<?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-33973233</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:22:01.394-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cantinho da Mile</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33973233/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559652844349786027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33973233.post-2122845354585260905</id><published>2007-09-01T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T10:10:06.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dTrndpNHs0/RtmAtRvSNeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/TzwoNNUpkRY/s1600-h/sol.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105253167945364962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dTrndpNHs0/RtmAtRvSNeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/TzwoNNUpkRY/s320/sol.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/33973233-2122845354585260905?l=mile1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/feeds/2122845354585260905/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33973233&amp;postID=2122845354585260905' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33973233/posts/default/2122845354585260905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33973233/posts/default/2122845354585260905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post_6042.html' title=''/><author><name>Mile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559652844349786027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dTrndpNHs0/RtmAtRvSNeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/TzwoNNUpkRY/s72-c/sol.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33973233.post-116880369506471537</id><published>2007-01-14T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T14:41:35.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tod&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/1600/443562/babyiag01atm5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/320/960836/babyiag01atm5.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o ser humano possui sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos grandes, sonhos pequenos, sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos nascem a cada dia, a cada hora, a cada minuto.&lt;br /&gt;Sem percebemos, um sonho nasce dentro do nosso coração.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos nos motivam a viver, a continuarmos caminhando.&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos, na verdade, na busca da realização dos nossos sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes, pessoas que estão ao nosso redor&lt;br /&gt;Tentam matá-los com palavras de pessimismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temos que tirar do baú os sonhos, caso contrário, eles envelhecem&lt;br /&gt;E assim não conseguiremos mais realizá-los,&lt;br /&gt;A realização vem pela luta, esforço e persistência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que tudo o leve a pensar que parece impossível,&lt;br /&gt;Não desista do seu sonho.&lt;br /&gt;Busque forças dentro de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acredite que tudo pode acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Quando desejamos do fundo do coração,&lt;br /&gt;e principalmente crermos que Deus pode&lt;br /&gt;realiza-los para nós!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que Deus hoje possa te conceder todos&lt;br /&gt;os seu sonhos e projetos, e que o desejo&lt;br /&gt;mais profundo do seu coração possa ser realizado!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**bjux**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33973233-116880369506471537?l=mile1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/feeds/116880369506471537/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33973233&amp;postID=116880369506471537' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33973233/posts/default/116880369506471537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33973233/posts/default/116880369506471537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/2007/01/todo-ser-humano-possui-sonhos.html' title=''/><author><name>Mile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559652844349786027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33973233.post-116838540483575405</id><published>2007-01-09T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T18:30:04.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/1600/156194/cc5cat4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/320/173838/cc5cat4.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; O VALOR DE UMA MULHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Para ter lábios atraentes,&lt;br /&gt;diga palavras doces.&lt;br /&gt;Para ter olhos belos,&lt;br /&gt;procure ver o lado bom das pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Para ter cabelos bonitos,&lt;br /&gt;deixe uma criança passar seus dedos por eles, pelo menos uma vez ao dia.&lt;br /&gt;Para ter boa postura,&lt;br /&gt;caminhe com a certeza de que nunca andará sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;A beleza de uma mulher não está nas roupas que ela veste,&lt;br /&gt;nem no corpo que ela carrega.&lt;br /&gt;Deve ser vista nos seus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;porque esta é a porta para seu coração,&lt;br /&gt;o lugar onde o amor reside.&lt;br /&gt;A beleza de uma mulher não está na expressão facial,&lt;br /&gt;mas a que está refletida em sua alma.&lt;br /&gt;Está no carinho que ela amorosamente dá,&lt;br /&gt;na paixão que ela demonstra.&lt;br /&gt;Quando fizeres chorar uma mulher, cuida-te,&lt;br /&gt;pois Deus conta as suas lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;A mulher foi feita da costela do homem,&lt;br /&gt;não dos pés para ser pisada,&lt;br /&gt;mas sim do lado para ser igual,&lt;br /&gt;debaixo do braço para ser protegida,&lt;br /&gt;e do lado do coração para ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...A M A D A...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33973233-116838540483575405?l=mile1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/feeds/116838540483575405/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33973233&amp;postID=116838540483575405' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33973233/posts/default/116838540483575405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33973233/posts/default/116838540483575405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/2007/01/o-valor-de-uma-mulher-para-ter-lbios.html' title=''/><author><name>Mile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559652844349786027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33973233.post-116776049221817825</id><published>2007-01-02T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T12:54:52.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/1600/717860/1yaexk.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/320/969400/1yaexk.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Existem pessoas&lt;br /&gt;que são um sonho.&lt;br /&gt;Um sonho pelo qual&lt;br /&gt;a gente dormiria a vida inteira.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o destino vem&lt;br /&gt;e nos acorda violentamente...&lt;br /&gt;E nos leva aquele sonho tão bom...&lt;br /&gt;Existem pessoas&lt;br /&gt;que são estrelas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas vem o amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e nos rouba com toda a&lt;br /&gt;sua claridade&lt;br /&gt;aquela estrela tão linda.&lt;br /&gt;Existem, finalmente,&lt;br /&gt;as pessoas que são&lt;br /&gt;maravilhosamente amigas.&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas amigas e doces&lt;br /&gt;como o mel de uma flor&lt;br /&gt;que desabrochou numa estrela&lt;br /&gt;e que veio até nós&lt;br /&gt;num lindo sonho!&lt;br /&gt;E ainda bem que são amigas,&lt;br /&gt;porque flores,estrelas ou sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;mais cedo ou mais tarde,&lt;br /&gt;terminam...&lt;br /&gt;mas a amizade...&lt;br /&gt;a amizade verdadeira não&lt;br /&gt;termina nunca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos&lt;br /&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/33973233-116776049221817825?l=mile1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/feeds/116776049221817825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33973233&amp;postID=116776049221817825' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33973233/posts/default/116776049221817825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33973233/posts/default/116776049221817825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/2007/01/existem-pessoas-que-so-um-sonho.html' title=''/><author><name>Mile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559652844349786027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33973233.post-116747711828425512</id><published>2006-12-30T06:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T06:11:58.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/1600/247836/feliz_ano_novo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/320/482255/feliz_ano_novo.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Queridos amigos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Mais um ano chega ao fim... É tempo de fazer um balanço de tudo o que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; aconteceu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; É tempo de transformarmos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Os momentos bons em novas alegrias.. entusiasmo e principalmente esperança em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; DEUS de que todos os nossos sonhos vão se realizar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Os momentos maus em um ensinamento de DEUS para não cometermos novamente os&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; mesmos erros no ano que vem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Os momentos difíceis serem peças fundamentais como aprendizado de que DEUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; sempre esta no controle de todas as coisas.. e que esses momentos no futuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; nos ajude a sermos melhores... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; É tempo de agradecermos a Deus por todos os momentos de bênçãos que tivemos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Que toda lágrima derramada em 2006 por qq dificuldade que você passou seja tranformada em alegria no Novo Ano de 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; E por isso desejo a você e sua família toda sorte de bençãos do Pai... e que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 2007 seja um ano de paz.. amor.. alegria.. prosperidade e muita saúde. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Feliz 2007! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Com Jesus no coração !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33973233-116747711828425512?l=mile1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/feeds/116747711828425512/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33973233&amp;postID=116747711828425512' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33973233/posts/default/116747711828425512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33973233/posts/default/116747711828425512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/2006/12/queridos-amigos.html' title=''/><author><name>Mile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559652844349786027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33973233.post-116649043018044979</id><published>2006-12-18T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T20:07:10.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/1600/683917/01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/320/360447/01.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha, no teu jardim, as flores entreabertas, e nunca as pétalas caídas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/1600/947060/linha_33.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/320/894551/linha_33.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contempla, em tua noite, fulgor das estrelas, e nunca o chão escuro.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/1600/308533/01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/320/153859/01.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observa, em teu caminho, a distância vencida, e nunca a que ainda falta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/1600/63322/01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/320/604029/01.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guarda, do teu olhar, os brilhos de alegria, e nunca as névoas de tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/1600/25454/01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/320/649407/01.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retém, de tua voz, risadas e canção, e nunca os teus gemidos.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/1600/614884/01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/320/714351/01.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grave, em tuas pupilas, o nascer das auroras, e nunca os sulcos do teu pranto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/1600/855137/01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/320/897794/01.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conserva em teus pés os passos retos, p&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/1600/729812/01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/320/822766/01.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;uros e esquece os transviados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guarda de tuas mãos as flores que ofertaram e esquece os espinhos que talvez ficaram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/1600/195531/01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/320/963962/01.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos teus lábios conserva as mensagens bondosas, e esquece as maldições.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/1600/394445/01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/320/308259/01.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relembra o heroísmo das tuas escaladas, e esquece o prazer fácil das descidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/1600/187629/01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/320/368579/01.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conta e mostra as medalhas das tuas vitórias e esquece as cicatrizes das derrotas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/1600/461638/01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/320/166787/01.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha de frente o sol que existe em tua ida, e esquece a sombra que te fica atrás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/1600/389345/01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/320/54839/01.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flor que desabrocha é bem mais importante que mil pétalas caídas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/1600/773209/01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/320/833724/01.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E um só olhar de amor pode levar consigo calor para aquecer muitos invernos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/1600/225532/01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/320/368792/01.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bondade é mais forte em nós e dura mais do que o mal que nós mesmos praticamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/1600/35860/01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/320/835911/01.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sê otimista, pois, amigo, e não te esqueça de que é no fundo das noites sem luar, que brilham muito mais nossas estrelas.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/1600/54617/01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/320/50416/01.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33973233-116649043018044979?l=mile1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/feeds/116649043018044979/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33973233&amp;postID=116649043018044979' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33973233/posts/default/116649043018044979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33973233/posts/default/116649043018044979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/2006/12/olha-no-teu-jardim-as-flores.html' title=''/><author><name>Mile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559652844349786027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33973233.post-116587203237165253</id><published>2006-12-11T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T16:20:32.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então é Natal&lt;br /&gt;E o que você Fez?&lt;br /&gt;O ano termina&lt;br /&gt;E nasce outra vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então é Natal&lt;br /&gt;A festa cristã&lt;br /&gt;Do velho e do novo&lt;br /&gt;Do amor como um todo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, bom Natal&lt;br /&gt;E um Ano Novo também&lt;br /&gt;Que seja feliz quem&lt;br /&gt;Souber o que é o bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E então é Natal&lt;br /&gt;Pro enfermo e pro são&lt;br /&gt;Pro rico e pro pobre&lt;br /&gt;Num só coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, bom Natal&lt;br /&gt;Pro branco e pro negro&lt;br /&gt;Amarelo e vermelho&lt;br /&gt;Pra paz, afinal&lt;br /&gt;Então, bom Natal&lt;br /&gt;E um Ano Novo também&lt;br /&gt;Que seja feliz quem&lt;br /&gt;Souber o que é o bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então é Natal&lt;br /&gt;E o que a gente fez?&lt;br /&gt;O ano termina&lt;br /&gt;E começa outra vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então é Natal&lt;br /&gt;A festa cristã&lt;br /&gt;Do velho e do novo&lt;br /&gt;Do amor como um todo&lt;br /&gt;Então, bom Natal&lt;br /&gt;E um Ano Novo também&lt;br /&gt;Que seja feliz quem&lt;br /&gt;Souber o que é o bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hare rama a quem ama&lt;br /&gt;Hare rama já!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De: John Lennon / Yoko Ono &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33973233-116587203237165253?l=mile1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/feeds/116587203237165253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33973233&amp;postID=116587203237165253' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33973233/posts/default/116587203237165253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33973233/posts/default/116587203237165253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/2006/12/ento-natal-e-o-que-voc-fez-o-ano.html' title=''/><author><name>Mile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559652844349786027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33973233.post-116501691731731486</id><published>2006-12-01T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T20:34:56.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/1600/278660/th_a_s_01_4003_01_00.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/320/614172/th_a_s_01_4003_01_00.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Lay novinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olá...tá chegando o Natal.&lt;br /&gt;E meu lay já entrou no clima hehehe, créditos à minha doce amiga Cristal.&lt;br /&gt;Muito obrigada miga vc sempre fazendo coisas belas e perfeitas,te amo de verdade e vc sabe q é verdade,obrigada por seu carinho q é grandioso,Deus te abençõe sempre!&lt;br /&gt;Bom...agora quero agradecer a minha miga&lt;ahref="http: target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Priscila&lt;br /&gt;pelo destaque em seu blog,muito obrigada.&lt;br /&gt;E é isso galera,não tenho muita novidades,amanhã vou ver se vou ao Shopping mostrar o "natal" para as meninas,bater umas fotos.&lt;br /&gt;Beijos para todas q vierem aqui e deixem seu carinho...estou carente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...sou destaque:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://prialem.zip.net" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://prialem.zip.net/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Priscila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/ahref="http:&gt;&lt;ahref="http: target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ahref="http:&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4461/3736/1600/666260/destaqueprialem.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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Ao invés de reclamar quando o relógio&lt;br /&gt;despertar, agradeça a Deus pela&lt;br /&gt;oportunidade de acordar mais um dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O bom humor é contagiante espalhe-o,&lt;br /&gt;fale de coisas boas, de saúde de sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se lamente!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajude as outras pessoas a perceberem&lt;br /&gt;o que há de bom dentro de si.&lt;br /&gt;Não viva emoções mornas ou vazias.&lt;br /&gt;Cultive seu interior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraia o máximo de pequenas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Seja transparente e deixe que as pessoas&lt;br /&gt;saibam que você as estima e precisa delas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repense os valores e dê a chance&lt;br /&gt;de crescer e ser mais feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que merece ser feito, merece&lt;br /&gt;ser bem feito. Torne suas obrigações&lt;br /&gt;atraentes, tenha garra e determinação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mude, opine, ame o que faz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não trabalhe só por dinheiro e sim&lt;br /&gt;pela satisfação da missão cumprida.&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se de que nem todos têm&lt;br /&gt;a mesma oportunidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pense no melhor, trabalhe pelo&lt;br /&gt;melhor e espere o melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transforme seus movimentos em&lt;br /&gt;oportunidades. Veja o lado positivo&lt;br /&gt;das coisas e assim tornará seu&lt;br /&gt;otimismo uma realidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não inveje. Admire!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinta entusiasmo com o sucesso alheio,&lt;br /&gt;como seria com o seu próprio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idealize um modelo de competência&lt;br /&gt;e faça sua auto avaliação para saber&lt;br /&gt;o que lhe está faltando para chegar lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocupe seu tempo crescendo,&lt;br /&gt;desenvolvendo suas habilidades e seu&lt;br /&gt;talento. Só assim não terá tempo de&lt;br /&gt;criticar os outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não acumule fracassos e sim&lt;br /&gt;experiências. Tire proveito dos seus&lt;br /&gt;problemas e não se deixe abater&lt;br /&gt;por eles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenha fé e energia, acredite!!!&lt;br /&gt;Você pode tudo que quiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdoe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja grande para os aborrecimentos,&lt;br /&gt;pobre para a raiva, forte para vencer&lt;br /&gt;o medo e  FELIZ para permitir&lt;br /&gt;momentos felizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não viva só para o trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;Tenha outras atividades paralelas&lt;br /&gt;como esportes, leituras, cultivar amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O trabalho é uma das contribuições que&lt;br /&gt;damos à vida, mas não se deve jogar&lt;br /&gt;nele todas as nossas expectativas&lt;br /&gt;de realizações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente, ria das coisas à sua volta,&lt;br /&gt;de seus problemas, de seus erros,&lt;br /&gt;ria da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E... ame. 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4461/3736/320/OI.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olá amigas deculpa o sumiço.&lt;br /&gt;É q estou muito ocupada com as coisas aqui em casa e quase não tô com tempo de ficar na net,espero q compreendam,pois ter q dar de conta de casa,marido e duas meninas com quase a mesma idade...é muito difícil arrumar tempo pra ficar na net...q amo muito,mas no momento não tá sendo possível.&lt;br /&gt;Mas vou arrumar um tempinho sim,pois a gente tem sempre q dar o nosso jeitinho rsrsrsr.&lt;br /&gt;Agora vou indo,e já estão me chamando...afff.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes essa rotina vira um saco,todos os dias as mesmas coisas para fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Mas vida de dona de casa é assim mesmo,não tem muitas novidades.&lt;br /&gt;Só sei q tudo cansa e stressa,e só Deus para nos ajudar na caminhada.&lt;br /&gt;Agora vou indo...beijos para todas q vinheram me visitar.&lt;br /&gt;Desculpa o desabafo,mas é q na verdade nem amigas reais eu tenho,então tudo converso através dessa telinha, q existe muita gente legal,q amo muito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33973233-116256672361076980?l=mile1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/feeds/116256672361076980/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33973233&amp;postID=116256672361076980' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33973233/posts/default/116256672361076980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33973233/posts/default/116256672361076980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/2006/11/ol-amigas-deculpa-o-sumio.html' title=''/><author><name>Mile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559652844349786027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33973233.post-116196297252297339</id><published>2006-10-27T09:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T17:10:32.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Oi gente...espero q todos estejam bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Não tenho muito o q falar,só vim postar a brincadeira q minha miga &lt;a href="http://cristal.awardspace.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Cristal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; passou pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Eu espero q eu der conta rsrsrsr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A  brincadeira é assim, a pessoa tem de listar cinco coisas estranhas sobre ela,nesse caso eu  e depois passar para cincos pessoas.Vamos ver o q vai sair rssrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;1- Eu a maioria das vezes acordo de mal humor,só melhoro depois das 9:00 da manhã,sou muito chata mesmo de manhã,acho q é o abuso de todas as manhãs fazer as mesmas coisas ,afff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;2- Só tomo banho de costas para o chuveiro,acho q tenho medo de aparecer algo nas minhas costas,como nos filmes de terror,e quando passo shampoo,fico agoniada para tirar logo rsrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;3- Só sei dormir com a perna por cima do meu esposo,tadinho dele. E tem q ter Vick,fiquei viciada mesmo,se não tiver não consigo dormir bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;4- Só sei comer com a perna em cima da cadeira dobrando o estômago,e aí a comida não cabe mais,pois fico apertando a coitada rsrsr , acho q não sou normal mesmo rsrsr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;5- De vez em quando me dá uma loucura de tirar algo de dentro de casa q não está mais me agradando,tipo: mês passado fiz muita zuada para tirar meu armário da cozinha e dar,para poder comprar outro sabe,pois bem,dei e compramos outro. Essa semana quiz dar meu sofá,mas fiquei sem rsrsrs tá melhor assim,a sala ficou maior rsrsrs. Espero não enjoar do marido e nem das filhas kkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Bem agora vou passar a brincadeira para: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://mariespanha.zip.net/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://prialem.zip.net/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Priscila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://precious-memory.net/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mariana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://jesus.minha.fortaleza.zip.net/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Wanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://luaempoemas.zip.net/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Nanncy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Regras:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;1ª. Vocês devem listar cinco coisas estranhas sobre vocês ou seus animais de estimação.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;2ª. Etiquetem cinco amigos e os listem.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;3ª. Vocês terão de escrever em seus blogs sobre as cinco coisas estranhas, as regras e etiquetar outras cinco pessoas. Não se esqueçam de deixar um recadinho para as pessoas que vocês etiquetaram, para que eles possam saber e postar em seus respectivos blogs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Beijos e até a próxima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33973233-116196297252297339?l=mile1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/feeds/116196297252297339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33973233&amp;postID=116196297252297339' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33973233/posts/default/116196297252297339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33973233/posts/default/116196297252297339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/2006/10/oi-gente.html' title=''/><author><name>Mile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559652844349786027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33973233.post-116162467134350592</id><published>2006-10-23T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T12:31:11.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4461/3736/1600/piscante12.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4461/3736/320/piscante12.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pense e Reflita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;A vida coloca em nossos destinos pessoas e obstáculos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;A cada obstáculo uma surpresa, as vezes estas surpresas são desagradáveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Basta saber lidar com esta situação e daremos a volta por cima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;As pessoas que passam pelo nosso caminho deixam marcas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Algumas deixam marcas inesquecíveis e agradáveis de se lembrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;E outras deixam marcas de dor e sofrimento, mas é só encará-las de frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Superar situações é sinal de força e coragem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas as vezes começamos a nos decepcionar sem tentar seperá-las&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;E nos damos por vencidos, mas levante a cabeça e encare todas elas com justiça e sabedoria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;As vezes pensamos em desistir de tudo e de todos, e nos entregar de corpo e alma a uma pessoa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas pense bem, será que esta pessoa merece todo este sacrficio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Não haja por empulso, sempre pare, pense e reflita, com calma, justiça e sabedoria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Não deixe de lutar pelos seus ideais e pro tudo aquilo que você acha que é o certo a fazer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nunca magoe uma pessoa, pois depois você pode ser magoado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nunca deixe a inveja, mentira e ambição tomarem conta de você, lute contra as coisas que vão causar dor e sofrimento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lembre-se sempre a vida é para ser vivida com cuidado e sabedoria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Aproveite para fazer as pazes com as pessoas que você teve algum desentendimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;E nunca esqueça que você é a peça fundamental para fazer um mundo melhor para se viver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;E a vida também é construída por você, então à construa da melhor maneira possível e não deixando imperfeições.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33973233-116162467134350592?l=mile1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/feeds/116162467134350592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33973233&amp;postID=116162467134350592' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33973233/posts/default/116162467134350592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33973233/posts/default/116162467134350592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/2006/10/pense-e-reflita-vida-coloca-em-nossos.html' title=''/><author><name>Mile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559652844349786027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33973233.post-116112788142979228</id><published>2006-10-17T18:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:31:21.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4461/3736/1600/c0041.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4461/3736/320/c0041.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;  Tempo  Certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;De nada adianta querer apressar as coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tudo vem ao seu tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;dentro do prazo que lhe foi previsto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;mas a natureza humana não é muito paciente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Temos pressa em tudo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;e aí acontecem os atropelos do destino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;aquela situação que você mesmo provoca por pura ansiedade de não aguardar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Então alguém poderia dizer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mas qual é esse tempo certo???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bom, basta observar os sinais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Quando alguma coisa está para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;acontecer ou chegar até sua vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;pequenas manifestações do cotidiano,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;enviarão sinais indicando o caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pode ser a palavra de um Amigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;um texto lido, uma observação qualquer;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;mas com certeza, o sincronismo se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;encarregará de colocar você no lugar certo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;na hora certa, no momento certo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;diante da situação ou da pessoa certa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Basta você acreditar que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nada Acontece Por Acaso!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;E talvez seja por isso que você esteja agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;lendo essas linhas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tente observar melhor o que está a sua volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Com certeza alguns desses sinais já estão por perto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;e você nem os notou ainda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lembre-se que:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;O universo sempre conspira a seu favor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Quando você possui um objetivo claro e uma disponibilidade de crescimento.&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/33973233-116112788142979228?l=mile1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/feeds/116112788142979228/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33973233&amp;postID=116112788142979228' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33973233/posts/default/116112788142979228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33973233/posts/default/116112788142979228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/2006/10/tempo-certo-de-nada-adianta-querer_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Mile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559652844349786027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33973233.post-116085723287322129</id><published>2006-10-14T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T15:20:32.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4461/3736/1600/aadd.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4461/3736/320/aadd.0.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Não importa aonde você parou... em que momento da vida você cansou... o que importa é que sempre é possível e necessário “Recomeçar”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recomeçar é dar uma nova chance a si mesmo... é renovar as esperanças na vida e o mais importante... acreditar em você de novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofreu muito nesse período ?&lt;br /&gt;Foi aprendizado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorou muito ?&lt;br /&gt;Foi limpeza da alma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficou com raiva das pessoas ?&lt;br /&gt;Foi Para perdoá-las um dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentiu-se só por diversas vezes ?&lt;br /&gt;É por que fechaste a porta para os anjos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acreditou que tudo estava perdido ?&lt;br /&gt;Era o início de tua melhora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é... Agora é hora de reiniciar... de pensar na luz... de encontrar prazer nas coisas simples de novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tal um novo emprego ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma nova profissão ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um corte de cabelo arrojado... diferente... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um novo curso...?&lt;br /&gt;Ou aquele velho desejo de aprender a pintar... desenhar... dominar o computador... ou qualquer outra coisa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha quanto desafio... quanta coisa nova nesse mundão de Deus te esperando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá se sentindo sozinho ?&lt;br /&gt;Besteira... tem tanta gente que você afastou nesse seu período de isolamento... tem tanta gente esperando apenas um sorriso teu para chegar pertinho de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando nos trancamos na tristeza... nem nós mesmos nos suportamos... ficamos horríveis... o mal humor vai comendo nosso fígado... até a boca fica amarga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recomeçar... hoje é um bom dia para começar novos desafios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde você quer chegar ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ir alto... ?&lt;br /&gt;Então sonhe alto... queira o melhor do melhor... queira coisas boas para a vida... pensando assim trazemos pra nós aquilo que desejamos... se pensamos pequeno... coisas pequenas teremos... já se desejarmos fortemente o melhor e principalmente lutarmos pelo melhor... o melhor vai se instalar na nossa vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é hoje o dia da faxina mental...&lt;br /&gt;Vamos lá... joga fora tudo que te prende ao passado... ao mundinho de coisas tristes... fotos... peças de roupa... papel de bala... ingressos de cinema, bilhetes e viagens... e toda aquela tranqueira que guardamos quando nos julgamos apaixonados... jogue tudo fora... mas principalmente... esvazie seu coração... fique pronto para a vida... para um novo amos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se somos apaixonáveis... somos sempre capazes de amar muitas e muitas vezes... afinal de contas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos o “Amor”...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque somos do tamanho daquilo que vemos, e não do tamanho da nossa altura.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33973233-116085723287322129?l=mile1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/feeds/116085723287322129/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33973233&amp;postID=116085723287322129' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33973233/posts/default/116085723287322129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33973233/posts/default/116085723287322129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/2006/10/no-importa-aonde-voc-parou_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Mile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559652844349786027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33973233.post-116039806242791702</id><published>2006-10-09T07:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T07:49:07.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4461/3736/1600/1578297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4461/3736/320/1578297.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Quantas vezes nós pensamos em desistir,deixar de lado o ideal e os sonhos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Quantas vezes batemos em retirada,com o coração amargurado pela injustiça;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Quantas vezes sentimos o peso da responsabilidade,sem ter com quem dividir;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Quantas vezes sentimos solidão,mesmo cercados de pessoas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Quantas vezes falamos,sem sermos notados;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Quantas vezes lutamos por uma causa perdida;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Quantas vezes voltamos para casa com uma sensação de derrota;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Quantas vezes aquela lágrima,teima em cair, justamente na hora em que precisamos parecer fortes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Quantas vezes pedimos a Deus um pouco de força, um pouco de luz;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;E a resposta vem, seja lá como for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;um sorriso,um olhar cúmplice;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;E a gente insiste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Insiste em prosseguir,em acreditar, em transformar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;em dividir, em estar , em ser;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;E Deus insiste em nos abençoar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Em nos mostrar o caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Aquele mais difícil , mais complicado, mais bonito;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;E assim vimos, que a única forma de retribuir tudo isso a ele,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;É apenas ter a obrigação de lutar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;LUTAR PARA SER FELIZ!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33973233-116039806242791702?l=mile1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/feeds/116039806242791702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33973233&amp;postID=116039806242791702' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33973233/posts/default/116039806242791702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33973233/posts/default/116039806242791702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/2006/10/quantas-vezes-ns-pensamos-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Mile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559652844349786027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33973233.post-115941214058323748</id><published>2006-09-27T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T21:57:51.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4461/3736/1600/minihellokitty03.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4461/3736/320/minihellokitty03.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Procure os seus caminhos,&lt;br /&gt;mas não magoe ninguém nessa procura.&lt;br /&gt;Arrependa-se, volte atrás, peça perdão!&lt;br /&gt;Não se acostume com o que não o faz feliz,&lt;br /&gt;revolte-se quando julgar necessário.&lt;br /&gt;Alague seu coração de esperanças,&lt;br /&gt;mas não deixe que ele se afogue nelas.&lt;br /&gt;Se achar que precisa voltar, volte!&lt;br /&gt;Se perceber que precisa seguir, siga!&lt;br /&gt;Se estiver tudo errado, comece novamente.&lt;br /&gt;Se estiver tudo certo, continue.&lt;br /&gt;Se sentir saudades, mate-a.&lt;br /&gt;Se perder um amor, não se perca!&lt;br /&gt;Se o achar, segure-o! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33973233-115941214058323748?l=mile1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/feeds/115941214058323748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33973233&amp;postID=115941214058323748' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33973233/posts/default/115941214058323748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33973233/posts/default/115941214058323748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/2006/09/procure-os-seus-caminhos-mas-no-magoe.html' title=''/><author><name>Mile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559652844349786027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33973233.post-115931257185923803</id><published>2006-09-26T18:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T18:26:49.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4461/3736/1600/kaoani14.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4461/3736/320/kaoani14.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4461/3736/1600/kaoani14.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quando reflito sobre o profundo amor que eu sinto por Deus, sinto uma inter-ligação que me leva, naturalmente, ao profundo amor de Deus por mim.Então percebo que nada tenho a reclamar sobre a vida que Ele me deu. Por que todos os dias Ele me dá chances para que eu me esforce, e me torne um ser humano melhor e mais feliz.É o tipo de felicidade que só faz bem ao espírito.Meu e Dele.Ele sabe que para quem se esforça, o sabor da vitória é mais doce. A alegria no coração é maior.A alma entra em um ritmo emocionante...dança a música do céu... e canta a canção da vida...ouvindo a orquestra dos Anjos, tocada com os instrumentos afinados pelo tempo.A auto confiança aumenta. E eu me sinto mais capacitada, mais realizada.Esta é a minha verdadeira felicidade. Saber que eu posso realizar cada pequena conquista,com os meus próprios esforços... e com a ajuda Dele.Porque ao final, sinto a minha alma livre.E ao me sentir livre, uma alegria imensa contagia o meu ser. Então eu constato, que durante esse meio tempo, enquanto eu estava apenas lutando pelas minhas conquistas, Ele ficou ao meu lado, torcendo por mim, e aguardando os resultados por que Ele é minha rocha segura.Tudo possso naquele que me fortalece.Uma semana abençoada pra vc!!bjussssssss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33973233-115931257185923803?l=mile1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/feeds/115931257185923803/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33973233&amp;postID=115931257185923803' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33973233/posts/default/115931257185923803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33973233/posts/default/115931257185923803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/2006/09/quando-reflito-sobre-o-profundo-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Mile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559652844349786027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33973233.post-115837450504770692</id><published>2006-09-15T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T21:46:53.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4461/3736/1600/s_f_01_11595_01_02.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4461/3736/320/s_f_01_11595_01_02.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;O que é amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Amor não se define, amor se vive, amor se dá, amor se divide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Feliz é aquele que ama e é amado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Amor não é uma palavra mas um grande sentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;O amor é o sentimento mais contraditório que existe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ele machuca mas faz você sentir que está vivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;AMOR ETERNO não é aquele que dura para sempre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;mas aquele que foi verdadeiro nos momentos em que foi vivido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Amor... Como definir? Não defina, apenas sinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Se um dia tudo lhe parecer perdido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Lembre-se de que você nasceu sem nada e que tudo que conseguiu foi através de esforços e os esforços nunca se perdem somente dignificam as pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ta dificil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Mas ñ é impossivel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Então vamos lá,ñ desista,insista...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;POIS DEUS É CONTIGO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Tudo pode aquele que cre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Fé!sei q vai consequir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33973233-115837450504770692?l=mile1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/feeds/115837450504770692/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33973233&amp;postID=115837450504770692' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33973233/posts/default/115837450504770692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33973233/posts/default/115837450504770692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/2006/09/o-que-amor-amor-no-se-define-amor-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Mile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559652844349786027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33973233.post-115817743509433787</id><published>2006-09-13T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T14:57:15.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nós, mulheres! Não, não me cabe aqui revelar-nos. Mesmo por que, às vezes nem nós nos entendemos.Choramos facilmente, rimos com o coração. Nem sempre quando dizemos "não" significa que estamos dizendo "não." Muitas vezes, quais crianças mimadas, só precisamos que insistam um pouquinho...Descobrimos que um sorriso pode produzir milagres... e uma lágrima também! Nada mais comovente que uma mulher que chora, um sorriso pode desarmar qualquer homem... Damos à luz sob uma dor terrível e nos esquecemos imediatamente depois de termos nosso anjinho nos braços. Corajosas, frágeis e fortes, vamos à luta sem capacete e sem espada. Temos um coração ao lado do cérebro. Não temos músculos, temos garra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33973233-115817743509433787?l=mile1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/feeds/115817743509433787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33973233&amp;postID=115817743509433787' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33973233/posts/default/115817743509433787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33973233/posts/default/115817743509433787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/2006/09/ns-mulheres-no-no-me-cabe-aqui-revelar.html' title=''/><author><name>Mile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559652844349786027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33973233.post-115800656142206058</id><published>2006-09-11T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T15:29:21.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4461/3736/1600/HK24.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4461/3736/320/HK24.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que um dia deixemos de nos falar,mas, enquanto houver amizade,faremos as pazes de novo.Pode ser que um dia o tempo passe.Mas,se a amizade permanecer,um do outro ha de se lembrar.Pode ser que um dia nos afastemos.mas, se formos amigos de verdade,a amizade nos reaproximara.Pode ser que um dia não mais existamos.Mas se ainda sobrar amizade,nasceremos de novo, um para o outro.Pode ser que um dia tudo acabe.Mas, com a amizade construiremos tudo novamente,cada vez de forma diferente,sendo único e inesquecível cada momento que juntos viveremos e nos lembraremos para sempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33973233-115800656142206058?l=mile1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/feeds/115800656142206058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33973233&amp;postID=115800656142206058' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33973233/posts/default/115800656142206058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33973233/posts/default/115800656142206058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/2006/09/pode-ser-que-um-dia-deixemos-de-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>Mile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559652844349786027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33973233.post-115784995339166912</id><published>2006-09-09T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T19:59:13.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Veja que linda poesia, desconheço o autor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tem importância, é só hoje;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã o Sol vai brilhar e aquecer,&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto esta agonia de mim foje,&lt;br /&gt;Prometo que não voltarei a entristecer.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, é só hoje que cai neve.&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã o Sol brilhará com fulgor&lt;br /&gt;Iluminando nossas almas ao de leve&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse a abertura duma flor.&lt;br /&gt;É só hoje, e vai passar depressaEste&lt;br /&gt;frio danado que nos fere a alma.&lt;br /&gt;Esperemos que o vento não se esqueça&lt;br /&gt;De mudar para o quadrante da calma.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje cai chuva, e bem grossa.&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã soprará uma briza morna&lt;br /&gt;Para compensar esta amargura bem&lt;br /&gt;nossaQue este inverno bem malditos nos torna.&lt;br /&gt;Sim! amanhã, amanhã será o dia&lt;br /&gt;Em que o Sol vai brilhar e aquecer,Suave,&lt;br /&gt;o perfume das flores irradiaNestas encostas&lt;br /&gt;e vales, quando o Sol nascer.Amanhã é o dia&lt;br /&gt;reservado ao Amor,E a fragrância das flores&lt;br /&gt;confunde-se na maresia.Amemo-nos pois, e&lt;br /&gt;com todo o ardor.Que felizes seremos, sim&lt;br /&gt;amanhã é o Dia....&lt;br /&gt;EM QUE HAVERÁ MAIS CALOR...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33973233-115784995339166912?l=mile1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/feeds/115784995339166912/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33973233&amp;postID=115784995339166912' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33973233/posts/default/115784995339166912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33973233/posts/default/115784995339166912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/2006/09/veja-que-linda-poesia-desconheo-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Mile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559652844349786027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33973233.post-115773506214344089</id><published>2006-09-08T12:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T20:02:34.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Pensamento do dia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certa vez, um homem caminhava pela praia numa noite de lua a cheia.Pensava desta forma: se tivesse um carro novo, seria feliz;Se tivesse uma casa grande, seria feliz;Se tivesse um excelente trabalho, seria feliz;Se tivesse um parceiro perfeito, seria feliz,Quando tropeçou com uma sacolinha cheia de pedras.Ele começou a jogar as pedrinhas uma a uma no mar cada vez que dizia:Seria feliz se tivesse...Assim o fez até que somente ficou com uma pedrinha na sacolinha, que decidiu guardá-la.Ao chegar em casa percebeu que aquela pedrinha tratava-se de um diamante muito valioso.Você imagina quantos diamantes ele jogou ao mar sem parar para pensar?Assim são as pessoas...Jogam fora seus preciosos tesouros por estarem esperando o que acreditam ser perfeito ou sonhando e desejando o que não têm, sem dar valor ao que têm perto delas.Se olhassem ao redor, parando para observar, perceberiam quão afortunadas são.Muito perto de si está sua felicidade.Cada pedrinha deve ser observada...Pode ser um diamante valioso.Cada um de nossos dias pode ser considerado um diamante precioso, valioso e insubstituível.Depende de cada um aproveitá-lo ou lançá-lo ao mar do esquecimento para nunca mais recuperá-lo.Você como anda jogando suas pedrinhas?(que podem ser namorados, amigos, trabalho e até mesmos seus sonhos).A morte não é a maior perda da vida.A maior perda da vida é o que morre dentro de nós enquanto vivemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Autor ( Gustavo Rocha Gomes )&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/33973233-115773506214344089?l=mile1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/feeds/115773506214344089/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33973233&amp;postID=115773506214344089' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33973233/posts/default/115773506214344089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33973233/posts/default/115773506214344089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/2006/09/o-pensamento-do-dia-certa-vez-um-homem.html' title=''/><author><name>Mile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08559652844349786027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33973233.post-115767406133034240</id><published>2006-09-07T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T19:07:41.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oi gente como vcs podem ver estou de lay novo,q por sinal tá muito lindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E claro q os créditos fica para minha miga Cristal,q fez tudo com muito carinho e paciência,muito obrigada minha linda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu espero estar mais presente nesse blog pois no outro desanimei total,mas nesse aqui quero postar muita coisa boa e espero q seja só alegria hehehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah,quero avisar q minha mãe está indo muito bem e agora vai começar a radioterapia,mas Deus está com ela nesse momento difícil q estar a passar.Mas a vitória é dela em nome de Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33973233-115767406133034240?l=mile1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mile1.blogspot.com/feeds/115767406133034240/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33973233&amp;postID=115767406133034240' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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