<?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-6277198915519159864</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:19:20.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts On Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirljan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277198915519159864/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirljan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243620050909803298</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>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277198915519159864.post-8277209721730019364</id><published>2007-09-25T19:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T19:32:52.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haaaaaaaaaaaa, trabalho, trabalho trabalho, nao da mais!!!!!!!!!!!! Nao tenho tempo pra construir nada!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277198915519159864-8277209721730019364?l=babygirljan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirljan.blogspot.com/feeds/8277209721730019364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277198915519159864&amp;postID=8277209721730019364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277198915519159864/posts/default/8277209721730019364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277198915519159864/posts/default/8277209721730019364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirljan.blogspot.com/2007/09/haaaaaaaaaaaa-trabalho-trabalho.html' title=''/><author><name>My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243620050909803298</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277198915519159864.post-5171391791507309670</id><published>2007-05-05T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T10:04:42.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;A Vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo                                   o que vive não vive sozinho, nem pra si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;                                  "Dizem que a vida é curta, mas não é                                   verdade. A vida é longa para quem&lt;br /&gt;                                  consegue viver pequenas felicidades. E essa                                   tal felicidade anda por aí,&lt;br /&gt;                                  disfarçada, como uma criança traquina                                   brincando de esconde-esconde.&lt;br /&gt;                                  Infelizmente às vezes não percebemos isso e                                   passamos nossa existência&lt;br /&gt;                                  colecionando nãos: a viagem que não fizemos,                                   o presente que não demos, a&lt;br /&gt;                                  festa que não fomos, o amor que não vivemos,                                   o perfume que não sentimos. A&lt;br /&gt;                                  vida é mais emocionante quando se é ator e não                                   espectador; quando se é&lt;br /&gt;                                  piloto e não passageiro, pássaro e não                                   paisagem, cavaleiro e não montaria.&lt;br /&gt;                                  E como ela é feita de instantes, não pode                                   nem deve ser medida em anos ou&lt;br /&gt;                                  meses, mas em minutos e segundos. Esta                                   mensagem é um tributo ao tempo.&lt;br /&gt;                                  Tanto àquele tempo que você soube aproveitar                                   no passado quanto àquele tempo&lt;br /&gt;                                  que você não vai desperdiçar no futuro.                                   Porque a vida é agora..."&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                  "Não tenha medo do futuro, apenas lute e                                   se esforce ao máximo para que ele&lt;br /&gt;                                  seja do jeito que você sempre desejou"&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                  &lt;span style="font-size:-0;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;A morte não é a                                   maior perda da vida.&lt;br /&gt;                                  A maior perda da vida é o que morre dentro de                                   nós enquanto vivemos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#e8dd9f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&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/6277198915519159864-5171391791507309670?l=babygirljan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirljan.blogspot.com/feeds/5171391791507309670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277198915519159864&amp;postID=5171391791507309670' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277198915519159864/posts/default/5171391791507309670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277198915519159864/posts/default/5171391791507309670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirljan.blogspot.com/2007/05/vida-tudo-o-que-vive-no-vive-sozinho.html' title=''/><author><name>My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243620050909803298</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277198915519159864.post-5610352278231670198</id><published>2007-05-05T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T10:00:00.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:7;color:#003300;"&gt;A                          VIDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p style="word-spacing: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A                         vida é como uma corrida de bicicleta,&lt;br /&gt;                        cuja meta é                         cumprir a Lenda Pessoal.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p style="word-spacing: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Na                         largada,estamos  juntos,&lt;br /&gt; compartilhando camaradagem                         e entusiasmo.&lt;br /&gt;                         Mas,à medida que a corrida se desenvolve,&lt;br /&gt;                         a alegria inicial cede lugar aos&lt;br /&gt; verdadeiros                         desafios: o cansaço,&lt;br /&gt;                        a monotonia, as dúvidas quanto à própria capacidade.&lt;br /&gt;                         Reparamos que alguns amigos desistiram do desafio,&lt;br /&gt;                         ainda estão correndo,mas apenas porque&lt;br /&gt; não podem                         parar no meio da estrada.&lt;br /&gt;                         Eles são numerosos, pedalam ao lado do carro de                         apoio,&lt;br /&gt;                         conversam entre si, e cumprem sua obrigação.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p style="word-spacing: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Terminamos                         por nos distanciar deles;&lt;br /&gt;                         e então somos obrigados a                         enfrentar a solidão,&lt;br /&gt;                        as surpresas com as curvas desconhecidas,&lt;br /&gt;                        os problemas com a bicicleta.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p style="word-spacing: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perguntamo-nos                         finalmente se vale a pena tanto esforço.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p style="word-spacing: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p style="word-spacing: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:6;color:#003300;"&gt;Sim,                         vale...É só não desistir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p style="word-spacing: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p style="word-spacing: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;color:#003300;"&gt;Paulo                         Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p style="word-spacing: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277198915519159864-5610352278231670198?l=babygirljan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirljan.blogspot.com/feeds/5610352278231670198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277198915519159864&amp;postID=5610352278231670198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277198915519159864/posts/default/5610352278231670198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277198915519159864/posts/default/5610352278231670198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirljan.blogspot.com/2007/05/vida-vida-como-uma-corrida-de-bicicleta.html' title=''/><author><name>My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243620050909803298</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277198915519159864.post-60428239268186037</id><published>2006-10-04T13:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T13:33:16.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Profundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Não me dêem fórmulas certas, pq eu não serei correta o tempo todo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não me mostrem o que esperam de mim, pq vou seguir meu coração..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não me façam ser quem não sou..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não me convidem a ser igual, pq realmente sou diferente..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não sei amar pela metade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não sei viver de mentira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não sei voar de pés no chão..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sou sempre eu mesma,, mas com certeza não serei a mesma para sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277198915519159864-60428239268186037?l=babygirljan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirljan.blogspot.com/feeds/60428239268186037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277198915519159864&amp;postID=60428239268186037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277198915519159864/posts/default/60428239268186037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277198915519159864/posts/default/60428239268186037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirljan.blogspot.com/2006/10/profundo_04.html' title='Profundo'/><author><name>My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243620050909803298</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-6277198915519159864.post-5725368484800486763</id><published>2006-10-03T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T22:50:17.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Essência da Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"A essência de toda vida espiritual é a emoção que existe dentro de você, é a sua atitude para com os outros. Se sua motivação é pura e sincera, todo o resto vem por si. Você pode desenvolver essa atitude correta para com seus semelhantes baseando-se na bondade, no amor, no respeito e sobretudo na clara percepção da singularidade de cada ser humano." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277198915519159864-5725368484800486763?l=babygirljan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirljan.blogspot.com/feeds/5725368484800486763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277198915519159864&amp;postID=5725368484800486763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277198915519159864/posts/default/5725368484800486763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277198915519159864/posts/default/5725368484800486763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirljan.blogspot.com/2006/10/essncia-da-vida.html' title='Essência da Vida'/><author><name>My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243620050909803298</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-6277198915519159864.post-8184630236321880614</id><published>2006-10-03T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T22:40:11.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;A vida está cheia de desafios que, se aproveitados de forma criativa, transformam-se em oportunidades       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277198915519159864-8184630236321880614?l=babygirljan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirljan.blogspot.com/feeds/8184630236321880614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277198915519159864&amp;postID=8184630236321880614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277198915519159864/posts/default/8184630236321880614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277198915519159864/posts/default/8184630236321880614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirljan.blogspot.com/2006/10/vida-est-cheia-de-desafios-que-se.html' title=''/><author><name>My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243620050909803298</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-6277198915519159864.post-6617149289698931797</id><published>2006-10-03T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T22:35:31.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caminhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Procure os seus caminhos, mas não magoe ninguém nessa procura. Arrependa-se, volte atrás,peça perdão. Não se acostume com o que não o faz feliz. Revolte-se quando “julgar“ necessário. Alague seu coração de esperança,mas não deixe que ele se afogue nelas. Se achar que precisa voltar,volte. Se perceber que precisa seguir, siga! Se estiver tudo errado,começe novamente. Se estiver tudo certo confirme. Se sentir saudades, mate-a. Se perder um amor, não se perca! Se o achar, segure-o!!&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/6277198915519159864-6617149289698931797?l=babygirljan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirljan.blogspot.com/feeds/6617149289698931797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277198915519159864&amp;postID=6617149289698931797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277198915519159864/posts/default/6617149289698931797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277198915519159864/posts/default/6617149289698931797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirljan.blogspot.com/2006/10/caminhos.html' title='Caminhos'/><author><name>My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243620050909803298</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-6277198915519159864.post-2409239479857341365</id><published>2006-09-26T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T22:22:26.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Há pessoas que choram por saberem que as rosas têm espinhos; outras há que sorriem por saberem que os espinhos têm rosas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Pessoas ficam tristes de saber que na vida tem tribulações, e outras pessoas ficam felizes em saber que atrás dessas tribulações tem uma linda vida pra se viver...&lt;br /&gt;Eis aí uma frase que nos faz refletir de que lado estamos na vida. Se somos POSITIVOS, ou se somos NEGATIVOS ao longo da vida. Se nos achamos felízes ou infelízes, se somos gratos ou não pela vida que Deus nos deu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/6277198915519159864-2409239479857341365?l=babygirljan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirljan.blogspot.com/feeds/2409239479857341365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277198915519159864&amp;postID=2409239479857341365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277198915519159864/posts/default/2409239479857341365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277198915519159864/posts/default/2409239479857341365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirljan.blogspot.com/2006/09/h-pessoas-que-choram-por-saberem-que-as.html' title=''/><author><name>My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243620050909803298</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-6277198915519159864.post-3331114594619982505</id><published>2006-09-26T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T22:14:23.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Era tremendamente feliz porque sentia que tinha uma dívida eterna, que nunca poderia pagar, e, no entanto, esforçava-se por pagá-la."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 152, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;(Chesterton)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;u interpretei da seguinte forma:" Alguém que poderá ter o resto da eternidade pendente em algo sem terminar e sem conseguir concluir (mas que nunca desiste), mas que sempre estará feliz acima de qualquer coisa, acima de qualquer caída ou frustração..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Quando li nessa frase me lembrei direto da educação que meus pais me deram dentro da igreja (mórmon). Eu fico pensando se realmente uma pessoa pode ser feliz sempre achando que ela tem que alcançar a perfeição. Se ela não consegue chegar perto do caminho da perfeição ela não é uma pessoa felíz ou realizada na vida. Na minha opinião não existe uma regra pra ser feliz, por que todas as pessoas nesse mundo são diferentes, de consepções, de interesses, de valores, ou de criação. A religião pra mim me ensinou muitas coisas boas, mas também me ensinou muitos medos, e temores. Por que temos que temer a Deus (através do julgamento) pra conseguir a eternidade ao seu lado? Por que não basta apenas amá-lo, amar ao próximo e fazer o bem? Por que temos que ter mil regrinhas, uma lista de obediência e pedidos divínos do Senhor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277198915519159864-3331114594619982505?l=babygirljan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirljan.blogspot.com/feeds/3331114594619982505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277198915519159864&amp;postID=3331114594619982505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277198915519159864/posts/default/3331114594619982505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277198915519159864/posts/default/3331114594619982505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirljan.blogspot.com/2006/09/era-tremendamente-feliz-porque-sentia.html' title=''/><author><name>My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243620050909803298</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-6277198915519159864.post-7239508455710196252</id><published>2006-09-26T21:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T21:47:58.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;O amor é uma actividade, não um afecto passivo; é um acto de firmeza, não de fraqueza...é propriamente dar, e não receber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277198915519159864-7239508455710196252?l=babygirljan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirljan.blogspot.com/feeds/7239508455710196252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277198915519159864&amp;postID=7239508455710196252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277198915519159864/posts/default/7239508455710196252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277198915519159864/posts/default/7239508455710196252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirljan.blogspot.com/2006/09/amor.html' title='AMOR'/><author><name>My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243620050909803298</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-6277198915519159864.post-2467264800452659159</id><published>2006-09-26T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T21:43:42.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7736/766259633242084/1600/Janise%20002modi.psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7736/766259633242084/320/Janise%20002modi.psd.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GABI MARK E EU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277198915519159864-2467264800452659159?l=babygirljan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirljan.blogspot.com/feeds/2467264800452659159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277198915519159864&amp;postID=2467264800452659159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277198915519159864/posts/default/2467264800452659159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277198915519159864/posts/default/2467264800452659159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirljan.blogspot.com/2006/09/gabi-eu-e-mark.html' title=''/><author><name>My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243620050909803298</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277198915519159864.post-8669432139730172565</id><published>2006-09-26T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T21:40:31.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7736/766259633242084/1600/IMG_1198%20%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7736/766259633242084/320/IMG_1198%20%28Medium%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277198915519159864-8669432139730172565?l=babygirljan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirljan.blogspot.com/feeds/8669432139730172565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277198915519159864&amp;postID=8669432139730172565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277198915519159864/posts/default/8669432139730172565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277198915519159864/posts/default/8669432139730172565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirljan.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243620050909803298</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-6277198915519159864.post-8540799719841036266</id><published>2006-09-26T21:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T21:28:21.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eperança</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0pt 30px;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; A esperança não é um sonho, mas uma maneira de traduzir os sonhos em realidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 0pt 30px;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:85%;"  &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/6277198915519159864-8540799719841036266?l=babygirljan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirljan.blogspot.com/feeds/8540799719841036266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277198915519159864&amp;postID=8540799719841036266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277198915519159864/posts/default/8540799719841036266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277198915519159864/posts/default/8540799719841036266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirljan.blogspot.com/2006/09/eperana_26.html' title='Eperança'/><author><name>My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243620050909803298</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-6277198915519159864.post-7765321826809820370</id><published>2006-09-26T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T21:22:38.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;                                                                                                          &lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;SAUDADE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Da                                                                                                          amizade,                                                                                                          do                                                                                                          amor...&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                       é                                                                                                          colorido                                                                                                          encanto                                                                                                          de                                                                                                          viver-sentir,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                       lembranças,                                                                                                          razão                                                                                                          do                                                                                                          bem-querer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                                                                       &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Saudade                                                                                                          é                                                                                                          fruir                                                                                                          lonjuras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Saudade                                                                                                          é                                                                                                          ser                                                                                                          e                                                                                                          não-ser:                                                                                                          mil                                                                                                          idéias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;                                                                                                        Presença                                                                                                          na                                                                                                          ausência.                                                                                                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;É sentir o vazio de dentro pra fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;A lembrança do carinho dos amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Daquele bem querer que me seguia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Daquela confiança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Daqueles dias que me fizeram tão felizes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;E que agora ficam na inesquecível lembrança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277198915519159864-7765321826809820370?l=babygirljan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirljan.blogspot.com/feeds/7765321826809820370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277198915519159864&amp;postID=7765321826809820370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277198915519159864/posts/default/7765321826809820370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277198915519159864/posts/default/7765321826809820370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirljan.blogspot.com/2006/09/saudade-da-amizade-do-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243620050909803298</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-6277198915519159864.post-7947352850087514372</id><published>2006-09-26T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T18:26:45.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar é viver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wanderlino.com.br/poesias/img/71a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.wanderlino.com.br/poesias/img/71a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Amar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                                                  Amar muito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                                                  Amar todas as horas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                                                  amar sempre, sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                                                     amar a vida,&lt;br /&gt;                                             te amar, meu amor,&lt;br /&gt;                                             porque amar é viver.                                              &lt;br /&gt;                                             Gostando de ti,&lt;br /&gt;                                             gosto do vida,&lt;br /&gt;                                             vivo de amar.&lt;br /&gt;                                             De tudo que acontece,&lt;br /&gt;                                             no meio dos sofrimentos,&lt;br /&gt;                                             no meio das alegrias,&lt;br /&gt;                                             no meio das esperanças,&lt;br /&gt;                                             adoro o teu amor,&lt;br /&gt;                                             adoro o teu sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;                                             o brilho da tua alegria,&lt;br /&gt;                                             a cor verde dos teus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;                                             te adoro, morena.&lt;br /&gt;                                             Entre a terra e o céu,&lt;br /&gt;                                             gosto das flores,&lt;br /&gt;                                             da brisa, da luz,&lt;br /&gt;                                             das muitas crianças,&lt;br /&gt;                                             gosto do próprio amor.&lt;br /&gt;                                             Mas, acima de tudo,&lt;br /&gt;                                             de mais do que tudo,&lt;br /&gt;                                             é de ti, meu querido,&lt;br /&gt;                                             o meu viver,&lt;br /&gt;                                             O meu amar !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277198915519159864-7947352850087514372?l=babygirljan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babygirljan.blogspot.com/feeds/7947352850087514372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6277198915519159864&amp;postID=7947352850087514372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277198915519159864/posts/default/7947352850087514372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277198915519159864/posts/default/7947352850087514372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babygirljan.blogspot.com/2006/09/amar-viver.html' title='Amar é viver'/><author><name>My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243620050909803298</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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
