfeRtua-lI/AAAAAAAAAfA/kUWYpFjtt4w/s72-c/elegia+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-3043689612228475493</id><published>2008-08-28T15:57:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T16:06:10.906-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Elegia 2 - Cecília Meireles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SLb1zHLosoI/AAAAAAAAAe4/ueQdrAsr_7U/s1600-h/elegia+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239645474942136962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SLb1zHLosoI/AAAAAAAAAe4/ueQdrAsr_7U/s400/elegia+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Neste mês, as cigarras cantam e os trovões caminham por cima da terra,agarrados ao sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Neste mês, ao cair da tarde, a chuva corre pelas montanhas,e depois a noite é mais clara,e o canto dos grilos faz palpitar o cheiro molhado do chão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas tudo é inútil,porque os teus ouvidos estão como conchas vazias,e a tua narina imóvel não recebe mais notíciado mundo que circula no vento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Neste mês, sobre as frutas maduras cai o beijo áspero das vespas...- e o arrulho dos pássaros encrespa a sombra,com água que borbulha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Neste mês, abrem-se cravos de perfume profundo e obscuro a areia queima branca e seca,junto ao mar lampejante:de cada fronte desce uma lágrima de calor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas tudo é inútil,porque estás encostada à terra fresca,e os teus olhos não buscam mais lugares nesta paisagem luminosa,e as tuas mãos não se arredondam já para a colheita nem para a carícia. Neste mês, começa o ano, de novo,e eu queria abraçar-te. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas tudo é inútil: eu e tu sabemos que é inútil que o ano comece. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Cecília Meireles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-3043689612228475493?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3043689612228475493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=3043689612228475493' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/3043689612228475493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/3043689612228475493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/elegia-2-ceclia-meireles.html' title='Elegia 2 - Cecília Meireles'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SLb1zHLosoI/AAAAAAAAAe4/ueQdrAsr_7U/s72-c/elegia+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-4416153253316198281</id><published>2008-08-28T15:25:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T15:56:26.262-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Elegia 1 - Cecília Meireles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SLb0UO4TOGI/AAAAAAAAAew/zgje11wYL3Y/s1600-h/Elegia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239643844920948834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SLb0UO4TOGI/AAAAAAAAAew/zgje11wYL3Y/s400/Elegia1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Minha primeira lágrima caiu dentro dos teus olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tive medo de a enxugar: para não saberes que havia caído.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No dia seguinte, estavas imóvel, na tua forma definitiva,modelada pela noite, pelas estrelas, pelas minhas mãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Exalava-se de ti o mesmo frio do orvalho; a mesma claridade da lua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vi aquele dia levantar-se inutilmente para as tuas pálpebras,e a voz dos pássaros e a das águas de correr, - sem que a recolhessem teus ouvidos inertes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Onde ficou teu outro corpo? Na parede? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nos móveis? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No teto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Inclinei-me sobre o teu rosto, absoluta, como um espelho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E tristemente te procurava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas também isso foi inútil, como tudo mais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Cecília Meireles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-4416153253316198281?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4416153253316198281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=4416153253316198281' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/4416153253316198281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/4416153253316198281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/elegia-1-ceclia-meireles.html' title='Elegia 1 - Cecília Meireles'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SLb0UO4TOGI/AAAAAAAAAew/zgje11wYL3Y/s72-c/Elegia1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-2948132673109468478</id><published>2008-08-27T10:52:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T10:32:34.589-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pai Nosso - João Alexandre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;A oração que Jesus nos ensinou na doce e suave voz de João Alexandre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

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&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;55-82-9901-1010 /  55-82-3214-1731&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-5612280430451636740?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5612280430451636740/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=5612280430451636740' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/5612280430451636740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/5612280430451636740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/criana-desaparecida.html' title='Criança Desaparecida'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SLVQSvg4E1I/AAAAAAAAAeA/qhk0vRgfyx8/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-2819461348544768974</id><published>2008-08-22T15:49:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T10:10:33.975-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugestão para o fim de semana:  Cruel - Cia. de Dança Deborah Colcker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b  style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b  style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.folhape.com.br/folhape/para_sair/imagens/cruel_deboracolker2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.folhape.com.br/folhape/para_sair/imagens/cruel_deboracolker2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b  style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No espetáculo "Cruel", Deborah Colker propõe um enigma: uma série aberta de  elementos narrativos que só se completa com o olhar do espectador. Cruel se  desenvolve em quatro principais momentos, em dois atos. Corpos em movimento que  exigem a decifração, um novo jogo entre o Acaso e a Necessidade. Histórias  ordinárias, que se repetem na vida das pessoas, e que envolvem amores, amantes,  família, laços que atam e desatam.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando: 22 e 23 de agosto, às 21h

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Onde: Teatro Guararapes (Centro de  Convenções)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Entrada: R$ 70 (platéia), R$ 35 (estudante), R$ 50 (balcão) e R$  25 (estudante). Ingresso de estudante só na bilheteria do teatro&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Informações:  (81) 3427.8020&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-2819461348544768974?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2819461348544768974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=2819461348544768974' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/2819461348544768974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/2819461348544768974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/sugesto-para-o-fim-de-semana.html' title='Sugestão para o fim de semana:  Cruel - Cia. de Dança Deborah Colcker'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-2211559082211572720</id><published>2008-08-20T11:18:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T10:03:03.789-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Última Hora  - João Dieners (1869-1963)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SLAI-e9L5KI/AAAAAAAAAd4/iZ63Lta4pu8/s1600-h/morte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SLAI-e9L5KI/AAAAAAAAAd4/iZ63Lta4pu8/s400/morte.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237696236186494114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ao findar o labor desta vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando a morte ao teu lado chegar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que destino hás de ter, ó amigo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Qual será no futuro teu lar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Meu amigo, hoje tu tens a escolha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vida ou morte, qual vais aceitar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amanhã pode ser muito tarde, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje Cristo te quer libertar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tu procuras a paz neste mundo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em prazeres que passam em vão, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas, na última hora da vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eles não mais te satisfarão.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;
Por acaso sorriste, ó amigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando ouviste falar de Jesus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas é só Ele o único meio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;De salvar, pela morte na cruz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Com a alma manchada não podes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nunca ver o semblante de Deus; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Só os salvos, remidos por Cristo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Poderão ter entrada nos Céus.
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-2211559082211572720?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2211559082211572720/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=2211559082211572720' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/2211559082211572720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/2211559082211572720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/ltima-hora-joo-dieners-1869-1963.html' title='A Última Hora  - João Dieners (1869-1963)'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SLAI-e9L5KI/AAAAAAAAAd4/iZ63Lta4pu8/s72-c/morte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-4782582657619104106</id><published>2008-08-20T11:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T11:17:10.992-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Exemplo de Vida -  Andressa Barragana</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Ay5uBaoE5Y&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Ay5uBaoE5Y&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-4782582657619104106?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4782582657619104106/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=4782582657619104106' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/4782582657619104106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/4782582657619104106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/httpbr.html' title='Exemplo de Vida -  Andressa Barragana'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-1654864279337475617</id><published>2008-08-20T08:47:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T08:59:58.822-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Milagre - Eyshila</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SKwEayC-dSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/ijAk54T7Zqo/s1600-h/milagre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SKwEayC-dSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/ijAk54T7Zqo/s400/milagre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236565324882408738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;O Senhor não abandona os que esperam n'Ele.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Suas mãos estão abertas para  abençoar.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Ele sempre socorre os que clamam&lt;/span&gt;.

&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Só recebe quem pede,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; só acha  quem procura&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;o que bate vê as portas se abrirem&lt;/span&gt;.

&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;E na hora certa o milagre  vem.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Se você precisa de um milagre Deus tem&lt;/span&gt;.


&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Deus tem um milagre  certo&lt;/span&gt; n&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;a hora certa pra você também&lt;/span&gt;.

&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Deus tem o motivo certo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;pra cuidar  da tua vida como ninguém&lt;/span&gt;.

&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Estou falando de alguém que te ama, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;alguém que te  chama&lt;/span&gt;.

&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Se você precisa de um milagre&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; então vem&lt;/span&gt;.
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;
O milagre que você  precisa Deus tem&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Direção, solução, olha meu irmão&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Deus quer te ajudar  a chegar do outro lado&lt;/span&gt;.
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;
Mesmo que as circunstâncias digam não e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; o fardo  esteja muito pesado&lt;/span&gt;.
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;
Não desista, insista, meu irmão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;,siga em frente, em  direção ao seu alvo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;

Porque Deus não tem limites, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;seu amor não tem limites  também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;.

Se você precisa de um milagre Deus tem.&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Composição: Eyshila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-1654864279337475617?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1654864279337475617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=1654864279337475617' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/1654864279337475617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/1654864279337475617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/milagre-eyshila.html' title='Milagre - Eyshila'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SKwEayC-dSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/ijAk54T7Zqo/s72-c/milagre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-437050961443084543</id><published>2008-08-16T11:12:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T09:45:23.925-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Viajando ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SKbicDAY3BI/AAAAAAAAAdo/bdBfhKy4vIU/s1600-h/Foto.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SKbicDAY3BI/AAAAAAAAAdo/bdBfhKy4vIU/s400/Foto.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235120588335930386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Estou viajando para São Miguel dos Milagres - AL com a Cia. Átrios das Artes.

Só volto segunda.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Bom fim de semana e que Deus te abençoe!


Deus é Fiel !!!


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&lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Para que vieste na minha janela meter o nariz?
Se foi por um  verso não sou mais poeta.
Ando tão feliz!
Se é para uma prosa não sou  Anchieta nem venho de Assis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Deixa-te de histórias.
Some-te daqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-7939177567543501213?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7939177567543501213/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=7939177567543501213' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/7939177567543501213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/7939177567543501213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/um-passarinho-vincius-de-moraes.html' title='A um Passarinho - Vinícius de Moraes'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SKbc8_UYWHI/AAAAAAAAAdY/pS7GhTiMv18/s72-c/passa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-3549507516673549653</id><published>2008-08-16T10:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T10:52:29.024-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Soneto do Amor Total -  Vinícius de Moraes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SKbbaX0uJrI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/FTMh2THz1rs/s1600-h/amor+total.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SKbbaX0uJrI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/FTMh2THz1rs/s400/amor+total.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235112862983005874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amo-te tanto, meu amor... não cante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O humano coração com mais  verdade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amo-te como amigo e como amante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Numa sempre diversa  realidade.

Amo-te afim, de um calmo amor prestante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E te amo além,  presente na saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amo-te, enfim, com grande liberdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dentro da  eternidade e a cada instante.

Amo-te como um bicho, simplesmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;De um  amor sem mistério e sem virtude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Com um desejo maciço e permanente.

E  de te amar assim, muito e amiúde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É que um dia em teu corpo de repente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hei  de morrer de amar mais do que pude.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Escutei diversas, lembrei de tantas coisas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-4587689016882187013?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4587689016882187013/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=4587689016882187013' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/4587689016882187013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/4587689016882187013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/vontades.html' title='Vontades ...'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-487684846057503603</id><published>2008-08-15T16:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T16:45:52.249-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Teu Amor  - Catedral</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SKXWepXsVhI/AAAAAAAAAcw/C1EasYI3_b0/s1600-h/teu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SKXWepXsVhI/AAAAAAAAAcw/C1EasYI3_b0/s400/teu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234825963877717522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Teu amor é mais que emoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Caminha pelas notas da canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me faz sentir  mais forte o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não deixa o tempo ser em vão

É simple achar,  nunca diz não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Derrama a fantasia pelo chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E até no meu errar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me dá a  mão

Quero fazer feliz então&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quero fazer feliz então&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;
Teu  amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu quero teu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Preciso desse amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Faz bem para o meu  coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;
Me faz sentir feliz então...
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--google_ad_width = 160; google_ad_height = 600; google_ad_format = '160x600_as';  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-487684846057503603?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/487684846057503603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=487684846057503603' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/487684846057503603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/487684846057503603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/teu-amor-catedral.html' title='Teu Amor  - Catedral'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SKXWepXsVhI/AAAAAAAAAcw/C1EasYI3_b0/s72-c/teu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-5582290439192948796</id><published>2008-08-15T15:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T16:00:47.815-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Áudio da Música " Teu Amor - Catedral "</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" width="366" height="75"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=14e6d6a"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=14e6d6a" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="366" height="75"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-5582290439192948796?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5582290439192948796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=5582290439192948796' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/5582290439192948796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/5582290439192948796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/udio-da-msica-teu-amor-catedral.html' title='Áudio da Música &quot; 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text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SKVq3laZaFI/AAAAAAAAAco/Rbw3J1Cf_D8/s400/sei.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234707645056247890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu sei que vou te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por toda a minha vida eu vou te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em cada  despedida eu vou te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Desesperadamente, eu sei que vou te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E cada  verso meu será&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Prá te dizer que eu sei que vou te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por toda minha  vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu sei que vou chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A cada ausência tua eu vou chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas cada  volta tua há de apagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O que esta ausência tua me causou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu sei que vou  sofrer a eterna desventura de viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A espera de viver ao lado teu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por toda  a minha vida
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Composição: Vinícius de Moraes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-8686369295369923570?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8686369295369923570/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=8686369295369923570' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/8686369295369923570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/8686369295369923570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/eu-sei-que-vou-te-amar-vinicius-de.html' title='Eu Sei Que Vou te Amar  - Vinícius de Moraes'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SKVq3laZaFI/AAAAAAAAAco/Rbw3J1Cf_D8/s72-c/sei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-1196949243345669378</id><published>2008-08-15T08:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T16:01:07.197-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Áudio da música " Eu sei que vou te amar ".</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" width="366" height="75"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=59aa403"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=59aa403" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="366" height="75"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-1196949243345669378?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1196949243345669378/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=1196949243345669378' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/1196949243345669378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/1196949243345669378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/audio-da-msica-eu-sei-que-vou-te-amar.html' title='Áudio da música &quot; Eu sei que vou te amar &quot;.'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-7674748780804319561</id><published>2008-08-14T10:26:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T11:01:20.199-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas de Deus - Autor Desconhecido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SKQylddCo-I/AAAAAAAAAcg/ftYvUIPybFc/s1600-h/coisas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SKQylddCo-I/AAAAAAAAAcg/ftYvUIPybFc/s400/coisas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234364286054343650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;h4  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;font-family:georgia;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Deus ainda fala com as pessoas?

Um  jovem foi para o estudo da Bíblia numa noite de Quarta-feira.

O pastor  dividiu entre ouvir a Deus e obedecer a palavra do Senhor.

O jovem não  pode deixar de querer saber se "Deus ainda fala com as pessoas?".

Após a  pregação ele saiu para um café com os amigos e eles discutiram a mensagem.

De formas diversas eles falaram como Deus tinha conduzido suas vidas de  maneiras diferentes.

Era aproximadamente 10 horas quando o jovem começou  a dirigir-se para casa.

Sentado no seu carro, ele começou a pedir "  Deus! Se ainda falas com as pessoas, fale comigo. Eu irei ouvi-lo. Farei tudo  para obedecê-lo".

Enquanto dirigia pela rua principal da cidade, ele  teve um pensamento muito estranho: "Pare e compre um galão de leite". Ele  balançou a cabeça e falou alto "Deus é o Senhor? ". Ele não obteve resposta e  continuou dirigindo-se para casa.

Porém, novamente, surgiu o pensamento  "compre um galão de leite".

O jovem pensou em Samuel e como ele não  reconheceu a voz de Deus, e como Samuel correu para Eli. "Muito bem, Deus! No  caso de ser o Senhor, eu comprarei o leite". Isso não parece ser um teste de  obediência muito difícil. Ele poderia também usar o leite. O jovem parou,  comprou o leite e reiniciou o caminho de casa.

Quando ele passava pela  sétima rua, novamente ele sentiu um pedido "Vire naquela rua". Isso é loucura,  pensou e, passou direto pelo retorno.

Novamente ele sentiu que deveria  ter virado na sétima rua. No retorno seguinte, ele virou e dirigiu-se pela  sétima rua. Meio brincalhão, ele falou alto "Muito bem, Deus. Eu farei". Ele  passou por algumas quadras quando de repente sentiu que devia parar. Ele Brecou  e olhou em volta. Era uma área misto de comércio e residência. Não era a melhor  área, mas também não era a pior da vizinhança.

Os estabelecimentos  estavam fechados e a maioria das casas estavam escuras, como se as pessoas já  tivessem ido dormir, exceto uma do outro lado que estava acesa.

Novamente, ele sentiu algo, "Vá e dê o leite para as pessoas que estão  naquela casa do outro lado da rua". O jovem olhou a casa. Ele começou a abrir a  porta, mas voltou a sentar-se. "Senhor, isso é loucura. Como posso ir para uma  casa estranha no meio da noite?".

Mais uma vez, ele sentiu que deveria  ir e dar o leite.

Finalmente, ele abriu a porta, "Muito Bem, Deus, se é  o Senhor, eu irei e entregarei o leite àquelas pessoas. Se o Senhor quer que eu  pareça uma pessoa louca, muito bem. Eu quero ser obediente.

Acho que  isso vai contar para alguma coisa, contudo, se eles não responderem  imediatamente, eu vou embora daqui".

Ele atravessou a rua e tocou a  campainha. Ele pôde ouvir uma barulho vindo de dentro, parecido com o choro de  uma criança. A voz de um homem soou alto:

"Quem está aí? O que você  quer?". A porta abriu-se antes que o Jovem pudesse fugir. Em pé, estava um homem  vestido de jeans e camiseta.

Ele tinha um olhar estranho e não parecia  feliz em ver um desconhecido em pé na sua soleira.

"O que é? ". O jovem  entregou-lhe o galão de leite. "Comprei isto para vocês". O homem pegou o leite  e correu para dentro falando alto.

Depois, uma mulher passou pelo  corredor carregando o leite e foi para a cozinha. O homem seguia-a segurando no  braços uma criança que chorava.

Lágrimas corriam pela face do homem e,  ele começou a falar, meio soluçando "Nós oramos. Tínhamos muitos contas para  pagar este mês e o nosso dinheiro havia acabado.

Não tínhamos mais leite  para o nosso bebê. Apenas orei e pedi a Deus que me mostrasse uma maneira de  conseguir leite". Sua esposa gritou lá da cozinha:

"Pedi a Deus para  mandar um anjo com um pouco... Você é um anjo?

* jovem pegou a sua  carteira e tirou todo dinheiro que havia nela e colocou-o na mão do homem.

Ele voltou-se e foi para o carro, enquanto as lágrimas corriam pela sua  face. Ele experimentou que Deus ainda responde os pedidos.
Agora, um simples  teste para você: Se você acredita em instintos verdadeiros, mande esta mensagem  para todos os seus amigos.
Você tem 24h por dia, gasta com muitas  coisas.

Quanto tempo você leva para parar um pouquinho e ouvir Deus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4  style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ouça Deus!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-7674748780804319561?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7674748780804319561/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=7674748780804319561' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/7674748780804319561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/7674748780804319561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/coisas-de-deus-autor-desconhecido.html' title='Coisas de Deus - Autor Desconhecido'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SKQylddCo-I/AAAAAAAAAcg/ftYvUIPybFc/s72-c/coisas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-1637646576681311761</id><published>2008-08-14T10:23:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T10:56:40.443-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Milagre de Um Novo Dia - Silvia Schmidt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SKQx4XpqR3I/AAAAAAAAAcY/Sji5Nq9iG18/s1600-h/milagre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SKQx4XpqR3I/AAAAAAAAAcY/Sji5Nq9iG18/s400/milagre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234363511402547058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;h4  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoje eu me levantei cedo pensando  no que tenho&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para fazer antes que o relógio marque meia noite.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu tenho  responsabilidades para cumprir hoje.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu sou importante.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É minha função  escolher que tipo de dia terei hoje.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoje eu posso reclamar porque está  chovendo&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ou posso agradecer às águas&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por lavarem energias pesadas. &lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoje eu posso ficar triste por não ter muito dinheiro&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ou posso me  sentir encorajado para administrar&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;minhas finanças sabiamente,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mantendo-me  longe de desperdícios.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoje eu posso reclamar sobre minha saúde&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ou  posso dar graças a Deus por estar vivo.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoje eu posso me queixar dos  meus pais&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por não terem me dado tudo que eu queria&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quando estava  crescendo,ou posso ser&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grato a eles por terem permitido que eu nascesse. &lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoje eu posso lamentar decepções com amigos&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ou posso observar  oportunidades&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de ter novas amizades.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoje eu posso reclamar por ter  que trabalhar&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ou posso vibrar de alegria por ter um trabalho&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que me põe  ativo.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoje eu posso choramingar por ter que ir à escola&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ou abrir  minha mente com entusiasmo&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para novos conhecimentos.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoje eu posso  sentir tédio com trabalho doméstico&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ou posso agradecer a Deus por ter  dado-me a bênção&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de um teto que abriga meus pertences,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meu corpo e minha  alma.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoje eu posso olhar para o dia de ontem&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e lamentar as coisas  que não saíram como&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eu planejei ou posso alegrar-me&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por ter o dia de hoje  para recomeçar.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O dia de hoje está à minha frente esperando&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para ser  o que eu quiser.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E aqui estou eu, o escultor que pode dar-lhe forma. &lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Depende de mim como será o dia de hoje&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;diante de tudo que  encontrarei.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A escolha está em minhas mãos:&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoje eu posso enxergar  minha vida vazia&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ou posso alegremente receber&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o Milagre de Um Novo  Dia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (Silvia Schmidit)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 class="fr0"&gt;
&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-1637646576681311761?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1637646576681311761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=1637646576681311761' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/1637646576681311761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/1637646576681311761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-milagre-de-um-novo-dia-silvia-schmidt.html' title='O Milagre de Um Novo Dia - Silvia Schmidt'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SKQx4XpqR3I/AAAAAAAAAcY/Sji5Nq9iG18/s72-c/milagre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-3747168694431064699</id><published>2008-08-14T10:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T10:57:41.977-03:00</updated><title type='text'>É Proibido Pensar - Pablo Neruda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SKQxS42dHSI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/elBPFLhWDtg/s1600-h/proibido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SKQxS42dHSI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/elBPFLhWDtg/s400/proibido.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234362867479551266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;h4  style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;É Proibido

É proibido chorar sem aprender,
Levantar-se  um dia sem saber o que fazer
Ter medo de suas lembranças.

É proibido  não rir dos problemas
Não lutar pelo que se quer,
Abandonar tudo por  medo,

Não transformar sonhos em realidade.
É proibido não demonstrar  amor
Fazer com que alguém pague por tuas dúvidas e mau-humor.
É proibido  deixar os amigos

Não tentar compreender o que viveram juntos
Chamá-los  somente quando necessita deles.
É proibido não ser você mesmo diante das  pessoas,
Fingir que elas não te importam,

Ser gentil só para que se  lembrem de você,
Esquecer aqueles que gostam de você.
É proibido não fazer  as coisas por si mesmo,
Não crer em Deus e fazer seu destino,

Ter medo  da vida e de seus compromissos,
Não viver cada dia como se fosse um último  suspiro.
É proibido sentir saudades de alguém sem se alegrar,

Esquecer  seus olhos, seu sorriso, só porque seus caminhos  se
desencontraram,
Esquecer seu passado e pagá-lo com seu presente.
É  proibido não tentar compreender as pessoas,
Pensar que as vidas deles valem  mais que a sua,

Não saber que cada um tem seu caminho e sua sorte.
É  proibido não criar sua história,
Deixar de dar graças a Deus por sua  vida,

Não ter um momento para quem necessita de você,
Não compreender  que o que a vida te dá, também te tira.
É proibido não buscar a  felicidade,

Não viver sua vida com uma atitude positiva,
Não pensar  que podemos ser melhores,
Não sentir que sem você este mundo não seria  igual.
É Proibido

É proibido chorar sem aprender,
Levantar-se um  dia sem saber o que fazer
Ter medo de suas lembranças.

É proibido não  rir dos problemas
Não lutar pelo que se quer,
Abandonar tudo por  medo,

Não transformar sonhos em realidade.
É proibido não demonstrar  amor
Fazer com que alguém pague por tuas dúvidas e mau-humor.
É proibido  deixar os amigos

Não tentar compreender o que viveram juntos
Chamá-los  somente quando necessita deles.
É proibido não ser você mesmo diante das  pessoas,
Fingir que elas não te importam,

Ser gentil só para que se  lembrem de você,
Esquecer aqueles que gostam de você.
É proibido não fazer  as coisas por si mesmo,
Não crer em Deus e fazer seu destino,

Ter medo  da vida e de seus compromissos,
Não viver cada dia como se fosse um último  suspiro.
É proibido sentir saudades de alguém sem se alegrar,

Esquecer  seus olhos, seu sorriso, só porque seus caminhos  se
desencontraram,
Esquecer seu passado e pagá-lo com seu presente.
É  proibido não tentar compreender as pessoas,
Pensar que as vidas deles valem  mais que a sua,

Não saber que cada um tem seu caminho e sua sorte.
É  proibido não criar sua história,
Deixar de dar graças a Deus por sua  vida,

Não ter um momento para quem necessita de você,
Não compreender  que o que a vida te dá, também te tira.
É proibido não buscar a  felicidade,

Não viver sua vida com uma atitude positiva,
Não pensar  que podemos ser melhores,
Não sentir que sem você este mundo não seria  igual.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4  style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Pablo Neruda)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-3747168694431064699?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3747168694431064699/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=3747168694431064699' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/3747168694431064699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/3747168694431064699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/proibido-pensar-pablo-neruda.html' title='É Proibido Pensar - Pablo Neruda'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SKQxS42dHSI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/elBPFLhWDtg/s72-c/proibido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778180755772667150.post-6771925262950644785</id><published>2008-08-14T10:10:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T10:59:01.224-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vida - Charles Chaplin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SKQu5J4fwbI/AAAAAAAAAcI/p3xfWirevbw/s1600-h/sb10067150e-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SKQu5J4fwbI/AAAAAAAAAcI/p3xfWirevbw/s400/sb10067150e-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234360226351661490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h4  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A vida me ensinou...
A dizer adeus às pessoas que amo,
Sem  tira-las do meu coração;

Sorrir às pessoas que não gostam de mim,
Para  mostra-las que sou diferente do que elas pensam;

Fazer de conta que tudo  está bem quando isso não é verdade,
Para que eu possa acreditar que tudo vai  mudar;

Calar-me para ouvir;
Aprender com meus erros .
Afinal eu  posso ser sempre melhor.

A lutar contra as injustiças;
Sorrir quando o  que mais desejo é gritar todas as minhas dores para o mundo,

A ser forte  quando os que amo estão com problemas;
Ser carinhosa com todos que precisam  do meu carinho;
Ouvir a todos que só precisam desabafar;

Amar aos que  me machucam ou querem fazer de mim depósito de suas frustrações e  desafetos;
Perdoar incondicionalmente,
Pois já precisei desse  perdão;
Amar incondicionalmente,
Pois também preciso desse amor;

A  alegrar a quem precisa;
A pedir perdão;
A sonhar acordado;
A acordar  para a realidade (sempre que fosse necessário);
A aproveitar cada instante de  felicidade;

A chorar de saudade sem vergonha de demonstrar;
Me ensinou  a ter olhos para "ver e ouvir estrelas", embora nem sempre consiga entendê-las;
A ver o encanto do pôr-do-sol;

A sentir a dor do adeus e do que se  acaba, sempre lutando para preservar tudo o que é importante para a felicidade  do meu ser;

A abrir minhas janelas para o amor;
A não temer o futuro;

Me ensinou e esta me ensinando a aproveitar o presente, como um presente  que da vida recebi, e usá-lo como um diamante que eu mesma tenha que lapidar,  lhe dando forma da maneira que eu escolher.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 class="fr0"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;(Charles Chaplin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2778180755772667150-6771925262950644785?l=welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6771925262950644785/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2778180755772667150&amp;postID=6771925262950644785' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/6771925262950644785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2778180755772667150/posts/default/6771925262950644785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomehomeyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/vida-charles-chaplin.html' title='A Vida - Charles Chaplin'/><author><name>Giselle Augustus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189650037743457954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8jRWCOEtak/TdqBJD850kI/AAAAAAAABCw/758R_ESgyyA/s220/OgAAAAF16ope27WmxAJeeatzifB_ofNy17LCBXVul8vDJ1tR7MpxiiacrNK0b58BLaHuzsP6jHEc1XuPFPf2gMdmBHoAm1T1UH2u8boI1vdU11A45N6YAflO43mk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RkN-Ejk6_DE/SKQu5J4fwbI/AAAAAAAAAcI/p3xfWirevbw/s72-c/sb10067150e-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
