<?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-7501009725252253961</id><updated>2011-08-01T17:37:28.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SoulKyn's Blogs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501009725252253961/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15315569015959106736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/TTG41Lmjq-I/AAAAAAAAAbc/J7R7YD8V9WQ/S220/OgAAAAYy116NMtu_epI_YVsItVBrqtvmE7ELtxx3rSUw2S0kjybVChcY4qsrnJUkfiElfi2olJzba3CyoCBkdHh0mpgAm1T1UFzNgZmap3Ha_5Tpzp4sKdl1Rrt8.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501009725252253961.post-7548364450776334651</id><published>2011-06-07T21:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T21:49:19.773-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Davi nos Jogos de 5 erros</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Mkah-ZVtLLQ?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7501009725252253961-7548364450776334651?l=soulkyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7548364450776334651/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/2011/06/davi-nos-jogos-de-5-erros.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501009725252253961/posts/default/7548364450776334651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501009725252253961/posts/default/7548364450776334651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/2011/06/davi-nos-jogos-de-5-erros.html' title='Davi nos Jogos de 5 erros'/><author><name>Kyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15315569015959106736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/TTG41Lmjq-I/AAAAAAAAAbc/J7R7YD8V9WQ/S220/OgAAAAYy116NMtu_epI_YVsItVBrqtvmE7ELtxx3rSUw2S0kjybVChcY4qsrnJUkfiElfi2olJzba3CyoCBkdHh0mpgAm1T1UFzNgZmap3Ha_5Tpzp4sKdl1Rrt8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Mkah-ZVtLLQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501009725252253961.post-3301248338089352787</id><published>2011-05-15T21:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T22:02:54.133-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U64L-nedUUc/TdB29n-b_tI/AAAAAAAAAc4/HgluOW-cKEE/s1600/Diapositivo1.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U64L-nedUUc/TdB29n-b_tI/AAAAAAAAAc4/HgluOW-cKEE/s400/Diapositivo1.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607112337151229650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"No meio do caminho tinha uma pedra&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;tinha uma pedra no meio do caminho &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;tinha uma pedra &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;no meio do caminho tinha uma pedra.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nunca me esquecerei desse acontecimento&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;na vida de minhas retinas tão fatigadas. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nunca me esquecerei que no meio do caminho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;tinha uma pedra&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;tinha uma pedra no meio do caminho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;no meio do caminho tinha uma pedra."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7501009725252253961-3301248338089352787?l=soulkyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3301248338089352787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-meio-do-caminho-tinha-uma-pedra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501009725252253961/posts/default/3301248338089352787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501009725252253961/posts/default/3301248338089352787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-meio-do-caminho-tinha-uma-pedra.html' title=''/><author><name>Kyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15315569015959106736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/TTG41Lmjq-I/AAAAAAAAAbc/J7R7YD8V9WQ/S220/OgAAAAYy116NMtu_epI_YVsItVBrqtvmE7ELtxx3rSUw2S0kjybVChcY4qsrnJUkfiElfi2olJzba3CyoCBkdHh0mpgAm1T1UFzNgZmap3Ha_5Tpzp4sKdl1Rrt8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U64L-nedUUc/TdB29n-b_tI/AAAAAAAAAc4/HgluOW-cKEE/s72-c/Diapositivo1.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501009725252253961.post-4834337534452489091</id><published>2011-01-15T12:14:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T12:43:48.541-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;És tu, perfeito como a flor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/TTGr5r9T-yI/AAAAAAAAAbU/8HoydvlipfE/s1600/anjo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 689px; display: block; height: 228px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562416022320053026" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/TTGr5r9T-yI/AAAAAAAAAbU/8HoydvlipfE/s320/anjo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Eu tentei escrever, mas não encontrei palavras para dizer, descrever tudo o que eu sinto hoje por você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Ninguém fez tanto assim por mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Sei que não tem fim o que eu sinto hoje por você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Então, vou me calar e deixar que o meu olhar revele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;É melhor, bem melhor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Sentimentos revelados no olhar, quem pode duvidar de um olhar quando interpreta um coração?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Vem de dentro do peito o amor que envolve nossas vidas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Vem de Deus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Impossível que não seja assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Nada pode ser tão perfeito se não fossemos feitos um para o outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Se meu coração for ferido com palavras que eu não quero ouvir e ainda assim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;O amor arder dentro de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;É perfeito como a flor e se toda perfeição procede naturalmente entre nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;É perfeito por você o meu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7501009725252253961-4834337534452489091?l=soulkyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4834337534452489091/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-tentei-escrever-mas-nao-encontrei.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501009725252253961/posts/default/4834337534452489091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501009725252253961/posts/default/4834337534452489091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-tentei-escrever-mas-nao-encontrei.html' title=''/><author><name>Kyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15315569015959106736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/TTG41Lmjq-I/AAAAAAAAAbc/J7R7YD8V9WQ/S220/OgAAAAYy116NMtu_epI_YVsItVBrqtvmE7ELtxx3rSUw2S0kjybVChcY4qsrnJUkfiElfi2olJzba3CyoCBkdHh0mpgAm1T1UFzNgZmap3Ha_5Tpzp4sKdl1Rrt8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/TTGr5r9T-yI/AAAAAAAAAbU/8HoydvlipfE/s72-c/anjo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501009725252253961.post-5877821638415856227</id><published>2010-03-11T22:56:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T23:04:42.250-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/S5mg8g6i3EI/AAAAAAAAAao/C8U2K0cQjy0/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 344px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447562185769409602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/S5mg8g6i3EI/AAAAAAAAAao/C8U2K0cQjy0/s320/001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ontem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui&lt;br /&gt;Tu foste&lt;br /&gt;Ele foi&lt;br /&gt;Nós fomos o início de tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hoje...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou&lt;br /&gt;Tu és&lt;br /&gt;Ele é&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos a vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Amanhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu terei&lt;br /&gt;Tu terás&lt;br /&gt;Ele terá&lt;br /&gt;Nós teremos a recompensa de Deus por ter iniciado, e vivido conforme seus ensinamentos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7501009725252253961-5877821638415856227?l=soulkyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5877821638415856227/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/2010/03/ontem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501009725252253961/posts/default/5877821638415856227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501009725252253961/posts/default/5877821638415856227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/2010/03/ontem.html' title=''/><author><name>Kyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15315569015959106736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/TTG41Lmjq-I/AAAAAAAAAbc/J7R7YD8V9WQ/S220/OgAAAAYy116NMtu_epI_YVsItVBrqtvmE7ELtxx3rSUw2S0kjybVChcY4qsrnJUkfiElfi2olJzba3CyoCBkdHh0mpgAm1T1UFzNgZmap3Ha_5Tpzp4sKdl1Rrt8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/S5mg8g6i3EI/AAAAAAAAAao/C8U2K0cQjy0/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501009725252253961.post-2506987394207980018</id><published>2009-01-24T22:17:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:22:32.278-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SXuv8qF3LUI/AAAAAAAAAaI/BuPkRdbkFUk/s1600-h/P5081090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SXuv8qF3LUI/AAAAAAAAAaI/BuPkRdbkFUk/s320/P5081090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295019243530038594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Assim, o poeta Castro Alves inicia seu poema Vozes da África. É o lamento do Continente Africano, vendo seus filhos serem levados como animais ao mercado de escravos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Deus! Ó Deus! Onde estás que não respondes!&lt;br /&gt;Em que mundo, em qu´estrela tu t´escondes&lt;br /&gt;Embuçado nos céus?&lt;br /&gt;Há dois mil anos Te mandei meu grito,&lt;br /&gt;Que embalde, desde então, corre o infinito...&lt;br /&gt;Onde estás, senhor Deus?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À semelhança dos versos do poeta, muitas vozes se ergueram quando aconteceu o 11 de setembro de 2001, para indagar onde estava Deus naquele momento.&lt;br /&gt;Por que permitiu que mais de duas mil vidas fossem destroçadas naquela manhã? Por quê?&lt;br /&gt;Poder-se-ia perguntar ainda onde estava Deus quando fomentamos a Primeira e a Segunda Guerra Mundial.&lt;br /&gt;Quando eliminamos seis milhões de judeus, em nome de uma inexistente superioridade ariana.&lt;br /&gt;E quando empreendemos as cruzadas, levando a morte àqueles que qualificávamos como infiéis?&lt;br /&gt;E durante a Inquisição de tanta barbárie?&lt;br /&gt;E todos os dias, onde está Deus?&lt;br /&gt;Onde está Deus quando enganamos nosso irmão? Quando mentimos para conseguir favores que desejamos?&lt;br /&gt;Quando desonramos o lar, com o adultério? Quando eliminamos a vida no ventre materno, porque não desejamos o ser em gestação?&lt;br /&gt;Onde está Deus quando deixamos nossos filhos à matroca, sem orientação, porque preferimos a acomodação?&lt;br /&gt;Onde está Deus quando, utilizando o poder que o mundo nos confere, ferimos pessoas, destruímos a honra de outras vidas?&lt;br /&gt;Onde está Deus quando levantamos as bandeiras da pena de morte ao nosso irmão? Ou da eutanásia?&lt;br /&gt;Para todas as perguntas, a resposta é a mesma: Deus está dentro de nós, dentro de cada criatura.&lt;br /&gt;Soberanamente sábio, criou-nos a todos iguais, partindo de um mesmo ponto de simplicidade e ignorância.&lt;br /&gt;Criou os mundos para que neles trabalhássemos, utilizássemos nossas forças e crescêssemos em intelecto e moral.&lt;br /&gt;A ninguém concedeu privilégios. A todos concedeu o livre-arbítrio, com a conseqüente Lei de Causa e Efeito.&lt;br /&gt;Estabeleceu que a cada um será dado conforme as suas obras e que todos deverão chegar ao mesmo destino, não importa quanto demore: a perfeição.&lt;br /&gt;Ele nos permite a livre semeadura, mas estabelece que a colheita seja obrigatória.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, uns semeiam ventos e colhem tempestades. Outros lançam ao solo as sementes da bondade, do bem e alcançam felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Uns estão semeando hoje. Outros tantos estão realizando a colheita das bênçãos ou das desgraças que se permitiram semear.&lt;br /&gt;Conhecedor das fragilidades de Seus filhos, aguarda que cada um desperte, a seu tempo, cansado das dores que para si mesmo conseguiu.&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, não indague onde está Deus, quando você contemple a injustiça. Trabalhe pela justiça.&lt;br /&gt;Não pergunte onde está Deus, quando observe a violência. Semeie a paz.&lt;br /&gt;Não questione onde está Deus quando a miséria campeia. Utilize seus recursos para semear riquezas.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, onde quer que você esteja, lembre que Deus está em você e com você. E espera que você seja o Seu mensageiro de bênçãos, onde se encontre.&lt;br /&gt;Pense nisso. Pense agora e comece a demonstrar ao mundo o Deus que existe em sua intimidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7501009725252253961-2506987394207980018?l=soulkyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2506987394207980018/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/2009/01/assim-o-poeta-castro-alves-inicia-seu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501009725252253961/posts/default/2506987394207980018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501009725252253961/posts/default/2506987394207980018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/2009/01/assim-o-poeta-castro-alves-inicia-seu.html' title=''/><author><name>Kyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15315569015959106736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/TTG41Lmjq-I/AAAAAAAAAbc/J7R7YD8V9WQ/S220/OgAAAAYy116NMtu_epI_YVsItVBrqtvmE7ELtxx3rSUw2S0kjybVChcY4qsrnJUkfiElfi2olJzba3CyoCBkdHh0mpgAm1T1UFzNgZmap3Ha_5Tpzp4sKdl1Rrt8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SXuv8qF3LUI/AAAAAAAAAaI/BuPkRdbkFUk/s72-c/P5081090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501009725252253961.post-3840798623971233220</id><published>2009-01-21T01:57:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T02:01:00.269-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SXadRXjzeKI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/UncIxuRl1Rs/s1600-h/PC213600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SXadRXjzeKI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/UncIxuRl1Rs/s320/PC213600.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293591333728123042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); "&gt;N&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a vida as coisas, às vezes, andam muito devagar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mas é importante não parar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mesmo um pequeno avanço na direção certa já é um progresso, e qualquer um pode fazer um pequeno progresso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Se você não conseguir fazer uma coisa grandiosa hoje, faça alguma coisa pequena. Pequenos riachos acabam convertendo-se em grandes rios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Continue andando e fazendo.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;O que parecia fora de alcance esta manhã vai parecer um pouco mais próximo amanhã ao anoitecer se você continuar movendo-se para frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A cada momento intenso e apaixonado que você dedica a seu objetivo, um pouquinho mais você se aproxima dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Se você pára completamente é muito mais difícil começar tudo de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Então continue andando e fazendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Não desperdice a base que você já construiu. Existe alguma coisa que você pode fazer agora mesmo, hoje, neste exato instante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pode não ser muito mas vai mantê-lo no jogo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Vá rápido quando puder. Vá devagar quando for obrigado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mas, seja, lá o que for, continue. O importante é não parar!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7501009725252253961-3840798623971233220?l=soulkyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3840798623971233220/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/2009/01/n-vida-as-coisas-s-vezes-andam-muito.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501009725252253961/posts/default/3840798623971233220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501009725252253961/posts/default/3840798623971233220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/2009/01/n-vida-as-coisas-s-vezes-andam-muito.html' title=''/><author><name>Kyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15315569015959106736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/TTG41Lmjq-I/AAAAAAAAAbc/J7R7YD8V9WQ/S220/OgAAAAYy116NMtu_epI_YVsItVBrqtvmE7ELtxx3rSUw2S0kjybVChcY4qsrnJUkfiElfi2olJzba3CyoCBkdHh0mpgAm1T1UFzNgZmap3Ha_5Tpzp4sKdl1Rrt8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SXadRXjzeKI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/UncIxuRl1Rs/s72-c/PC213600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501009725252253961.post-7609528400297669190</id><published>2008-11-30T00:06:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T00:51:47.728-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/STH-5ncasII/AAAAAAAAAU0/L-ZSpXutVxM/s1600-h/Meus+documentos.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274276904421732482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/STH-5ncasII/AAAAAAAAAU0/L-ZSpXutVxM/s400/Meus+documentos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Quantos conselh0s a gente já deu na vida para as pessoas mas que na prática não seríam0s capazes de realizar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Quantas vezes criticamos as pessoas por atitudes que nós também cometemos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Vivemos muito em cima do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"faça 0 que eu digo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;não faça o que eu faço"! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Somos capazes de indicar o melhor caminho para qualquer pessoa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;menos acertar o nosso próprio rumo na vida... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Quando a gente fala parece tã0 simples e fácil as atitudes que os outros devem tomar, m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;as porque quando é nós que temos que tomar estas atitudes parece tudo tão complicado e difícil as vezes até completamente impraticável... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mas mesmo assim somos capazes de dizer para uma outra pessoa fazer exatamente aquil0 que nao conseguimos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Será que somos fracos demais, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ou imaginamos que o outro é que é forte e capaz ou ainda simplismente ignoramos o fat0 de que nem tudo é tao simples assim..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7501009725252253961-7609528400297669190?l=soulkyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7609528400297669190/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/quantos-conselh0s-gente-j-deu-na-vida.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501009725252253961/posts/default/7609528400297669190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501009725252253961/posts/default/7609528400297669190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/quantos-conselh0s-gente-j-deu-na-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Kyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15315569015959106736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/TTG41Lmjq-I/AAAAAAAAAbc/J7R7YD8V9WQ/S220/OgAAAAYy116NMtu_epI_YVsItVBrqtvmE7ELtxx3rSUw2S0kjybVChcY4qsrnJUkfiElfi2olJzba3CyoCBkdHh0mpgAm1T1UFzNgZmap3Ha_5Tpzp4sKdl1Rrt8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/STH-5ncasII/AAAAAAAAAU0/L-ZSpXutVxM/s72-c/Meus+documentos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501009725252253961.post-1570878911502539142</id><published>2008-11-28T12:19:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T12:22:38.865-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SS_-N7RvhXI/AAAAAAAAAUs/tRPjCJnqgYM/s1600-h/untitled123.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273713203878004082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SS_-N7RvhXI/AAAAAAAAAUs/tRPjCJnqgYM/s320/untitled123.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Persistência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Há um segredo para a persistência? Por que nos debatemos em certos momentos da vida e em outros tudo passa? Auto-engano? Quando estamos próximos de nossa própria compreensão é o pior momento, porque não admitiremos errar e não iremos querer voltar mais os nossos olhos para trás, muito menos, para dentro de nós mesmo. A vida poderia ser encarada como a soma de momentos e pessoas as quais nos tornem cada vez mais próximos de nossa própria compreensão. Devemos amar e respeitar tudo que desperta nossos processos internos de criatividade e de pensamento. A imaginação pode ser extrapolada para todas as circunstâncias de nossa vida. Há sabedoria latente nesse planeta desde o momento que acordamos até o momento da morte. A persistência poderia ser caracterizada pelo susto da alma, todas as vezes que é obrigada a olhar-se no espelho.&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/7501009725252253961-1570878911502539142?l=soulkyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1570878911502539142/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/persistncia-h-um-segredo-para.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501009725252253961/posts/default/1570878911502539142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501009725252253961/posts/default/1570878911502539142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/persistncia-h-um-segredo-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Kyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15315569015959106736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/TTG41Lmjq-I/AAAAAAAAAbc/J7R7YD8V9WQ/S220/OgAAAAYy116NMtu_epI_YVsItVBrqtvmE7ELtxx3rSUw2S0kjybVChcY4qsrnJUkfiElfi2olJzba3CyoCBkdHh0mpgAm1T1UFzNgZmap3Ha_5Tpzp4sKdl1Rrt8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SS_-N7RvhXI/AAAAAAAAAUs/tRPjCJnqgYM/s72-c/untitled123.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501009725252253961.post-8069473264396524224</id><published>2008-11-26T01:39:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T01:49:25.972-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SSzFt8Es8XI/AAAAAAAAAUk/elil_RQRFFc/s1600-h/P5111265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272806656754643314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SSzFt8Es8XI/AAAAAAAAAUk/elil_RQRFFc/s320/P5111265.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vida é feita de coisas muito simples... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cada um tem um jeito de se expressar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muitas não sabe dizer:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"eu te amo"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E acabam deixando passar o momento...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixando escapar a chance de "ser" e "fazer" alguém feliz...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra viver feliz é preciso muito pouco...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um olhar carinhoso....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um aperto de mão....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um sorriso....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um beijo demorado....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma brincadeira sadia...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Basta a presença de alguém para que tudo o mais seja só felicidade...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viva cada instante com amor e dignidade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E no futoro conte ao seus filhos e netos o segredo para se viver feliz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser amigo é tudo que importa!&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/7501009725252253961-8069473264396524224?l=soulkyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8069473264396524224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/vida-feita-de-coisas-muito-simples.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501009725252253961/posts/default/8069473264396524224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501009725252253961/posts/default/8069473264396524224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/vida-feita-de-coisas-muito-simples.html' title=''/><author><name>Kyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15315569015959106736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/TTG41Lmjq-I/AAAAAAAAAbc/J7R7YD8V9WQ/S220/OgAAAAYy116NMtu_epI_YVsItVBrqtvmE7ELtxx3rSUw2S0kjybVChcY4qsrnJUkfiElfi2olJzba3CyoCBkdHh0mpgAm1T1UFzNgZmap3Ha_5Tpzp4sKdl1Rrt8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SSzFt8Es8XI/AAAAAAAAAUk/elil_RQRFFc/s72-c/P5111265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501009725252253961.post-2237203491406311049</id><published>2008-11-25T16:55:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T17:16:15.114-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SSxMotZpUwI/AAAAAAAAAUc/cdapQhMnQ5I/s1600-h/P5040856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272673526009647874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SSxMotZpUwI/AAAAAAAAAUc/cdapQhMnQ5I/s400/P5040856.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não importa onde você parou... Em que momento da vida você cansou...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que importa é que sempre é possível recomeçar. Recomeçar é dar uma nova chance a si mesmo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É renovar as esperanças na vida e, o mais importante...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acreditar em você de novo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sofreu muito neste período?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foi aprendizado...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorou muito?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foi limpeza da alma...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ficou com raiva das pessoas?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foi para perdoá-las um dia...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentiu-se só diversas vezes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É porque fechaste a porta até para os anjos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acreditou que tudo estava perdido?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Era o início da tua melhora...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde você quer chegar?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ir alto? Sonhe alto...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queira o melhor do melhor... Se pensarmos pequeno...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coisas pequenas teremos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas se desejarmos fortemente o melhor e, principalmente, lutarmos pelo melhor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O melhor vai se instalar em nossa vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque sou do tamanho daquilo que vejo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e não do tamanho da minha altura.&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/7501009725252253961-2237203491406311049?l=soulkyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2237203491406311049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-importa-onde-voc-parou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501009725252253961/posts/default/2237203491406311049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501009725252253961/posts/default/2237203491406311049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-importa-onde-voc-parou.html' title=''/><author><name>Kyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15315569015959106736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/TTG41Lmjq-I/AAAAAAAAAbc/J7R7YD8V9WQ/S220/OgAAAAYy116NMtu_epI_YVsItVBrqtvmE7ELtxx3rSUw2S0kjybVChcY4qsrnJUkfiElfi2olJzba3CyoCBkdHh0mpgAm1T1UFzNgZmap3Ha_5Tpzp4sKdl1Rrt8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SSxMotZpUwI/AAAAAAAAAUc/cdapQhMnQ5I/s72-c/P5040856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501009725252253961.post-3415910420980680890</id><published>2008-11-23T14:07:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T14:15:30.561-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SSmBIM5sr1I/AAAAAAAAAUM/k6hVLGyaByE/s1600-h/P5081092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271886816716042066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SSmBIM5sr1I/AAAAAAAAAUM/k6hVLGyaByE/s320/P5081092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Existe somente uma idade para a gente ser feliz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;somente uma época na vida de cada pessoa em que é possível sonhar e fazer planos e ter energia bastante para realizá-las a despeito de todas as dificuldades e obstáculos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Uma só idade para a gente se encantar com a vida e viver apaixonadamente e desfrutar tudo com toda intensidade sem medo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;nem culpa de sentir prazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fase dourada em que a gente pode criar e recriar a vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;a nossa própria imagem e semelhança e vestir-se com todas as cores e experimentar todos os sabores e entregar-se a todos os amores sem preconceito nem pudor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tempo de entusiasmo e coragem em que todo o desafio é mais um convite à luta que a gente enfrenta com toda disposição de tentar algo novo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;de novo e de novo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;e quantas vezes for preciso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Essa idade tão fugaz na vida da gente chama-se presente e tem a duração do instante que passa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7501009725252253961-3415910420980680890?l=soulkyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/TTG41Lmjq-I/AAAAAAAAAbc/J7R7YD8V9WQ/S220/OgAAAAYy116NMtu_epI_YVsItVBrqtvmE7ELtxx3rSUw2S0kjybVChcY4qsrnJUkfiElfi2olJzba3CyoCBkdHh0mpgAm1T1UFzNgZmap3Ha_5Tpzp4sKdl1Rrt8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SSmBIM5sr1I/AAAAAAAAAUM/k6hVLGyaByE/s72-c/P5081092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501009725252253961.post-2545431365623991909</id><published>2008-11-22T18:18:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T18:37:26.258-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SShselTxvCI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xEdIf9HWzbk/s1600-h/untitled01.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 373px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271582636504103970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SShselTxvCI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xEdIf9HWzbk/s320/untitled01.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A maior prisão que podemos ter na vida é aquela quando a gente descobre que estamos sendo não aquilo que somos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas o que o outro gostaria que fôssemos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Geralmente quando a gente começa a viver muito em torno do que o outro gostaria que a gente fosse,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é que a gente tá muito mais preocupado com o que o outro acha sobre nós,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do que necessariamente nós sabemos sobre nós mesmos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que me seduz em Jesus é quando eu descubro que nEle havia uma capacidade imensa de olhar dentro dos olhos e fazer que aquele que era olhado reconhecer-se plenamente e olhar-se com sinceridade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Durante muito tempo eu fiquei preocupado com o que os outros achavam ao meu respeito.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas hoje,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o que os outros acham de mim muito pouco me importa a não ser que sejam pessoas que me amam,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque a minha salvação não depende do que os outros acham de mim,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas do que Deus sabe ao meu respeito.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/TTG41Lmjq-I/AAAAAAAAAbc/J7R7YD8V9WQ/S220/OgAAAAYy116NMtu_epI_YVsItVBrqtvmE7ELtxx3rSUw2S0kjybVChcY4qsrnJUkfiElfi2olJzba3CyoCBkdHh0mpgAm1T1UFzNgZmap3Ha_5Tpzp4sKdl1Rrt8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SShselTxvCI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xEdIf9HWzbk/s72-c/untitled01.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501009725252253961.post-4904913304341909309</id><published>2008-11-22T11:32:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T11:35:46.496-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SSgKix0dlGI/AAAAAAAAATU/rwiQSQJslzQ/s1600-h/IST2_5~1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 380px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271474956442375266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SSgKix0dlGI/AAAAAAAAATU/rwiQSQJslzQ/s400/IST2_5~1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A vida é um ciclo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;os amigos de hoje não serão mais os amigos de amanhã!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As pessoas erram e as marcas desses erros permanecem como cicatrizes para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quando alguém precisar de um consolo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;o console,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mesmo que amanhã ele nem lembre mais da sua existência,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;enquanto você o lembrará para sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Não se é possível dizer que existem amigos de verdade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;porque como a vida é um ciclo as coisas estão mudando a todo momento e pessoas novas entrando no nosso caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Apenas viva da melhor maneira possivel esse ciclo complicado chamado vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;viva,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;aprenda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;chore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;levante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;vença!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7501009725252253961-4904913304341909309?l=soulkyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4904913304341909309/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/vida-um-ciclo-os-amigos-de-hoje-no-sero.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501009725252253961/posts/default/4904913304341909309'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501009725252253961.post-4213069661975544064</id><published>2008-11-22T01:42:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T01:49:21.890-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SSeAWWELnRI/AAAAAAAAASM/e01t-VOehu4/s1600-h/P6132300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271323010229050642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SSeAWWELnRI/AAAAAAAAASM/e01t-VOehu4/s400/P6132300.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viver uma verdadeira experiência amorosa é um dos maiores prazeres da vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gostar é sentir com a alma, mas expressar os sentimentos depende das idéias de cada um.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Condicionamos o amor às nossas necessidades neuróticas e acabamos com ele.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vivemos uma vida tentando fazer com que os outros se responsabilizem pelas nossas necessidades enquanto nós nos abandonamos irresponsavelmente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queremos ser amados e não nos amamos, queremos ser compreendidos e não nos compreendemos, queremos o apoio dos outros e damos o nosso a eles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando nos abandonamos, queremos achar alguém que venha a preencher o buraco que nós cavamos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A insatisfação, o vazio interior se transformam na busca contínua de novos relacionamentos, cujos resultados frustrantes se repetirão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cada um é o único responsável pelas suas próprias necessidades.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só quem se ama pode encontrar em sua vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um Amor de Verdade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7501009725252253961-4213069661975544064?l=soulkyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4213069661975544064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/viver-uma-verdadeira-experincia-amorosa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501009725252253961/posts/default/4213069661975544064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501009725252253961/posts/default/4213069661975544064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/viver-uma-verdadeira-experincia-amorosa.html' title=''/><author><name>Kyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15315569015959106736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/TTG41Lmjq-I/AAAAAAAAAbc/J7R7YD8V9WQ/S220/OgAAAAYy116NMtu_epI_YVsItVBrqtvmE7ELtxx3rSUw2S0kjybVChcY4qsrnJUkfiElfi2olJzba3CyoCBkdHh0mpgAm1T1UFzNgZmap3Ha_5Tpzp4sKdl1Rrt8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SSeAWWELnRI/AAAAAAAAASM/e01t-VOehu4/s72-c/P6132300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501009725252253961.post-4993999495540384036</id><published>2008-11-19T01:01:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:05:15.082-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SSOBxsTI_kI/AAAAAAAAARk/zXsJmxCsqMg/s1600-h/P6072169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270198679658626626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SSOBxsTI_kI/AAAAAAAAARk/zXsJmxCsqMg/s400/P6072169.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;A vida é o dever que nós trouxemos para fazer em casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Quando se vê, já são seis horas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Quando de vê, já é sexta-feira!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Quando se vê, já é natal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Quando se vê, já terminou o ano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Quando se vê perdemos o amor da nossa vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Quando se vê passaram 50 anos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Agora é tarde demais para ser reprovado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Se me fosse dado um dia, outra oportunidade, eu nem olhava o relógio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Seguiria sempre em frente e iria jogando pelo caminho a casca dourada e inútil das horas... Seguraria o amor que está a minha frente e diria que eu o amo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;E tem mais:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;não deixe de fazer algo de que gosta devido à falta de tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Não deixe de ter pessoas ao seu lado por puro medo de ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;A única falta que terá será a desse tempo que, infelizmente, nunca mais voltará.&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/7501009725252253961-4993999495540384036?l=soulkyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4993999495540384036/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/vida-o-dever-que-ns-trouxemos-para.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501009725252253961/posts/default/4993999495540384036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501009725252253961/posts/default/4993999495540384036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/vida-o-dever-que-ns-trouxemos-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Kyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15315569015959106736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/TTG41Lmjq-I/AAAAAAAAAbc/J7R7YD8V9WQ/S220/OgAAAAYy116NMtu_epI_YVsItVBrqtvmE7ELtxx3rSUw2S0kjybVChcY4qsrnJUkfiElfi2olJzba3CyoCBkdHh0mpgAm1T1UFzNgZmap3Ha_5Tpzp4sKdl1Rrt8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SSOBxsTI_kI/AAAAAAAAARk/zXsJmxCsqMg/s72-c/P6072169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501009725252253961.post-5102701964473608107</id><published>2008-11-18T12:40:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:44:51.398-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SSLUJL0v9eI/AAAAAAAAAOc/GzZjFd6ygiY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270007768234849762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SSLUJL0v9eI/AAAAAAAAAOc/GzZjFd6ygiY/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Posso ter defeitos, viver ansioso e ficar irritado algumas vezes, mas não esqueço de que minha vida é a maior empresa do mundo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E que posso evitar que ela vá à falência.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser feliz é reconhecer que vale a pena viver, apesar de todos os desafios, incompreensões e períodos de crise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser feliz é deixar de ser vítima dos problemas e se tornar um autor da própria história.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É atravessar desertos fora de si, mas ser capaz de encontrar um oásis no recôndito da sua alma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É agradecer a Deus a cada manhã pelo milagre da vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser feliz é não ter medo dos próprios sentimentos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É saber falar de si mesmo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É ter coragem para ouvir um não.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É ter segurança para receber uma crítica, mesmo que injusta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pedras no caminho?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guardo todas, um dia vou construir um castelo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7501009725252253961-5102701964473608107?l=soulkyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5102701964473608107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/posso-ter-defeitos-viver-ansioso-e.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501009725252253961/posts/default/5102701964473608107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501009725252253961/posts/default/5102701964473608107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/posso-ter-defeitos-viver-ansioso-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Kyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15315569015959106736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/TTG41Lmjq-I/AAAAAAAAAbc/J7R7YD8V9WQ/S220/OgAAAAYy116NMtu_epI_YVsItVBrqtvmE7ELtxx3rSUw2S0kjybVChcY4qsrnJUkfiElfi2olJzba3CyoCBkdHh0mpgAm1T1UFzNgZmap3Ha_5Tpzp4sKdl1Rrt8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SSLUJL0v9eI/AAAAAAAAAOc/GzZjFd6ygiY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501009725252253961.post-2256428392921084787</id><published>2008-11-18T03:28:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T00:09:03.526-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SSJS3HPVuFI/AAAAAAAAAOE/sniUDug4ASs/s1600-h/P5010544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269865620766570578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SSJS3HPVuFI/AAAAAAAAAOE/sniUDug4ASs/s320/P5010544.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A vida é para nós o que concebemos dela. Para o rústico cujo campo lhe é tudo, esse campo é um império. Para o César cujo império lhe ainda é pouco, esse império é um campo. O pobre possui um império; o grande possui um campo. Na verdade, não possuímos mais que as nossas próprias sensações; nelas, pois, que não no que elas vêem, temos que fundamentar a realidade da nossa vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7501009725252253961-2256428392921084787?l=soulkyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2256428392921084787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/vida-para-ns-o-que-concebemos-dela.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501009725252253961/posts/default/2256428392921084787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501009725252253961/posts/default/2256428392921084787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/vida-para-ns-o-que-concebemos-dela.html' title=''/><author><name>Kyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15315569015959106736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/TTG41Lmjq-I/AAAAAAAAAbc/J7R7YD8V9WQ/S220/OgAAAAYy116NMtu_epI_YVsItVBrqtvmE7ELtxx3rSUw2S0kjybVChcY4qsrnJUkfiElfi2olJzba3CyoCBkdHh0mpgAm1T1UFzNgZmap3Ha_5Tpzp4sKdl1Rrt8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SSJS3HPVuFI/AAAAAAAAAOE/sniUDug4ASs/s72-c/P5010544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501009725252253961.post-501684770029861286</id><published>2008-11-16T20:34:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T00:09:54.782-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SSCjqV_8KnI/AAAAAAAAAN8/6vdumulyfik/s1600-h/P5231677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269391511878642290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SSCjqV_8KnI/AAAAAAAAAN8/6vdumulyfik/s320/P5231677.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SSCifVaAMDI/AAAAAAAAAN0/QnMlVL4dvgw/s1600-h/P5231677.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Escrever é esquecer. A literatura é a maneira mais agradável de ignorar a vida. A música embala, as artes visuais animam, as artes vivas (como a dança e a arte de representar) entretêm. A primeira, porém, afasta-se da vida por fazer dela um sono; as segundas, contudo, não se afastam da vida - umas porque usam de fórmulas visíveis e portanto vitais, outras porque vivem da mesma vida humana. Não é o caso da literatura. Essa simula a vida. Um romance é uma história do que nunca foi e um drama é um romance dado sem narrativa. Um poema é a expressão de ideias ou de sentimentos em linguagem que ninguém emprega, pois que ninguém fala em verso.&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/7501009725252253961-501684770029861286?l=soulkyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/feeds/501684770029861286/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/escrever-esquecer.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501009725252253961/posts/default/501684770029861286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501009725252253961/posts/default/501684770029861286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/escrever-esquecer.html' title=''/><author><name>Kyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15315569015959106736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/TTG41Lmjq-I/AAAAAAAAAbc/J7R7YD8V9WQ/S220/OgAAAAYy116NMtu_epI_YVsItVBrqtvmE7ELtxx3rSUw2S0kjybVChcY4qsrnJUkfiElfi2olJzba3CyoCBkdHh0mpgAm1T1UFzNgZmap3Ha_5Tpzp4sKdl1Rrt8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SSCjqV_8KnI/AAAAAAAAAN8/6vdumulyfik/s72-c/P5231677.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501009725252253961.post-2962195950310806244</id><published>2008-11-16T15:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T15:35:43.145-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SSBWpavdB5I/AAAAAAAAANU/0Bc7IdIXUVE/s1600-h/P5010489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269306833576462226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SSBWpavdB5I/AAAAAAAAANU/0Bc7IdIXUVE/s320/P5010489.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;●๋•&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Fizeram a gente acreditar que amor mesmo, amor pra valer, só acontece uma vez acionado, nem chega com hora marcada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;●๋•&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Fizeram a gente acreditar que cada um de nós é a metade de uma laranja, e que a vida só ganha sentido quando encontramos a outra metade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;●๋•&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Não contaram que já nascemos inteiros, que ninguém em nossa vida merece carregar nas costas a responsabilidade de completaro que nos falta: a gente cresce através da gente mesmo. Se estivermos em boa companhia é só mais agradável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;●๋• &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Fizeram a gente acreditar que só há uma fórmula de ser feliz, a mesma para todos, e os que escapam dela estão condenados à marginalidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;●๋•&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Não contaram que estas fórmulas dão errado, frustram as pessoas, são alienantes, e que podemos tentar outras alternativas. Cada um vai ter que descobrir sozinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;●๋•&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;E aí, quando você estiver muito apaixonado por você mesmo, vai poder ser muito feliz e se apaixonar por alguém.&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/7501009725252253961-2962195950310806244?l=soulkyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2962195950310806244/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/fizeram-gente-acreditar-que-amor-mesmo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501009725252253961/posts/default/2962195950310806244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501009725252253961/posts/default/2962195950310806244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/fizeram-gente-acreditar-que-amor-mesmo.html' title=''/><author><name>Kyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15315569015959106736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/TTG41Lmjq-I/AAAAAAAAAbc/J7R7YD8V9WQ/S220/OgAAAAYy116NMtu_epI_YVsItVBrqtvmE7ELtxx3rSUw2S0kjybVChcY4qsrnJUkfiElfi2olJzba3CyoCBkdHh0mpgAm1T1UFzNgZmap3Ha_5Tpzp4sKdl1Rrt8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SSBWpavdB5I/AAAAAAAAANU/0Bc7IdIXUVE/s72-c/P5010489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501009725252253961.post-7654762212975285944</id><published>2008-11-16T14:11:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T00:06:45.314-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu&lt;/em&gt; sei, mas &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;ão&lt;/em&gt; D&lt;em&gt;evia&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269289953392058386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SSBHS3J34BI/AAAAAAAAANM/aDTD-qDXJY0/s320/PICT_2~1.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A gente se acostuma a acordar de manhã, sobressaltado porque está na hora, a tomar café correndo porque está atrasado.&lt;br /&gt;A gente se acostuma a ler o jornal no ônibus porque não pode perder tempo na viagem, a comer sanduíches porque não tem tempo para almoçar.&lt;br /&gt;A gente se acostuma a andar nas ruas e ver cartazes, a abrir as revistas e ver anúncios, a ligar a televisão e assistir comerciais.&lt;br /&gt;A gente se acostuma a lutar para ganhar dinheiro, a ganhar menos do que precisa e a pagar mais do que as coisas valem.&lt;br /&gt;A gente se acostuma a morar em apartamentos de fundos e a não ter outra vista que não a das janelas ao redor.&lt;br /&gt;A gente se acostuma a não abrir de todo as cortinas, e a medida que se acostuma, esquece o sol, o ar, a amplidão.&lt;br /&gt;A gente se acostuma à poluição, à luz artificial de ligeiro tremor, ao choque que os olhos levam com a luz natural.&lt;br /&gt;A gente se acostuma às bactérias da água potável, à morte lenta dos rios, à contaminação da água do mar.&lt;br /&gt;A gente se acostuma à violência, e aceitando a violência, que haja número para os mortos. E, aceitando os números, aceita não haver a paz.&lt;br /&gt;A gente se acostuma a coisas demais para não sofrer. A gente se acostuma para não se ralar na aspereza para preservar a pele.&lt;br /&gt;A gente se acostuma para poupar a vida. Que aos poucos se gasta, e que de tanto se acostumar, se perde por si mesma.&lt;br /&gt;A gente se acostuma, eu sei, mas não devia.&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/7501009725252253961-7654762212975285944?l=soulkyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7654762212975285944/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/eu-sei-mas-n-o-d-evia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501009725252253961/posts/default/7654762212975285944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501009725252253961/posts/default/7654762212975285944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/eu-sei-mas-n-o-d-evia.html' title=''/><author><name>Kyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15315569015959106736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/TTG41Lmjq-I/AAAAAAAAAbc/J7R7YD8V9WQ/S220/OgAAAAYy116NMtu_epI_YVsItVBrqtvmE7ELtxx3rSUw2S0kjybVChcY4qsrnJUkfiElfi2olJzba3CyoCBkdHh0mpgAm1T1UFzNgZmap3Ha_5Tpzp4sKdl1Rrt8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SSBHS3J34BI/AAAAAAAAANM/aDTD-qDXJY0/s72-c/PICT_2~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7501009725252253961.post-6119696813784626673</id><published>2008-11-16T13:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T13:47:39.102-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SSA_B2-pcOI/AAAAAAAAAM8/xeNPmJozruA/s1600-h/P5020650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269280865194176738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SSA_B2-pcOI/AAAAAAAAAM8/xeNPmJozruA/s320/P5020650.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;E Deus disse Não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pedi a Deus para tirar a minha dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Deus me disse não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não cabe a mim tirá-la, mas a você desistir dela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pedi a Deus para fazer que meu filho, deficiente físico, fosse perfeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Deus me disse não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Seu espírito é perfeito, o seu corpo apenas provisório.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pedi a Deus para me dar paciência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Deus me disse não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A paciência é um derivado de tribulações. Não é doada. É conquistada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pedi a Deus para me dar felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Deus me disse não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eu lhe dou bênçãos. A felicidade depende de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pedi a Deus para me proteger da dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Deus me disse não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;O sofrimento lhe separa dos conceitos do mundo e lhe traz para mais perto de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pedi a Deus para fazer o meu espírito crescer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Deus me disse não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Você tem que crescer sozinho, mas eu lhe podarei para que você possa dar frutos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pedi a Deus todas as coisas para que eu pudesse gostar da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Deus me disse não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eu lhe dou vida para que você possa gostar de todas as coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pedi a Deus para me ajudar a AMAR aos outros tanto quanto ELE me ama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Deus me disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ahhh!!!, finalmente você captou a idéia".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Ama ao teu próximo como a ti mesmo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7501009725252253961-6119696813784626673?l=soulkyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6119696813784626673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/e-deus-disse-no.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501009725252253961/posts/default/6119696813784626673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7501009725252253961/posts/default/6119696813784626673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulkyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/e-deus-disse-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Kyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15315569015959106736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/TTG41Lmjq-I/AAAAAAAAAbc/J7R7YD8V9WQ/S220/OgAAAAYy116NMtu_epI_YVsItVBrqtvmE7ELtxx3rSUw2S0kjybVChcY4qsrnJUkfiElfi2olJzba3CyoCBkdHh0mpgAm1T1UFzNgZmap3Ha_5Tpzp4sKdl1Rrt8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7M-uJ1X08A/SSA_B2-pcOI/AAAAAAAAAM8/xeNPmJozruA/s72-c/P5020650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
