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Le Petit Prince</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>181</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-4078342395059759718</id><published>2011-07-12T12:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T12:16:36.048-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarde te amei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PDDBD0s24Oo/ThxlSY5fNOI/AAAAAAAABAA/l8xqA15-aZg/s1600/2749469147_ebacf4ea22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PDDBD0s24Oo/ThxlSY5fNOI/AAAAAAAABAA/l8xqA15-aZg/s400/2749469147_ebacf4ea22.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Tarde te amei, ó beleza tão antiga e tão nova!&lt;br /&gt;Tarde demais eu te amei!&lt;br /&gt;Eis que habitavas dentro de mim e eu te procurava do lado de fora!&lt;br /&gt;Eu, disforme, lançava-me sobre as belas formas das tuas criaturas.&lt;br /&gt;Estavas comigo, mas eu não estava contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Retinham-me longe de ti as tuas criaturas, que não existiriam se em ti não existissem.&lt;br /&gt;Tu me chamaste, e teu grito rompeu a minha surdez.&lt;br /&gt;Fulguraste e brilhaste e tua luz afugentou a minha cegueira.&lt;br /&gt;Espargiste tua fragrância e, respirando-a, suspirei por ti.&lt;br /&gt;Tu me tocaste, e agora estou ardendo no desejo de tua paz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santo Agostinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3980620515906175971-4078342395059759718?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/4078342395059759718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=4078342395059759718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/4078342395059759718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/4078342395059759718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2011/07/tarde-te-amei.html' title='Tarde te amei'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PDDBD0s24Oo/ThxlSY5fNOI/AAAAAAAABAA/l8xqA15-aZg/s72-c/2749469147_ebacf4ea22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-6861179914910701829</id><published>2011-07-11T12:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T12:53:23.517-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows – Part 2: The end of an epic history</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7EeEgsu6dDM/ThsbIhuQYcI/AAAAAAAAA_E/M4VZNpLrOds/s1600/HP_wp_hero_1280x1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7EeEgsu6dDM/ThsbIhuQYcI/AAAAAAAAA_E/M4VZNpLrOds/s400/HP_wp_hero_1280x1024.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;“Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows – Part 2,” is the final adventure in the Harry Potter film series. The much-anticipated motion picture event is the second of two full-length parts.&lt;br /&gt;In the epic finale, the battle between the good and evil forces of the wizarding world escalates into an all-out war. The stakes have never been higher and no one is safe. But it is Harry Potter who may be called upon to make the ultimate sacrifice as he draws closer to the climactic showdown with Lord Voldemort.&lt;br /&gt;It all ends here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;ABOUT THE PRODUCTION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;You’re a Wizard, Harry.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ten years ago, those four words signified the beginning of the extraordinary cinematic journey of a boy whose name became synonymous with magic: Harry Potter. Over the next decade, the film franchise that bears his name changed movie history while also changing the lives of its multi-generational ensemble cast and the filmmakers who devoted themselves to bringing J.K. Rowling’s seven-volume literary masterpiece to the screen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tuckuzev-vE/ThsbVhzh64I/AAAAAAAAA_c/UEPAYRU1fF4/s1600/HP_wp_villain_1280x1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tuckuzev-vE/ThsbVhzh64I/AAAAAAAAA_c/UEPAYRU1fF4/s400/HP_wp_villain_1280x1024.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commencing with 2001’s “Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone” and culminating with the two-part adaptation of the final title, “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows,” the films have become the top-grossing franchise of all time, capturing the imagination of audiences around the world. Additionally, both the books and the movies have been woven into our culture, adding words like Muggle, Quidditch, Hogwarts and even Expelliarmus! to the global lexicon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aUKoJxebqwI/ThsbGO1LJPI/AAAAAAAAA_A/lS_Ugc3qcN4/s1600/HP_wp_hermione_1280x1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aUKoJxebqwI/ThsbGO1LJPI/AAAAAAAAA_A/lS_Ugc3qcN4/s400/HP_wp_hermione_1280x1024.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Heyman, who, in 1997, discovered the as-yet-unpublished Harry Potter manuscript and has produced all of the movies, acknowledges, “I could never have imagined when we embarked on the first film the level of response from audiences through the years. It’s been beyond my wildest dreams, so I look back on it with great pride and with gratitude, for the fans and especially for Jo Rowling.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--nTdEGBhgfM/ThsbO6fujPI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/xSlHHxWxrk8/s1600/HP_wp_ron_1280x1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--nTdEGBhgfM/ThsbO6fujPI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/xSlHHxWxrk8/s400/HP_wp_ron_1280x1024.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aUKoJxebqwI/ThsbGO1LJPI/AAAAAAAAA_A/lS_Ugc3qcN4/s1600/HP_wp_hermione_1280x1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ruw-nvOSFjA/ThsbKnkjT8I/AAAAAAAAA_I/mL8i3I2mr-U/s1600/HP_wp_mcgonagall_1280x1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ruw-nvOSFjA/ThsbKnkjT8I/AAAAAAAAA_I/mL8i3I2mr-U/s400/HP_wp_mcgonagall_1280x1024.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nw3388vTnH8/ThsbNDKs_6I/AAAAAAAAA_M/YfS9J6zg7Lg/s1600/HP_wp_neville_1280x1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nw3388vTnH8/ThsbNDKs_6I/AAAAAAAAA_M/YfS9J6zg7Lg/s400/HP_wp_neville_1280x1024.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collectively, the Harry Potter movies were an unprecedented undertaking for all involved—no other motion picture series had ever followed a linear story surrounding the same characters over the course of eight full-length features.&lt;br /&gt;Producer David Barron notes, “It really has been unique, but it was entirely dependent on having rich enough source material, and that, of course, began with the books.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-_Q4lllbI/ThsbTQOVOEI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/jIwf1EqncVs/s1600/HP_wp_twins_1280x1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq-_Q4lllbI/ThsbTQOVOEI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/jIwf1EqncVs/s400/HP_wp_twins_1280x1024.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Audiences have also watched all of the young characters in Harry Potter go from childhood to adulthood and, as they have matured, so have the stories. “It’s about engaging the imagination because those are ‘muscles’ that also need to be developed as a child grows up,” says Alan Rickman, who has played the enigmatic Professor Severus Snape in all of the movies. “In order for that to happen properly, there have to be some big themes to think about. What’s right and what’s wrong? Who do I trust and who don’t I? What does it mean to be brave…and what does loyalty mean? It’s all in there.”&lt;br /&gt;With each successive title, the stakes were raised and the dangers amplified as Lord Voldemort returned and now reigns.&lt;br /&gt;In “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows – Part 2,” the young wizards are now on the front lines of a world at war. Heyman declares, “This is the final battle for Hogwarts, the final battle for the wizarding world and—something we’ve been building towards throughout this series—the final conflict between Harry and Voldemort.”&lt;br /&gt;Yates says, “It was important to end the series with an epic finale, so we have battles and dragons, spiders and giants...but at heart, this is a story about the characters. Spectacle is important, but caring about the people in the middle of it is what pulls the audience into the journey with them.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="378" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.mugglehub.com/media/swf/muggleVideoPlayer.swf?videoPath=http://pdl.warnerbros.com/wbol/uk/movies/hp7b/425x344.flv&amp;amp;videoWidth=425&amp;amp;videoHeight=344"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.mugglehub.com/media/swf/muggleVideoPlayer.swf?videoPath=http://pdl.warnerbros.com/wbol/uk/movies/hp7b/425x344.flv&amp;amp;videoWidth=425&amp;amp;videoHeight=344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="378"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3980620515906175971-6861179914910701829?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/6861179914910701829/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=6861179914910701829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/6861179914910701829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/6861179914910701829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2011/07/harry-potter-and-deathly-hallows-part-2.html' title='Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows – Part 2: The end of an epic history'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7EeEgsu6dDM/ThsbIhuQYcI/AAAAAAAAA_E/M4VZNpLrOds/s72-c/HP_wp_hero_1280x1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-1257325217775485733</id><published>2011-06-21T00:49:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T00:54:08.456-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A História de Nossa Senhora Menina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9gqYb5s148I/TgAUkrVW2oI/AAAAAAAAA-A/8CgkCjRv4Rc/s1600/menina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9gqYb5s148I/TgAUkrVW2oI/AAAAAAAAA-A/8CgkCjRv4Rc/s320/menina.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;A imagem de Nossa Senhora Menina foi modelada em cera em 1735 pela Irmã  Isabella Chiara Fornari(1697-1744), em Todi, Itália. Em 1738 essa imagem  foi comprada pelo Bispo de Milão, Alberico Simonetta. Mais ou menos um  ano após a sua morte a imagem foi para as irmãs capuchinhas do  Monastério de Santa Maria dos Anjos. As freiras desse convento passaram  então a venerar Nossa Senhora Menina porque elas se dedicavam à educação  de jovens. Logo essas irmãs tornaram-se devotas fervorosas do mistério  da Natividade de Maria. Durante a supressão das congregações religiosas  (nos anos 1800) a imagem de Maria Menina ficou sob a custódia da irmã  Bárbara Viazzoli, que foi a última freira capuchinha a guardar essa  imagem. Logo depois de sua morte a imagem foi dada ao pároco da Igreja  de São Marcos, Frei Luigi Bosisio, que, por sua vez, confiou a imagem à  Madre Superiora Teresa Bosio das Irmãs de Caridade do Hospital Ciceri,  em 1842. Em 24 de abril de 1876 a imagem de cera foi trazida para o  lugar onde está até hoje, na Maternidade das Irmãs de Caridade, em  Milão.Durante todo esse tempo a devoção a Nossa Senhora Menina ficou  limitada às freiras e noviças daquela comunidade. A imagem era  usualmente exposta no Noviciado e somente ia para a capela no dia da  Natividade de Maria, dia 8 de Setembro e também durante as Oitavas (um  período de oito dias que incluía o dia da festa seguido de mais sete  dias). No entanto, o tempo e as festas deixaram marcas na imagem de  cera. A face se tornou descolorida e amarelada, sem vida. A imagem foi  então removida do Noviciado e passou a ser guardada numa grande cômoda.  Todo ano alguém a retirava dali e a levava até a capela, mas somente no  dia da Natividade de Maria e nas Oitavas.A partir de 9 de setembro de  1884 Nossa Senhora Menina começou a recompensar seus devotos. A Irmã  Giuseppa Woinovich ficou entrevada e sentia dores terríveis devido à  paralisia de seus braços e pernas. Em 8 de setembro ela implorou à Madre  Superiora que trouxesse a imagem de Nossa Senhora Menina para a  enfermaria para que ela pudesse passar a noite. Na manhã seguinte a  Madre Superiora teve a idéia de levar a todas as outras doentes da  enfermaria aquela velha e maltratada imagem para que todas pudessem  venerá-la. Naquela enfermaria havia uma noviça muito devota chamada  Giulia Macario, que não podia andar devido a uma grave doença.  Fervorosamente ela tomou a imagem em seus braços e pediu a Maria Menina a  graça de ter sua saúde de volta. Imediatamente ela foi curada.Após esse  milagre a imagem foi guardada no quarto da Madre Superiora. Em 18 de  outubro de 1884 vestiram a imagem de Maria Menina e a colocaram num  lindo berço. Ela foi solenemente carregada e colocada entre dois  candelabros, num quarto que ficou sendo sua capela provisória. Ali as  Irmãs podiam parar para rezar assentadas no único banco que havia no  aposento.Nos meses seguintes outras duas Irmãs foram miraculosamente  curadas pela intercessão de Nossa Senhora Menina.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TbVFBTaDbL0/TgAUt91XTFI/AAAAAAAAA-E/briaUdLWBqU/s1600/mariabambina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TbVFBTaDbL0/TgAUt91XTFI/AAAAAAAAA-E/briaUdLWBqU/s320/mariabambina.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Muitas graças e  milagres aconteceram pela devoção de Maria Menina. Em 16 de janeiro de  1885 as Irmãs começaram a testemunhar uma incrível transformação.  Daquela imagem de cera amarelada, cinzenta e sem vida começou a surgir  cor e vivacidade e a imagem passou a ser tão linda quanto o rosto de um  bebê.Em 8 de setembro de 1888 a Madre Superiora Clementina Lachman levou  Maria Menina para sua nova capela. Em 31 de Maio de 1904 a imagem foi  solenemente coroada pelo Cardeal Ferrari e em setembro de 1909 o Papa  Pio X concedeu indulgência plenária para visitas às capelas das Irmãs de  Caridade a todo dia 8 de setembro. Nos anos subseqüentes uma corrente  de fraternidade em honra a Maria Menina e a “Liga da Inocência” foram  criadas. Passou a ser costume dar de presente uma pequena imagem de  Nossa Senhora Menina aos casais recém-casados. A devoção a Maria Menina  se espalhou a partir de Milão para toda a Itália.Durante a segunda  guerra mundial, em 24 de outubro de 1942 o convento foi atingido por  bombas. Em fevereiro de 1942 levaram a imagem para um lugar seguro, na  Via Maggianico. Durante os dias 15 e 16 de agosto de 1943, devido aos  constantes bombardeios, o santuário e o convento ficaram em ruínas. No  entanto, a destruição do santuário não deteve as freiras e as pessoas em  Milão e foi feita a celebração da festa da Natividade de Nossa Senhora.  Em 4 de setembro de 1945 Nossa Senhora Menina retornou a Milão. Depois  do terceiro dia de celebração em sua honra ela foi provisoriamente  instalada em uma capela próxima ao convento. Em 18 de novembro de 1953  ela foi levada ao novo santuário e, no dia 21 o novo santuário foi  consagrado pelo Cardeal Schuster.A cada ano na festa da Natividade de  Nossa Senhora as Irmãs tocam pequenos chumaços de algodão na imagem de  Nossa Senhora Menina. Esses chumaços são distribuídos entre os devotos  como relíquias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oração à Nossa Senhora Menina:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Flor de Primavera, Lírio de Pureza,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Doce Ventre de Ana que guardou o Coração da Mãe de Deus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Maria,beleza Infantil, Coração de Criança,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Alma Delicada que todos os anjos veneram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Sede a minha inspiração, Menina Pura de Deus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Sede a minha força, Encanto do Espírito Santo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Sede para mim a Luz que me leva ao céu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Maria, menina, ensina-me a amar a Deus como tu o amastes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Desde a mais tenra idade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Orgulho do Filho de Deus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Rogai por mim e obtenha de Deus a pureza de criança para a minha alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Amém.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Promessas desta oração&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Todos aqueles que assim fizerem, terão a minha proteção materna durante toda a sua vida.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As crianças que recitarem esta oração jamais se perderão.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Os doentes, moribundos, que ofenderam o meu Filho com pecados de impureza, verão a minha misericórdia socorrê-los.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As gestantes, em trabalho de parto, que rezarem esta oração verão o meu auxilio materno.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As religiosas que se encontrarem em luta contra as forças infernais verão banido todo o mal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aqueles que recitarem em família verão o meu auxilio em forma de graças abundantes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Obs.: A Virgem fez compreender que podemos rezar sempre e até devemos, mas ficará muito feliz se rezarmos esta oração nos cinco dias antes do seu aniversário.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Óh Maria concebida sem pecado, rogai por nós que recorremos a vós! 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Desconfortavelmente. Com  uma infelicidade crua na alma. Estão ficando velhas, mas não estão  ficando sábias. Um rancor cobre-lhes a pele, a escrita e o gesto. São  críticos azedos do mundo. Em vez de críticos, aliás, estão ficando  cítricos, sem nenhuma doçura nas palavras. Estão amargos. Com fel nos  olhos.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Envelhecer deveria ser como plainar. Como quem não  sofre mais (tanto) com os inevitáveis atritos. Assim como a nave que sai  do desgaste da atmosfera e vai entrando noutro astral, e vai silente*, e  vai gastando nenhum-quase combustível, flutuando como uma caravela no  mar ou uma cápsula no cosmos.&lt;br /&gt;Os elefantes, por exemplo, envelhecem  bem. E olha que é uma tarefa enorme. Não se queixam do peso dos anos,  nem da ruga do tempo e, quando percebem a hora da morte, caminham  pausadamente para um certo e mesmo lugar - o cemitério dos elefantes, e  aí morrem, completamente, com a grandeza existencial só aos grandes  permitida.&lt;br /&gt;Os vinhos envelhecem melhor ainda. Ficam ali nos limites  de sua garrafa, na espessura de seu sabor, na adega do prazer. E vão  envelhecendo e ganhando vida, envelhecendo e sendo amados e, porque  velhos, desejados. Os vinhos envelhecem densamente. E dão prazer.&lt;br /&gt;O  problema da velhice também se dá com certos instrumentos. Não me refiro  aos que enferrujam pelos cantos, mas a um envelhecimento atuante como o  da faca. Nela o corte diário dos dias a vai consumindo. E, no entanto,  ela continua afiadíssima, encaixando-se nas mãos da cozinheira como  nenhuma faca nova.&lt;br /&gt;Vai ver, a natureza deveria ter feito os homens  envelhecerem de modo diferente. Como as facas, digamos, por desgaste,  sim, mas nunca desgastante. Seria a suave solução: a gente devia ir se  gastando, se gastando, se gastando até desaparecer sem dor, como quem,  caminhando contra o vento, de repente, se evaporasse. E iam perguntar:  cadê fulano? E alguém diria - gastou-se, foi vivendo, vivendo e acabou.  Acabou, é claro, sem nenhum gemido ou resmungo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especialistas vão dizer que envelhece mal o indivíduo que não realizou  suas pulsões eróticas essenciais: aquele que deixou coagulada ou oculta  uma grande parte de seus desejos. Isso é verdade. Parcial, porém. Pois  não se sabe por que estranhos caminhos de sublimação há pessoas que,  embora roxas de levar tanta pancada na vida, têm, contudo, um arco-íris  na alma.&lt;br /&gt;Bilac dizia que a gente deveria aprender a envelhecer com  as velhas árvores. Walt Whitman tem um poema onde vai dizendo: "Penso  que podia ir viver com os animais que são tão plácidos e bastam-se a si  mesmos". &lt;br /&gt;Ainda agora tirei os olhos do papel e olhei a natureza em  torno. Nunca vi o Sol se queixar no entardecer. Nem a Lua chorar quando  amanhece.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;(SANT'ANNA, Affonso R. de. "Coleção melhores crônicas". São Paulo: Global, 2003.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3980620515906175971-6941476191987618298?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/6941476191987618298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=6941476191987618298&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/6941476191987618298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/6941476191987618298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2011/06/envelhecer-com-mel-ou-fel.html' title='Envelhecer : com mel ou fel ?'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rXzszkaDTXk/Tf4PqN3AdfI/AAAAAAAAA98/FKS3Xhl6isA/s72-c/envelhecer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-6339523667919254795</id><published>2011-06-15T12:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T12:30:44.784-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Busco a Tua voz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="div_letra" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-suiIUw0biGM/TfjKV2JZFQI/AAAAAAAAA9w/9uYlsskTI8U/s1600/180787_Papel-de-Parede-Vento-Elevando-Espirito_1400x1050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-suiIUw0biGM/TfjKV2JZFQI/AAAAAAAAA9w/9uYlsskTI8U/s400/180787_Papel-de-Parede-Vento-Elevando-Espirito_1400x1050.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://snd.sc/jOIufS"&gt;Ouça aqui!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Onde estás? Porque não respondes?&lt;br /&gt;Fala-me? Onde te escondes?&lt;br /&gt;Necessito da Tua presença, minha alma busca a Ti.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Espírito, que dás vida ao mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Coração que bate no profundo,&lt;br /&gt;Apaga os pecados da terra e cobre-a de liberdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sopra vento que tens a força de mudar&lt;br /&gt;Fora e dentro em mim,&lt;br /&gt;Este mundo que agora gira em, gira em torno a Ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sopra bem aqui, entre as casas, nas estradas da minha cidade.&lt;br /&gt;Tu nos impulsionas até um ponto&lt;br /&gt;Que representa o sentido do tempo, do tempo de unidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Levanta-me, e cura as feridas, preenche estas mãos vazias.&lt;br /&gt;Sou muitas vezes assim sem uma meta,&lt;br /&gt;E sem Ti o que farei?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Espírito, oceano de luz, fala-me busco a tua voz.&lt;br /&gt;Costura com fio de ouro a minha história&lt;br /&gt;E tece-a de eternidade&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/3980620515906175971-6339523667919254795?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/6339523667919254795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=6339523667919254795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/6339523667919254795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/6339523667919254795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2011/06/busco-tua-voz.html' title='Busco a Tua voz'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-suiIUw0biGM/TfjKV2JZFQI/AAAAAAAAA9w/9uYlsskTI8U/s72-c/180787_Papel-de-Parede-Vento-Elevando-Espirito_1400x1050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-7600132838108799362</id><published>2011-03-29T02:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T11:55:06.726-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lançamento 3º CD - Kyrios Dei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Igl3tWVg1QA/TfjHV6RlM-I/AAAAAAAAA9s/cnk3vvVqlew/s1600/247180_2034418950307_1539190238_2169930_1390683_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Igl3tWVg1QA/TfjHV6RlM-I/AAAAAAAAA9s/cnk3vvVqlew/s400/247180_2034418950307_1539190238_2169930_1390683_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pessoal gostaríamos de confirmar a data do lançamento do Cd da Banda Kyrios Dei no dia 27 de julho de 2011. as 19h no Teatro do shopping Via Sul. 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font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Fonte: &lt;a href="http://www.derradeirasgracas.com/4.%20Apari%C3%A7%C3%B5es%20de%20N%20Senhora/Nossa%20Senhora%20de%20Czestochowa..htm"&gt;Últimas e Derradeiras Graças&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:08K2kTXBEJZBBM:http://www.champagnat.org/images1/maria/mundo/images/mini-Czestochowa-Polonia_jpg.jpg&amp;amp;t=1" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:08K2kTXBEJZBBM:http://www.champagnat.org/images1/maria/mundo/images/mini-Czestochowa-Polonia_jpg.jpg&amp;amp;t=1" width="435" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Onde aconteceu: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Na       Polônia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;      Quando: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Em       agosto de 1382.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;A       quem: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ao       Príncipe Ladislau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;A História.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="style151"&gt;      &lt;span&gt;      Conforme tradição muito antiga, o quadro de &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;N. Sra. do       Monte Claro é cópia fiel da pintura feita pelo evangelista       São Lucas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="style151"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;      &lt;span&gt;      Seguidas vezes, são Lucas visitava Virgem Maria, colhendo       dela pormenores da infância de Jesus. Foi numa dessas       ocasiões que ele, na própria tábua da mesa de cedro que       Nossa Senhora usava para seu trabalho e oração, pintou sua       imagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="style151"&gt;      &lt;span&gt;Diz a       lenda que, ao iniciar a pintura do rosto da Virgem Maria,       deteve-se pensativo, preocupado em exprimir da melhor forma       possível toda beleza da Mãe de Deus. Profundamente       recolhido, cochilou e adormeceu por alguns instantes e,       acordando, surpreendeu-se ao encontrar o quadro pronto, no       qual o rosto de Maria, de celestial beleza, estava pintado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;      Sendo Jerusalém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;       ocupada pelo exército romano, a Santa Helena - mãe do       Imperador Constantino - foi conhecer os lugares santos e       procurar &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;o lenho da Santa Cruz.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Santa Helena       viu o quadro e recebeu-o das mulheres que o guardavam.       Encontrando também o lenho da Santa Cruz, enviou ambos a seu       filho Constantino o Grande, Imperador de Constantinopla,       naquela época, metrópole da Igreja. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;      Esse Imperador, recém convertido ao cristianismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;,       recebeu o quadro enviado por sua mãe, com grande alegria,       colocando-o na capela particular de seu palácio. Muitas       cópias do quadro milagroso foram feitas, por ordem de       Constantino, e por ele doadas aos cristãos do oriente e       ocidente. O quadro original permaneceu com ele. Por mais de       400 anos o quadro permaneceu nas capelas particulares, como       propriedade dos príncipes russos. Depois o quadro foi       transferido para a capela do castelo Belz, na Rússia, onde       permaneceu por muitos anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;      Entrando a Rússia em guerra contra Ludovico, rei da Hungria       e da Polônia, foi por este vencida. A cidade de Belz e o       castelo caíram nas mãos de Ludovico, que nomeou seu sobrinho       Ladislau, Príncipe de Opole - Polônia, como governador de       Belz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;      Visitando as dependências do castelo, Ladislau encontrou o       quadro de N.Sra. e, cheio de respeito e amor para com Mãe de       Deus, colocou-o na capela do palácio. Entretanto, pouco       tempo depois, a cidade de Belz foi invadida pelos Tártaros,       que atacaram o castelo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;      Ladislau com sua agente, defendia-se de forma heróica dos       invasores muito mais numerosos. Vendo que seus esforços eram       inúteis, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ladislau recorreu à proteção de Maria e,       prostrando-se diante do Quadro sagrado, pediu socorro, que       lhes veio sem demora. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;O príncipe, grato pela ajuda       milagrosa, decidiu retirar o quadro da Virgem de Belz, pois       era um lugar exposto aos ataques dos Tártaros, e levá-lo a       Opole (Polônia) capital do seu principado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;      Contudo, por desígnio de Deus e vontade de Maria, resolveu       deixar o quadro numa capela situada &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;na colina chamada       Monte Claro, perto de Czestochowa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. O ponto mais       alto, por ser um descalvado de calcário, recebeu este nome       de &lt;i&gt;Monte Claro (= Jasna Gora)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chegada do Quadro Milagroso à Polônia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Em       agosto de 1382, O Príncipe Ladislau confiou o quadro       milagroso aos cuidados dos Frades Paulinos, seus fiéis       guardiões. Construiu-lhes, com ajuda do povo daquela região,      &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;o convento, a igreja e fez generosa doação em terras e       aldeias para manutenção do convento e do Santuário.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;       Ladislau Jagiello, rei da Polônia e Lituânia, não só aprovou       as doações do Príncipe, mas contribuiu com outro tanto por       sua parte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://www.derradeirasgracas.com/images/Nossa%20Senhora/Santu%C3%A1rio%20de%20Czestocova.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;      &lt;span&gt;Vista parcial do Santuário      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;      &lt;span&gt;em Monte Claro em       Czestochowa – Polônia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;A       pedido deste rei, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;o Papa Martinho V, pela Bula de 27       de Novembro de 1429, enriqueceu o santuário de Monte Claro       com diversas indulgências e com a benção papal.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Desde       o primeiro dia da chegada do quadro da Virgem Maria na terra       polonesa o povo recorre a Nossa Senhora, pedindo saúde,       consolo e graças espirituais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;      &lt;span&gt;      Inúmeras graças atribuem-se a ele:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;       doentes foram curados, pessoas desesperadas encontraram paz       e consolação etc. Todos os que recorriam à Mãe de Deus com       confiança e amor, eram atendidos em suas necessidades.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;      Peregrinações das mais longínquas localidades do país e       mesmo do estrangeiro chegavam ao &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Monte Claro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;       em busca de socorro material e espiritual. Confortados pela       ajuda recebida, expressavam a sua gratidão, oferecendo ao       Santuário donativos em ouro, prata, pedras preciosas e       dinheiro. Também a rainha da Polônia, Santa Edviges, com seu       esposo, o rei Ladislau Jagiello e os dignitários da corte,       faziam ricas doações a Nossa Senhora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ornada       com tantas jóias de alto valor, o quadro milagroso tornou-se       objeto de cobiça por parte dos ateus, dos infiéis e dos       assaltantes, numerosos naquela época. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Na       madrugada do dia da Páscoa, do ano de 1430, o Santuário de       Nossa Senhora, onde apenas os frades e alguns peregrinos se       encontravam, foi repentinamente invadido por bandidos.       Arrancaram do altar o quadro, jóias, cálices e tudo de       grande valor, jogaram tudo numa carroça, pondo-se em fuga.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Por       descuido o quadro caiu da carroça e quiseram o recolocar,       mas não o conseguiram. Do castelo mais próximo, vieram       soldados armados e puseram-se imediatamente atrás dos       bandidos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Os       bandidos percebendo o que acontecera e não conseguindo       recolocar o quadro no veículo, o chefe dos bandidos, na       iminência de ser apanhado, encolerizou-se, golpeou-o       diversas vezes com a espada e fugiu apressado. Ao chegar no       local, soldados, peregrinos e frades, encontraram o quadro       partido em três pedaços e o rosto de Nossa Senhora       dolorosamente ferido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;      Ajoelhando-se, pediram ajuda de Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;.       Depois pediram ao rei da Polônia Ladislau Jagiello que       tomasse providências necessárias para restauração do quadro.       Famosos pintores foram até lá para restaurar, mas nenhum       deles conseguiu restaurar a pintura do quadro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Quando       todos desistiram, um jovem que havia auxiliado o primeiro       pintor veio até o rei e declarou com toda simplicidade:      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;      "A Mãe de Deus não quer que sejam apagadas essas       cicatrizes". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dito       isto, pediu que lhe desse licença para concluir a       restauração do quadro, e o rei embora contrariado, não tendo       outro recurso cedeu ao seu pedido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;      Antes de pintar o jovem rezou a noite inteira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;.       Concluído o trabalho, entregou ao rei Ladislau o quadro       completamente restaurado, com todos os cortes cobertos,       exceto os três ferimentos no rosto de Nossa Senhora. O jovem       pintor havia desaparecido e nunca mais foi visto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;O       quadro voltou ao seu trono, ornado novamente de ouro, prata       e pedra preciosas, doadas pelos reis e pelo povo. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A       Mãe de Deus continuou, desde então, operando milagres e       atendendo a todos os que a Ela recorriam com confiança e fé.      &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Em       1655, os Suecos invadiram a Polônia e atacaram também o       Convento e o Santuário de Czestochowa, a fim de se       apoderarem das riquezas do país. No Convento havia apenas       frades e 50 famílias e alguns soldados. &lt;i&gt;Durante 40 dias,       os suecos atacavam com mais de 15 mil homens, canhões       etc...,&lt;/i&gt; lançando bombas incendiárias sobre o Santuário.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;      Os frades e os outros sitiados defendiam-se heroicamente,       confiando na proteção de Nossa Senhora e chegavam afazer       procissão com o Santíssimo em volta do Santuário, cantando e       rezando no meio dos ataques do inimigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Os       suecos reconhecendo que lutavam contra forças sobrenaturais       resolveram se afastar na noite de Natal e pouco tempo       depois, foram expulsos também do país. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;      No ano seguinte de 1656, Nossa Senhora de Czestochowa foi       declarada, oficialmente, pelo Papa, RAINHA DA POLÔNIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;            &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;            Milagres Ocorridos no Século XX.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;      Muitas são as graças atribuídas à Nossa Senhora do Monte       Claro no século XX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;No       final da II Grande Guerra, Adolf Hitler reconhecia que a       investida contra a Polônia havia fracassado devido, segundo       suas próprias palavras, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"à Negra de Czestochowa"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;      No dia 26 de Agosto de 1956&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;,       um milhão de poloneses, unidos num só coração, renovou o       Voto da Nação, repetindo as palavra do Cardeal Stefan       Wyszynski ausente (preso pelo regime comunista), e renovando       as promessas de fidelidade à sua Rainha, a Deus, à Cruz, ao       Evangelho, à Igreja e seus Pastores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;      Por essas promessas eles se comprometiam a defender a vida       desde a sua concepção e a mútua fidelidade no matrimônio.       Prometiam, também, lutar contra seu vicio e praticar a lei       do amor, respeitando a dignidade humana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cada       ano, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;no dia 3 de maio&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, esses Votos São       renovados em cada paróquia e, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;no dia 26 de agosto&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,       no &lt;u&gt;Santuário de Monte Claro em Czestochowa&lt;/u&gt;, aos pés       de Maria, Rainha da Polônia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;            Qual o motivo da cor “negra”?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;      &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;      Ao longo dos séculos, muitos foram os testemunhos de curas e       outros fenômenos milagrosos ocorridos com fiéis que       peregrinaram à pintura. Ela é conhecida como "A Senhora       Negra" &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;por causa da fuligem acumulada sobre a sua       superfície, fruto de séculos de velas votivas queimadas       junto a ela. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Com o declínio do comunismo na Polônia,       as peregrinações à Senhora Negra aumentaram notavelmente.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;            Um Papa Polonês em Roma.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;      No dia 16 de outubro de 1978&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;,       os sinos de todas as igrejas da Polônia tocavam       festivamente, anunciando que um filho da Polônia       martirizada, mas sempre fiel, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Karol Wojtyla, Cardeal,       fora eleito Papa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;como 266 Sucessor de São       Pedro, com o nome de João Paulo II.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;João       Paulo II, antigo Arcebispo de Cracóvia, no dia seguinte à       sua eleição, escreveu ao Primaz da Polônia uma carta, e       terminou dizendo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;      "Não haveria na sede de São Pedro um papa polonês, se não       houvesse Monte Claro e o maravilhoso Primaz com sua fé       heróica e inabalável confiança em Maria, Mãe da Igreja".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;No seu       brasão papal, colocou &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;uma       grande cruz, a letra M&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; e as palavras: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;      TOTUS TUUS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, que       significa: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Todo Teu - Todo       de Maria.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;            &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;      Monte Claro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;,       depois de tantas provas e sacrifícios, o viu chegar radioso,       cheio de esperança e fé no futuro, que culminou &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;com a       visita do Santo Padre à Polônia, de 2 a 10 de junho de 1979.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;      Como fiel servo de Maria, chegou dia 3 de junho a Monte       Claro e permanecendo ali por 3 dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;       Em sua peregrinação ao Brasil, de 30 de junho a 12 de julho       de 1980, o Santo Padre ofereceu &lt;i&gt;à imigração polonesa&lt;/i&gt;,       um quadro de &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nossa Sra. de       Czestochowa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Os       imigrantes poloneses, ao deixarem sua Pátria, levavam sempre       consigo esse grande tesouro: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;o quadro de Nossa Sra. do       Monte Claro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; e a grande devoção à Maria Santíssima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;      Chega o ano de 1982.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;       Polônia prepara-se para comemorar os 600 anos do reinado       maternal de Maria em Czestochowa. João Paulo II alimenta o       grande desejo de ir agradecer, &lt;u&gt;pessoalmente a Maria,&lt;/u&gt;      &lt;u&gt;a proteção Materna à sua Pátria&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;mas o governo       comunista não deu a permissão&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, transferindo a       peregrinação para o ano de 1983. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;      Foi com jubiloso "Magnificat" e "Te Deum" que a Nação       Polonesa agradeceu os benefícios e as graças de ordem       espiritual e material recebidas das mãos maternas de Maria       Rainha da Polônia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;      Realmente, Maria nunca abandonara o seu reino, quer nas       guerras, quer nas ocupações inimigas, nas perseguições       comunistas, quer em tempo de paz e em todas as       circunstâncias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span&gt;      Finalmente Polônia ficou livre do regime comunista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;       graças à proteção de &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nossa Senhora do Monte Claro.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;       Inúmeras são as graças de curas e conversão de pecadores, ao       entrarem no &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Santuário da Virgem de Czestochowa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.       Maria espera a todos e ajuda aqueles &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;que a reconhecem       como Mãe de Deus e seguem os passos do seu Filho Jesus       Cristo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;      &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;            O dia 26 de agosto       é dedicado à Nossa Senhora de Czestochowa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;      Nossa Senhora de Czestochowa, rogai por nós. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3980620515906175971-2578800643891517119?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/2578800643891517119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=2578800643891517119&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/2578800643891517119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/2578800643891517119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2010/10/nossa-senhora-de-czestochowa.html' title='Nossa Senhora de Czestochowa'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-945421749066400201</id><published>2010-10-13T10:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T10:18:22.803-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Futuro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Certezas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deus'/><title type='text'>Por que?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYIqQHSwA94/SxFT1B6PcCI/AAAAAAAACN4/YDIT7EgFKdA/s1600/coracao2tf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYIqQHSwA94/SxFT1B6PcCI/AAAAAAAACN4/YDIT7EgFKdA/s400/coracao2tf.jpg" width="365" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYIqQHSwA94/SxFT1B6PcCI/AAAAAAAACN4/YDIT7EgFKdA/s1600/coracao2tf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por que eu estou me sentindo completamento culpado? Eu não sei bem ao certo o que deva ser, apenas sinto como se uma incapacidade enorme se apoderasse de mim e dessa forma, eu não pudesse ususfruiur daquilo que tanto lutei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Resolvi então estar totalmente longe dessa "dor". Passei esses quatro dias unica e exclusivamente sendo feliz. Saí, dancei, ri demais, dancei mais ainda, conheci novas pessoas, servi, amei, partilhei (oi você que é meu filho mais novo e que eu amo demais!) e acima de tudo, senti falta de algumas pessoas que me são muito caras, mas que não pude tê-los comigo neses últimos tempos. Então decidi no final do dai de ontem que, se eu confiar em Deus, TUDO se realizará, independentemente do não querer de uma pessoa ou duas até.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sabe por que? Agora eu respondo: &lt;b&gt;PORQUE PARA DEUS NADA É IMPOSSÍVEL!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fui ali, atrás do que é devido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Luz e Paz!&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/3980620515906175971-945421749066400201?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/945421749066400201/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=945421749066400201&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/945421749066400201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/945421749066400201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2010/10/por-que.html' title='Por que?'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYIqQHSwA94/SxFT1B6PcCI/AAAAAAAACN4/YDIT7EgFKdA/s72-c/coracao2tf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-7726945816756368441</id><published>2010-10-08T10:25:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T13:34:15.489-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ADOLETA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feliz'/><title type='text'>Festa A-DO-LE-TA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitpic/photos/large/173055381.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0ZRYP5X5F6FSMBCCSE82&amp;amp;Expires=1286556468&amp;amp;Signature=svYTWyllcX6EzHEO70b06Ne%2B9DQ%3D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitpic/photos/large/173055381.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0ZRYP5X5F6FSMBCCSE82&amp;amp;Expires=1286556468&amp;amp;Signature=svYTWyllcX6EzHEO70b06Ne%2B9DQ%3D" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitpic/photos/large/173055381.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0ZRYP5X5F6FSMBCCSE82&amp;amp;Expires=1286545077&amp;amp;Signature=ShavXntJSAkZvER14JGO5S%2BW7%2Bc%3D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitpic/photos/full/173055381.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0ZRYP5X5F6FSMBCCSE82&amp;amp;Expires=1286544917&amp;amp;Signature=NrBAVTXaQMaZ2Pg0lvY%2FhCdfHAA%3D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vamos voltar a ser crianças?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Com essa proposta e para fugir um pouco dessa realidade de adultos tão chata, a Festa A-DO-LE-TA! vem nos fazer perceber o quanto é bom ser feliz nas pequenas coisas: na companhia dos amigos, de andar com o pé no chão, de&amp;nbsp; pular de roupa na psicina, brincar de amarelinha, elástico, bater um rachinha, enfim... voltar a ser CRIANÇA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sendo assim, é NECESSÁRIO que você confirme sua presença clicando &lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/2v16dx"&gt;AQUI&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A festa será este domingo, dia 10/10, a partir das 17h até... O traje é super casual mesmo. Teremos piscina, campinho de futebol, um mega espaço pra brincar, correr, pular, DANÇAR e se divertir. A entrada custa R$ 7,00 e pode ser paga na hora. O mapa do endereço você encontra clicando &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com.br/maps?q=rua+doutor+jo%C3%A3o+de+Deus,+627&amp;amp;oe=utf-8&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;rlz=1R1GGLL_pt-BR___BR381&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;hq=&amp;amp;hnear=R.+Dr.+Jo%C3%A3o+de+Deus,+627+-+F%C3%A1tima,+Fortaleza+-+CE,+60040-350&amp;amp;gl=br&amp;amp;ei=nxevTKWfOcT48Ab_-9ilCQ&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=geocode_result&amp;amp;ct=title&amp;amp;resnum=1&amp;amp;ved=0CBYQ8gEwAA"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É isso, sejam bem vindos desde já!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; 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font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;a href="http://www.queridosfilhos.org.br/"&gt;Queridos Filhos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HISTÓRIA             DAS APARIÇÕES EM MEDJUGORJE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Síntese             histórica dos acontecimentos em Medjugorje desde 1981 até             2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A             fim de aprofundarmos o significado dos acontecimentos extraordinários             de Medjugorje apresentamos aqui uma síntese histórica,             dividida em três, partes das aparições de Nossa             Senhora em Medjugorje desde 1981 até o presente :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que aconteceu até agora em Medjugorje &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;Há 30 anos Medjugorje era uma desconhecida vila rural no interior             da extinta Iugoslávia. As famílias, em sua maioria pobres,             trabalhavam em suas plantações de tabaco e uva. As crianças             e jovens trrabalhavam na lavoura e estudavam. Muitos deixavam a região             para buscarem melhores oportunidades em outros países da Europa.             Ninguém, jamais, elegeria Medjugorje como destino de uma viagem             de férias. As famílias, católicas, carregavam uma             história heróica de resistência de seus antepassados.             E a geração daquela época, quando tudo começou,             vivia oprimida pelo regime comunista. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em             Medjugorje não era costume se falar das aparições             de Nossa Senhora em Fátima ou Lourdes ou outra. Tanto assim que             vários videntes declaram que não sabiam que existiam aparições             de Nossa Senhora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O             inicio das aparições deixou a todos perplexos: os próprios             jovens ( eles viviam um misto de felicidade e perplexidade) , seus pais             e familiares, o povo da Vila e redondezas, as autoridades da Igreja             local e as autoridades administrativas e policiais da época,             a medicina local e outras instâncias de autoridades cientifica.             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No             começo os próprios videntes tinham alguma dúvida.             Vicka, orientada pela avó, levou água benta no terceiro             dia, aspergiu a aparição e disse: 'Se és Nossa             Senhora fica..senão vai embora!' Nossa Senhora apenas sorriu.             Nos primeiros dias seus pais procuraram o padre local sem saber o que             fazer. Diziam: "Padre, eu não sei o que fazer... meu filho             diz que vê Nossa Senhora?" O padre alertava aos jovens que             não se devia brincar com coisa tão séria. A polícia             os levava para interrogar e para exames médicos psiquiátricos.             Médicos e assistentes sociais subiram na colina para presenciar             a aparição e sairam de lá perplexos. Todos os exames             sempre os declaravam normais. No oitavo dia, fugindo da polícia,             bateram na porta da Igreja e pediram proteção ao pároco             padre Jozo Zovko. Ele os levou para dentro e lá Nossa Senhora             lhes apareceu e padre Jozo começou a acreditar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dia             24 de junho de 1981, quando primeiro se falou que Nossa Senhora tinha             aparecido, foi uma quarta feira . No dia 27 Nossa Senhora se apresentou             com a Rainha da Paz. No quarto dia, após as aparições             dos dias 25, 26 e 27, já se reuniram no domingo, dia 28, aproximadamente             quinze mil pessoas de Medjugorje e redondezas para acompanharem o fenômeno.             E a partir dali o fluxo de peregrinos nunca mais parou de crescer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Exatamente             18 meses após o início das aparições, no             Natal de 1982, Mirjana numa aparição que durou 45 minutos,             foi a primeira vidente a receber o décimo segredo e a deixar             de ter aparições diárias. Nossa Senhora lhe prometeu             aparecer no dia 18 de maio anualmente. Naquele 25 de dezembro Nossa             Senhora também lhe entregou o 'pergaminho' onde todos os 10 segredos             estão escritos com a data de sua realização. Um             pouco mais tarde , orientada por Nossa Senhora, Mirjana escolhe um sacerdote             que terá a missão de revelar os segredos 3 dias antes             de eles acontecerem. Ela, que tinha a liberdade de escolher a qualquer             sacerdote, escolhe o padre franciscano Pedro Ljubicic. A escolha é             aprovada por Nossa Senhora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A             notícia das aparições já se espalhara pelo             mundo. Em 1983 o Governo da Iugoslávia autorizou peregrinações             e multidões começam a afluir para Medjugorje. Também             em 1983 e 1984 duas universidades da Itália e da França             fazem uma profunda investigação científica médico-teológica             sob a direção do Dr Henry Joieux (França), Dr Luigi             Frigério (Itália) e do grande teólogo, especialista             em aparições marianas, René Laurentin.sobre os             videntes e as aparições. As comissões cientificas             declaram a idoneidade dos videntes, a sua perfeita sanidade mental e             a identificação positiva daqueles fenômenos, sob             a ótica da teologia, com aquilo que a teologia mística             conhece a respeito do assunto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Apesar             disso, o bispo da Diocese de Mostar, Dom Pavao Zanic, a qual pertence             a paróquia de Medjugorje declara serem falsas as aparições.             A Congregação para a Doutrina da Fé presidida pelo             cardeal Joseph Ratzinger, futuro Papa Bento XVI, não acata esta             opinião e transfere para a Conferência Episcopal da Iugoslávia             a responsabilidade das investigações. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em             março de 1984 Nossa Senhora começa a dar as mensagens             todas as quintas feiras através da vidente Marija Pavlovic para             a Paróquia de Medjugorje e conseqüentemente para o mundo             . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em             maio de 1985 Ivanka Ivankovic recebe o décimo segredo e deixa             de ter as aparições diárias passando a tê-las             em 25 de junho anualmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em             1986, Ivanka, com 19 anos de idade, casa-se com Rajko Elez. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em             janeiro de 1987 Nossa Senhora passa a dar as mensagens através             de Marija Pavlovic, não mais todas as quintas feiras, mas uma             vez por mês nos dias 25 e estas permanecem até a atualidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em             agosto deste mesmo ano iniciam-se as aparições mensais             para Mirjana Soldo todos os dias 2 quando Nossa Senhora vem para rezar             com ela pelos incrédulos que, segundo Nossa Senhora, são             os responsáveis pelos males que acontecem no mundo. Nossa Senhora             sempre se refere a estas pessoas como aqueles que ainda não conhecem             o amor de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em             1989 pe Slavko Barbaric reune em torno de 100 jovens de 5 países             diferentes que queriam aprofundar o entendimento e a vivência             da mensagem de Medjugorje e realiza o primeiro Festival da Juventude             com canções, orações e testemunhos. A partir             desta data, todos os anos, acontece em Medjugorje o Festival da Juventude             com número crescente de jovens de muitos países diferentes.             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em             1989 ocorre a queda do comunismo levando à desintegração             da União das Repúblics Socialistas Sovieticas (URSS)..             Estremece-se a frágil unidade da Federação Iugoslávia             mantida desde o final da Segunda Guerra pela liderança do general             Tito, que morrera em 1980, e pelo domínio imperialista da União             Soviética. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em             setembro de 1989 Mirjana Dragicevic, com 24 anos, casa-se com Marko             Soldo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em             abril de 1991 a Comissão Teológica definida pela Igreja             como responsável por Medjugorje aceitou oficialmente Medjugorje             como um lugar de oração e de adoração. E             deu a autorização para peregrinações particulares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dez             anos exatamente após o início das aparições,             em 25 de junho de 1991, a Croácia e a Eslovênia declaram             a sua independência da Iugoslávia iniciando o processo             de desintegração daquele país. E em 1992 inicia-se             a guerra da Bósnia que segue até 1995 causando a morte             de mais de 200 mil pessoas e a dissolução definitiva da             Federação da Iugoslávia com a formação             de seis novos países entre eles a Bósnia-Herzegovina onde             fica Medjugorje. Medjugorje não é diretamente atingida             pela guerra, mas permanece como um oásis de paz em meio ao conflito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jakov,             com 22 anos, Casou-se no Domingo de Páscoa de 1993 na Igreja             de São Tiago em Medjugorje com Anna Lisa Barozzi uma jovem italiana             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em             setembro de 1993 Marija Pavlovic, com 28 anos, casa-se com Paulo Lunetti             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em             1994, com 29 anos, Ivan Dragicevic casou-se com a jovem americana Laureen             Murphy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em             agosto de 1996 Doutor Navarro Valls, o Porta-Voz da Santa Sé,             apresentou de forma explicita a posição de Roma: “Não             se pode proibir as pessoas de irem lá a menos que se prove serem             falsas as aparições. Isto não aconteceu até             o momento; então ninguém pode dizer para as pessoas não             irem lá se elas assim o desejarem. Quando os fiéis católicos             vão a algum lugar eles têm direito aos cuidados espirituais.             Assim, a Igreja não proíbe que sacerdotes acompanhem peregrinações             a Medjugorje na Bósnia-Herzegovina” . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No             dia 11 de setembro de 1998 Nossa Senhora comunica a Jakov Colo que no             dia seguinte a ele seria revelado o décimo segredo .Jakov estava             em viagem aos Estados Unidos da América. No dia seguinte, Nossa             Senhora lhe aparece, revela o décimo segredo e comunica que a             partir daquele dia ela lhe apareceria uma vez por ano pelo Natal e não             mais diariamente. Exatamente três anos depois da última             aparição regular a Jakov, nos Estados Unidos, acontecem             os atentados às torres gêmeas e ao Pentágono em             11 de setembro de 2001.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Entre             abril e dezembro de 1998 dois novos estudos científicos psicofisiológicos             e psicodiagnósticos foram realizados nos videntes a pedido das             autoridades eclesiásticas responsáveis imediatas pela             paróquia de São Tiago (Medjugorje). O objetivo era de             comparar os fenômenos em 1998 com aqueles encontrados nos estudos             franceses e italianos anteriores de 1983-1984. Participaram destes estudos             o Instituto de Ciências de Fenômenos Páranormais             - (Innsbruck -Áustria), o Centro de Estudos e Investigações             Psicofisiológicas dos Estados de Consciência (Milão             - Itália), a Escola Européia de Psicoterapia e Hipnose             (Milão- Itália) e o Centro de Parapsicologia (Bolonha             - Itália). Destes estudos se declarou que durante os últimos             17 anos (os exames foram realizados em 1998) a contar do início             de suas experiências relacionadas com as aparições             estas pessoas não manifestaram nem manifestam nenhum sintoma             patológico como perturbações de transe, perturbações             dissociativas e perturbações de perda do sentido da realidade.             Que, de fato, estas pessoas manifestaram sintomas vinculados a reações             de stress que são justificados, pois surgem devido a uma grande             estimulação exógena e endógena como conseqüência             de sua vida cotidiana. De suas conversas pessoais se descobre que o             estado inicial de consciência e o estado posteriormente transformado             surge devido às experiências incomuns que eles mesmos têm             reconhecido e definido como visões/aparições da             Virgem Maria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em             novembro do ano 2000 morre padre Slavko Barbaric que estava em Medjugorje             desde 1982 e que foi diretor espiritual dos videntes. Pe Slavko, que             falava cinco linguas, esteve no Brasil em janeiro do ano de 1989. Ele             morreu no monte Krizevac. numa sexta-feira após a realização             da Via-sacra com os peregrinos. Numa aparição do dia seguinte             Nossa Senhora revela que ele está junto com ela no Céu             intercedendo por todos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em             janeiro de 2002, com 37 anos, Vicka casa-se com Mario Mijatovick na             Igreja de Medjugorje. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em             2005 foram realizados novos exames neurológicos que revelaram             que durante as aparições, estando os videntes com os olhos             abertos, seus cérebros mantêm-se em ritmo alfa, isto é,             em profundo relaxamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A             Festa dos 25 anos, em 2006, atraiu a Medjugorje em torno de duzentas             mil pessoas vindas de 47 países .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O             18º Festival da Juventude, em agosto de 2007, novamente atraiu             milhares de jovens à Medjugorje &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em             2008, Dom Dominique Mamberti, o Secretário da Santa Sé             para as Relações com os Estados (Ministro de Relações             Exteriores) esteve em visita oficial à Bósnia-Herzegovina             de 26 a 29 de abril . Num encontro de uma hora, Dom Mamberti transmitiu             as saudações do Papa Bento XVI a todos os franciscanos             daquela Provincia e reafirmou a inestimável importância             do papel dos religiosos na Igreja local e em todo o mundo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Medjugorje hoje &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os videntes estão todos casados e com filhos e os três             que não receberam os dez segredos, mas apenas nove, continuam             tendo aparições diariamente. Todos eles de forma muito             consciente continuam dedicando suas vidas à missão a eles             confiada pela Rainha da Paz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vicka             -     Nasceu em 3.9.64, casada com Mario Mijatovic tem dois filhos Maria e Antônio.Vive             em Krehin Grac, próximo a Medjugorje e continua atendendo aos             peregrinos. Nossa Senhora lhe aparece diariamente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Marija             -     Filha de modestos agricultores, nasceu em 1.4.65. Casada com Paolo Lunetti com quem têm             quatro filhos: Michele Maria, Francesco Maria, Marco Maria e Giovanni             Maria. Vive com a família na Itália na cidade de Monza             e vem com freqüência à Medjugorje. Desde 1984, por             meio dela, a Virgem Maria dá uma mensagem para a Paróquia             de Medjugorje que é rapidamente distribuída pelo mundo             inteiro em dezenas de línguas. Inicialmente a mensagem era semanal,             e a partir de 1987 passou a ser mensal em todos os dias 25. Nossa Senhora             lhe aparece diariamente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ivan             -     Nasceu em 25.5.65, casado com Laureen Murphy. Eles tem 3 filhos: Cristina Maria             , Mihayla e Daniel. Moram a maior parte do ano nos Estados Unidos e             outra parte em Medjugorje. Além disso, nos últimos 10             anos Ivan tem viajado pelo mundo levando a mensagem de Nossa Senhora             para o maior número de pessoas. Em Hong Kong (China), Japão,             Coréia, Austrália, Filipinas, Nova Zelândia, por             toda a Europa e pelos Estados Unidos ele tem se encontrado com presidentes,             familiais reais, embaixadores, políticos, personalidades do esporte,             do cinema e também com as pessoas mais pobres que não             podem ir à Medjugorje.Ivan vai aonde é convidado (veja             matéria no Boletim nº 2 - Fevereiro de 2008). Ele também             realiza encontros de oração em sua casa onde recebe e             acolhe os participantes.Nossa Senhora lhe aparece diariamente. Ivan             certa vez revelou que "Há um motivo para eu estar vivendo             nos Estados Unidos e para Marija estar vivendo na Itália"             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Os             outros três videntes que já receberam os dez segredos são:             &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mirjana             -     Nasceu em 18.3.65. Está casada com Marko Soldo desde 16 de setembro de             1989 e tem duas filhas: Maria e Verônica. Vive com sua família             em Medjugorje. Tem aparições anuais desde 1983 em 18 de             março e aparições mensais a cada dia 02 desde 1987             quando juntamente com Nossa Senhora elas rezam pelos incrédulos,             isto é, por aqueles que ainda não conhecem o amor de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ivanka             -     Nasceu em 21.6.66. Está casada com Rajko             Elez desde 1986 e têm três filhos: Cristina, José             e Ivan. Vive com a família em Medjugorje. é a que menos             aparece em público. Ela diz simplesmente que ‘nós             devemos rezar mais e vivermos as mensagens de Medjugorje’. Tem             aparições anuais de Nossa Senhora em 25 de junho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;Jakov             -     Nasceu em 6.3.71  , casado com Anna Lisa Barozzi. O casal tem três filhos:             Arianna Maria, David e Miriam. Vive com a família em Medjugorje             e se dedica a atender aos peregrinos.Recebeu o décimo segredo             em 12 de setembro de 1998 e tem aparições anuais de Nossa             Senhora em 25 de dezembro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;            &lt;img height="300" src="http://www.medjugorjebrasil.com/img/historia_03.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mirjana e Jakov já receberam os dez segredos &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Medjugorje             se consolida cada vez mais como um grande Santuário Mariano com             número crescente de peregrinos que desde o começo até             hoje ultrapassam os 30 milhões. Mensalmente milhares de pessoas             se reunem para a aparição do dia 02 à Mirjana.             E milhões acompanham as mensagens do dia 25 à Marija Pavlovic             Lunetti. O Festival da Juventude atrai milhares de peregrinos a Medjugorje.             A ciência já fez os estudos mais importantes. A internet             se tornou uma fonte importante de rápida divulgação.             Milhares de Grupos de Oração seguem as mensagens de Medjugorje,             Comunidades religiosas têm sido formadas para seguirem de forma             mais radical às orientações de Nossa Senhora. A             Igreja acompanha de forma tranqüila e atenta o desenrolar dos acontecimentos.             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que ainda está para acontecer &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;            &lt;img height="305" src="http://www.medjugorjebrasil.com/img/historia_04.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Neste             local Nossa Senhora apareceu pela primeira vez e aqui se realizará             o terceiro segredo - o sinal visível &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;Para o futuro o que aparentemente todos esperam com mais expectativa             é a realização dos 10 segredos. Porém, para             aqueles que têm fé, na verdade, não deve ser assim.Para             os que tem fé a maior preocupação deverá             sempre ser a de procurar viverem bem o dia de hoje diante de Deus. A             vidente Marija quando perguntada se não se preocupava, se não             tinha temor devido aos segredos ela respondeu que "quem confia             em Deus não tem o que temer, e que se ela tivesse medo não             teria se casado e nao teria tido quatro filhos". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Porém,             é fato que os segredos aparecem como uma profecia para um futuro             muito próximo e, embora não saibamos as datas, elas podem             ser parcialmente presumidas por estarem vinculadas ao tempo de vida             dos protagonistas destas aparições.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Baseando-nos             no que já sabemos o padre Pedro tem 62 anos e é ele que,             tendo sido escolhido por Mirjana e aprovado por Nossa Senhora vai revelar             os segredos. Jakov o vidente mais jovem tinha 10 anos quando as aparições             começaram e agora está com 37. Ivanka que tinha 16 agora             tem 42. Se somarmos um tempo igual aquele que já passou encontraremos             Jakov com 64 anos e Ivanka com 69. E o padre Pedro...62 + 27 = 89. Podemos,             assim, pensar razoavelmente que se considerarmos o tempo total destas             aparições que já passamos da metade do tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como             já revelamos anteriormente a guerra da Croácia, começou             em 25 de junho de 1991, exatamente 10 anos após o inicio das             aparições em 25 de junho de 1981. Jakov teve a sua última             aparição diária regular em 11 de setembro de 1998,             exatamente 3 anos antes dos atentados de 11 de setembro de 2001 e ele             estava nos Estados Unidos da América. Isso nos faz supor que             as datas das últimas aparições aos videntes, ou             mesmo as datas das aparições, têm associadas a si             há possibilidade de algum evento futuro. Mirjana mesmo já             disse: "As pessoas pensam que Nossa Senhora vem a mim em 18 de             março por ser a data do meu aniversário. Com certeza ela             não vem naquela data por ser o meu aniversário. Ela nunca             me disse “feliz aniversário” Quando tudo começar             a acontecer vocês saberão porque o dia 18 de março,             porque cada dia 2 do mês e porque quartas e sextas-feiras são             dias de jejum. Então tudo ficará claro”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Antes             da revelação dos segredos faltam ainda três videntes             receberem o décimo segredo. Mirjana recebeu o décimo segredo             apenas 18 meses após o inicio das aparições no             dia de Natal de 1982. Quatro anos após o inicio, em 1985, foi             a vez de Ivanka receber o décimo segredo. Jakov foi receber o             décimo segredo 17 anos após a primeira aparição.             Agora já são quase 10 anos sem que a nenhum dos videntes             o décimo segredo seja revelado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Os             que ainda não receberam são: Ivan que mora nos Estados             Unidos, Marija que mora na Itália e Vicka que mora em Medjugorje.             A declaração de Ivan de que há uma razão             especial porque ele mora nos Estados Unidos e que Marija mora na Itália             por um motivo especial pode ser presumida por algumas razões.             Marija, em uma entrevista, foi referida como tendo um especial amor             e preocupação pelo Santo Padre e este seria um motivo             razoável para ela morar na Itália. Significaria um sinal             de maior proximidade de Nossa Senhora ao Papa. Os Estados Unidos, a             maior potência bélica mundial também pode ser motivo             de preocupação. Ou o fato de estar morando nos Estados             Unidos associa uma maior visibilidade ao vidente Ivan que viaja por             diversos países do mundo levando a mensagem de Nossa Senhora             de Medjugorje para personalidades importantes da História das             mais diversas áreas de atuação humana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ainda             aguardamos que Vicka, autorizada por Nossa Senhora, libere para que             seja publicada e se torne conhecida a história da vida da Virgem             Maria que a própria Mãe do Senhor narrou à vidente.Na             entrevista ao padre Livio, Vicka revelou que um dos videntes continuará             tendo aparições diárias duranjte a revelação             dos segredos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Muitas             pessoas ficam numa posição de rejeição às             aparições declarando que "a Igreja ainda não             aprovou..." A Igreja tem se manifestado a respeito de Medjugorje,             pois não é apenas pelas declarações que             ela se manifesta, mas também uma não proibição             depois de 27 anos não deixa de ser um testemunho a favor. A presença             de bispos, milhares de sacerdotes, milhões de leigos, a aprovação             particular de João Paulo II, as tomadas de posição             de Bento XVI favoráveis à Medjugorje quando bispos locais             se mostravam dispostos a reprimir os fatos , a recente visita de Dom             Dominique Mamberti, o Secretário da Santa Sé para as Relações             com os Estados (leia sobre este fato na página 'Notícias'             deste Boletim de junho) O relacionamento fraterno com os franciscanos             da Bósnia-Herzegovina...em tudo isto a Igreja está falando.             Depois, a menos que no caso particular de Medjugorje a Igreja mude a             sua prática habitual de esperar o final dos acontecimentos para             se declarar, ninguém vai nunca chegar a ouvir uma declaração             oficial, pois, as aparições sendo verdadeiras evoluirão             com a revelação dos segredos e não terão             terminado antes que todos sejam revelados e sabemos que alguns dos segredos             são acontecimentos catastróficos. Além disso, Nossa             Senhora disse que 'ninguém deverá ficar esperando pelos             segredos para crer, pois, então, já poderá ser             muito tarde". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se             a Igreja fosse contra por que não proibiria ao padre Pedro Ljubicic             de fazer declarações públicas tão sérias             como são as declarações sobre os segredos e a revelação             dos mesmos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Na             primeira declaração oficial da Comissão Científico-Teológica             Ítalo-Francesa que estudou os videntes de Medjugorje em 1984-1985,             a Comissão tendo já antes reconhecido a idoneidade dos             videntes e a natureza sobrenatural dos fenomenos (já que não             pode ser explicado pela ciência) sugeriu que seria bom que a Igreja             reconhecesse a natureza extraordinária dos mesmos. Foi feita             a seguinte declaração oficial pela Comissão no             item onze : Como conseqüência se pode concluir que depois             de um exame mais profundo dos protagonistas dos fatos e de seus efeitos             não somente em nível local, mas também a respeito             de uma resposta da Igreja a nível geral seria bom para a Igreja             reconhecer a origem sobrenatural e por meio deste reconhecimento confirmar             o propósito dos eventos de Medjugorje:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Para             além de tudo isso, o final das aparições conforme             revelou Nossa Senhora é que o poder do inimigo será destruído             e que Deus triunfará. Não sabemos se vamos viver até             lá aqui nesta Terra ... por isso, devemos estar preparados para             nos encontrarmos com Deus ainda hoje... Você está preparado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A             participação na Santa Missa, se possível, diariamente,             a confissão mensal, a leitura diária da Bíblia             para praticá-la e do Evangelho de São Mateus 6, 24 a 34             às quintas-feiras, a reza diária do rosário e o             jejum a pão e água são as melhores formas de preparação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;FOTOS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Imagem de Nossa Senhora parece real. Foto tirada na paróquia de Padre Jozo em 1988&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.medjugorjebrasil.com/album_imagem/e34959780291783ed62cf6ddb05e5b95.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://www.medjugorjebrasil.com/album_imagem/e34959780291783ed62cf6ddb05e5b95.jpg" width="443" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-size: small;"&gt;Rosto da imagem de dentro da igreja de Medjugorje é fotografado e milagrosamente aparece um rosto vivo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.medjugorjebrasil.com/album_imagem/91ad9ade66cb8b16d4e33a38faa04c72.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.medjugorjebrasil.com/album_imagem/91ad9ade66cb8b16d4e33a38faa04c72.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Foto em Medjugorje  mostrando Nossa Senhora com roupas de uma camponesa e ao fundo nota-se  uma figura de Cristo como no sudário - agradecimentos a Maria de Cecchi  /SP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.medjugorjebrasil.com/album_imagem/f4d7323698d38cbdd986c8910425b8d0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://www.medjugorjebrasil.com/album_imagem/f4d7323698d38cbdd986c8910425b8d0.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Jejum, oração e práticas do Evangelho. Reflitam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salve, Maria! +M&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/3980620515906175971-5736271010972811607?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/5736271010972811607/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=5736271010972811607&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/5736271010972811607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/5736271010972811607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2010/10/medjugorje-urgnete.html' title='Medjugorje Urgente!'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-1328734334299923883</id><published>2010-10-02T14:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T14:58:05.437-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Igreja'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louvor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lumen'/><title type='text'>Só Pra Te Amar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flrH9x6NW9Y/S8xRXDkDNOI/AAAAAAAAJt0/xB-mUwBOLDw/s400/adorando.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flrH9x6NW9Y/S8xRXDkDNOI/AAAAAAAAJt0/xB-mUwBOLDw/s400/adorando.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Como poder dizer quão bom Senhor&lt;br /&gt;É estar aqui, ficar contigo&lt;br /&gt;Faltam palavras, mas surge a gratidão&lt;br /&gt;Que invade o meu peito e inunda o meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;E assim, Senhor, rendido quero estar&lt;br /&gt;Sempre aos teus pés, te amando e me deixando amar&lt;br /&gt;Cheio de amor, agora te encontrei&lt;br /&gt;E espero nunca mais me afastar de ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Só pra te amar, te amar, ó meu Senhor&lt;br /&gt;E te adorar com tudo o que há em mim&lt;br /&gt;Descobri que tenho tudo, enfim, Senhor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Te encontrei, tua mão me levantou&lt;br /&gt;E em meio às trevas tua luz me alcançou&lt;br /&gt;Dissipou a sombra em mim&lt;br /&gt;Senhor, enfim&lt;br /&gt;Posso te dar o meu louvor.&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/3980620515906175971-1328734334299923883?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/1328734334299923883/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=1328734334299923883&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/1328734334299923883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/1328734334299923883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-pra-te-amar.html' title='Só Pra Te Amar'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_flrH9x6NW9Y/S8xRXDkDNOI/AAAAAAAAJt0/xB-mUwBOLDw/s72-c/adorando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-7554031426107664235</id><published>2010-10-01T12:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T12:27:56.960-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Teresinha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Igreja'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lumen'/><title type='text'>Santa Teresinha, rogai por nós!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fonte:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.cancaonova.com/portal/canais/especial/santa_teresinha/01.php"&gt;Santa Teresinha/ Canção Nova&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.cancaonova.com/fotosquefalam/files/2008/10/santa-tereseinha1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://blog.cancaonova.com/fotosquefalam/files/2008/10/santa-tereseinha1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Não                                    quero ser Santa pela metade, escolho tudo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francesinha, que nasceu em Aliçon 1873,                                    e morreu no ano de 1897. Santa Terezinha não                                    só descobriu no coração                                    da Igreja que sua vocação era                                    o amor, mas sabia que o seu coração                                    - e o de todos nós - foi feito para amar.                                    Terezinha entrou com 15 anos no Mosteiro das                                    Carmelitas, com a autorização                                    do Papa e sua vida passou na humildade, simplicidade                                    e confiança plena em Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os gestos e sacrifícios, do menor                                    ao maior, oferecia a Deus, pela salvação                                    das almas, e na intenção da Igreja.                                    Santa Terezinha do Menino Jesus e da Sagrada                                    Face esteve como criança para o pai,                                    livre igual a um brinquedo aos cuidados do Menino                                    Jesus, e tomada pelo Espírito de amor,                                    que a ensinou a pequena via da infância                                    espiritual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mais profundo desejo do coração                                    de Terezinha era ter sido missionária                                    "desde a criação do mundo,                                    até a consumação dos séculos".                                    Sua vida nos deixou como proposta, selada na                                    autobiografia "História de uma alma",                                    e como intercessora dos missionários                                    sacerdotes e pecadores que não conheciam                                    Jesus, continua ainda hoje, vivendo o Céu,                                    fazendo o bem aos da terra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proclamada principal padroeira das missões                                    em 1927, padroeira secundária da França                                    em 1944, e Doutora da Igreja, que nos ensina                                    o caminho da santidade pela humildade em 1997,                                    na data do seu centenário. ela mesma                                    testemunha que a primeira palavra que leu sozinha                                    foi: " céus "; agora a última                                    sua entrada nesta morada, pois exclamou : "                                    meu Deus, eu vos amo...eu vos amo ".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Neste dia tão belo, no qual os jardins celestes estão forndosos, nessa primavera da vida, eu vos peço: Santa teresinha, rogai por nós!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Te amo Tequinha! Salve, Mamãe! +M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3980620515906175971-7554031426107664235?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/7554031426107664235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=7554031426107664235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/7554031426107664235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/7554031426107664235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2010/10/santa-teresinha-rogai-por-nos.html' title='Santa Teresinha, rogai por nós!'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-5514898279922899913</id><published>2010-09-30T11:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T11:04:14.469-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cotidiano'/><title type='text'>Carpe Diem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kqe1K1u3luY/Scfuz3OACSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/P7zOk_qPNfg/s400/carpediem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kqe1K1u3luY/Scfuz3OACSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/P7zOk_qPNfg/s400/carpediem.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Carpe Diem (em Latim) significa&amp;nbsp; "colha o dia" ou "aproveita o momento".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa regra de vida pode ser encontrada em "Odes" (I, 11.8) do poeta romano Horácio (65 - 8 AC), onde se lê:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Carpe diem quam minimum credula postero &lt;br /&gt;(colha o dia, confia o mínimo no amanhã) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É também utilizado como uma expressão para solicitar que se evite gastar  o tempo de outrem com coisas inúteis ou como uma justificativa para o  prazer imediato, sem medo do futuro.&lt;a class="cssButton" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;amp;postID=5514898279922899913" id="publishButton" target=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;&lt;a class="cssButton" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;amp;postID=5514898279922899913" id="publishButton" target=""&gt;Publicar postagem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida passa rápido. Não desperdice o seu precioso tempo em bobagens ou  em coisas que não te farão feliz. É um chamado a responsabilidade  consigo mesmo e com o teu destino. Você é capitão e timoneiro no teu  próprio destino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3980620515906175971-5514898279922899913?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/5514898279922899913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=5514898279922899913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/5514898279922899913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/5514898279922899913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2010/09/carpe-diem-em-latim-significa-colha-o.html' title='Carpe Diem!'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kqe1K1u3luY/Scfuz3OACSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/P7zOk_qPNfg/s72-c/carpediem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-6267078351323589014</id><published>2010-09-29T10:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T10:33:28.266-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Igreja'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anjos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lumen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Espiritualidade'/><title type='text'>A Súplica Ardente dos Santos Anjos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fonte:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://blog.cancaonova.com/padreluizinho/2010/09/28/reze-a-suplica-ardente-dos-santos-anjos-2/"&gt;Padre Luizinho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.espacojames.com.br/up1/20d3b9e2d7ce8b956d129d9f1829ef52.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.espacojames.com.br/up1/20d3b9e2d7ce8b956d129d9f1829ef52.jpg" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;Hoje a Igreja celebra a festa dos Santos Arcanjos Miguel, Gabriel e Rafael. Depois de rezarmos durante quarenta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;dias a Quaresma de São Miguel, providencialmente nesta semana de eleições no nosso país vamos clamar pelo Brasil e por nossas necessidades rezando esta poderosa oração de cura e  libertação.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;ORAÇÃO:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;DEUS  UNO e TRINTO, Onipotente e Eterno! Antes de recorrermos aos Vossos  servos, os Santos Anjos, prostramo-nos na Vossa presença e Vos adoramos:  PAI, FILHO e ESPÍRITO SANTO. Bendito e louvado sejais por toda a  eternidade! DEUS Santo, DEUS forte, DEUS Imortal: que todos os Anjos e  homens, que por Vós foram criados, Vos adorem Vos amem e permaneçam no  Vosso serviço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;E  Vós, MARIA, Rainha de todos os Anjos, aceitai benignamente as súplicas  que dirigimos aos Vossos servos; apresentai-as ao Altíssimo Vós que sois  a Medianeira de todas as graças e a Onipotência suplicante a fim de  obtermos graça, salvação e auxílio. Amém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;Poderosos  Santos Anjos, que por DEUS nos fostes concedidos para nossa proteção e  auxílio, em nome da Santíssima TRINDADE nós vos suplicamos: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vinde depressa, socorrei-nos!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;Nós suplicamos em nome de Preciosíssimo Sangue de nosso Senhor JESUS CRISTO: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vinde depressa, socorrei-nos!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;Nós vos suplicamos pelo poderosíssimo nome de JESUS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vinde depressa, socorrei-nos!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;Nós vos suplicamos por todas as chagas de nosso Senhor JESUS CRISTO: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vinde depressa, socorrei-nos!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;Nós vos suplicamos por todos os martírios de nosso Senhor JESUS CRISTO: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vinde depressa, socorrei-nos!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;Nós vos suplicamos pela Palavra Santa de DEUS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vinde depressa, socorrei-nos!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;Nós vos suplicamos pelo coração de nosso Senhor JESUS CRISTO: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vinde depressa, socorrei-nos!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;Nós vos suplicamos em nome do amor de DEUS tem por nós pobres: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vinde depressa, socorrei-nos!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;Nós vos suplicamos em nome da fidelidade de DEUS por nós pobres: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vinde depressa, socorrei-nos!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;Nós vos suplicamos em nome da misericórdia de DEUS por nós pobres: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vinde depressa, socorrei-nos!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;Nós vos suplicamos em nome de MARIA, Mãe de DEUS e nossa Mãe: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vinde depressa, socorrei-nos!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;Nós vos suplicamos em nome de MARIA, Rainha do Céu e da terra: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vinde depressa, socorrei-nos!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;Nós vos suplicamos em nome de MARIA, vossa Rainha e Senhora: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vinde depressa, socorrei-nos!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;Nós vos suplicamos pela vossa própria bem-aventurança: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vinde depressa, socorrei-nos!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;Nós vos suplicamos pela vossa própria fidelidade: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vinde depressa, socorrei-nos!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;Nós vos suplicamos pela vossa luta na defesa do Reino de DEUS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vinde depressa, socorrei-nos!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;Nós vos suplicamos: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Protegei-nos com o vosso escudo!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;Nós vos suplicamos: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Defendei-nos com a vossa espada!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;Nós vos suplicamos: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Iluminai-nos com a vossa luz!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;Nós vos suplicamos: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Salvai-nos sob o manto protetor de MARIA!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;Nós vos suplicamos: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guardai-nos no Coração de Maria!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;Nós vos suplicamos: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Confiai-nos às mãos de MARIA!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;Nós vos suplicamos: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mostrai-nos o caminho que conduz à Porta da Vida: o Coração aberto de nosso Senhor!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;Nós vos suplicamos: Guiai-nos com segurança à Casa do PAI Celestial!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;Todos vós, nove coros dos Espíritos bem-aventurados: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vinde depressa, socorrei-nos!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;Nossos companheiros especiais e enviados por DEUS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vinde depressa, socorrei-nos!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;Insistentemente vos suplicamos: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vinde depressa, socorrei-nos!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;O Sangue Preciosíssimo de nosso Senhor e Rei foi derramado por nós pobres. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Insistentemente vos suplicamos: vinde depressa, socorrei-nos!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;O Coração de nosso Senhor e Rei bate por amor de nós pobres. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Insistentemente vos suplicamos: vinde depressa, socorrei-nos!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;Coração Imaculado de MARIA, Virgem puríssima e vossa Rainha bate por amor de nós pobres. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Insistentemente vos suplicamos: vinde depressa, socorrei-nos!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://saopio.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/sao_miguel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://saopio.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/sao_miguel.jpg" width="140" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;SÃO MIGUEL ARCANJO:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;  Vós, Príncipe dos exércitos celestes, Vencedor do dragão infernal,  recebestes de DEUS força e poder para aniquilar, pela humildade, a  soberba do príncipe das trevas. Insistentemente vos suplicamos que nos  alcanceis de DEUS a verdadeira humildade de coração, uma fidelidade  inabalável no comprimento contínuo da vontade de DEUS e uma grande  fortaleza no sofrimento e na penúria. Ao comparecermos perante o  tribunal de DEUS - Socorrei-nos para que não desfaleçamos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-c0Sh5Zlrs/SLMIMGbNfHI/AAAAAAAACV8/pU24Us-ey18/s1600/S%C3%A3o+Gabriel,+arcanjo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-c0Sh5Zlrs/SLMIMGbNfHI/AAAAAAAACV8/pU24Us-ey18/s200/S%C3%A3o+Gabriel,+arcanjo.jpg" width="156" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;SÃO GABRIEL ARCANJO:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt; Vós, Anjo da Encarnação, Mensageiro fiel de DEUS, abri os nossos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;ouvidos  para que possam captar até as mais suaves sugestões e apelos da graça  emanados do Coração amabilíssimo de nosso Senhor. Nós Vos suplicamos que  fiqueis sempre junto de nós, para que, compreendendo bem a Palavra de  DEUS quer de nós. Fazei que estejamos sempre disponíveis e vigilantes -  Que o Senhor, quando vier, não nos encontre dormindo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.cancaonova.com/revolucaojesus/files/2007/11/anjo-raphael.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://blog.cancaonova.com/revolucaojesus/files/2007/11/anjo-raphael.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;SÃO RAFAEL ARCANJO:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;  Vós que sois lança e bálsamo do amor divino, nós vos suplicamos, feri o  nosso coração e depositai nele um amor ardente a DEUS. Que a ferida não  se apague nele, para que nos faça perseverar todos os dias no caminho  do amor - Que tudo vençamos pelo amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;ANJOS PODEROSOS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt; e nossos irmãos santos que servis diante do trono de DEUS, vinde em nosso auxílio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;-  Defendei-nos de nós próprios, da nossa covardia e tibieza, do nosso  egoísmo e ambição, da nossa inveja e falta de confiança, da nossa avidez  na busca de abundância, do bem-estar e da estima pública.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;Desatai  em nós as algemas do pecado e do apego às coisas terrenas. Tirai dos  nossos olhos as vendas que nós mesmos lhes pusemos e que nos impedem de  ver as necessidades do nosso próximo e a miséria do nosso ambiente,  porque nos fechamos numa mórbida complacência de nós mesmos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cravai no nosso coração o aguilhão da santa ansiedade por DEUS, para  que não cessemos de procura-l’O, com ardor, contrição e amor.&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;Contemplai o Sangue do Senhor, derramado por nossa causa! Contemplai as lágrimas da vossa Rainha, choradas por nossa causa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;Contemplai em nós a imagem de DEUS, desfigurada por nossos pecados, que Ele por amor imprimiu em nossa alma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;-  Auxiliai-nos a reconhecer a DEUS, adora-l’O, amá-l’O e servi-l’O!  Auxiliai-nos na luta contra o poder das trevas que, disfarçadamente, nos  envolve e aflige.&lt;br /&gt;- Auxiliai-nos, para que nenhum de nós se perca permitindo assim que um  dia nos reunamos todos, jubilosamente, na eterna Bem-aventurança. Amém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;SÃO MIGUEL assisti-nos com vossos Santos Anjos, ajudai-nos e rogai por nós!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;SÃO GABRIEL assisti-nos com vossos Santos Anjos, ajudai-nos e rogai por nós!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;SÀO RAFAEL assisti-nos com vossos Santos Anjos, ajudai-nos e rogai por nós!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;Ó  Deus, que organizais de modo admirável o serviço dos anjos e dos  homens, fazei que sejamos protegidos na terra por aqueles que vos servem  no céu. Por nosso Senhor Jesus Cristo, vosso Filho na unidade do  Espírito Santo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="tdversiculo1"&gt;Amém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3980620515906175971-6267078351323589014?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/6267078351323589014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=6267078351323589014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/6267078351323589014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/6267078351323589014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2010/09/suplica-ardente-dos-santos-anjos.html' title='A Súplica Ardente dos Santos Anjos'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-c0Sh5Zlrs/SLMIMGbNfHI/AAAAAAAACV8/pU24Us-ey18/s72-c/S%C3%A3o+Gabriel,+arcanjo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-6749102022120873121</id><published>2010-09-28T19:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T19:24:14.904-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Teresinha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lumen'/><title type='text'>Biografia de Santa Terezinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wSdxpKh5m0/TIhWKXOjJhI/AAAAAAAABMc/PcwSXsXERp4/S350/Santa+Terezinha+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wSdxpKh5m0/TIhWKXOjJhI/AAAAAAAABMc/PcwSXsXERp4/S350/Santa+Terezinha+2.jpg" width="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Fonte:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://amigosdeteresinha.blogspot.com/2007/10/biografia-de-santa-teresinha.html"&gt;Infância Espiritual - Obra das Almas Pequeníssimas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pertence a uma família de classe média-alta da época. Morava numa  mansão, tinha escola e até professora particular. Uma menina mimada e  apaixonada pelo pai, o senhor Martin, que a chamava de “minha  rainhazinha”. Teresa tinha tudo para se tornar uma dama rica da  sociedade francesa do fim do século XIX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, seu coração humilde bem cedo sente o desejo de se entregar única e exclusivamente a Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresa está convencida que o “Deus vingador” que lhe é apresentado na  catequese não corresponde à imagem de Pai misericordioso que tem no  coração. Partindo dessa convicção, ela sente a necessidade de buscar  outros caminhos. Quer ser “santa, grande santa”, mas não como certos  santos antigos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresa oferece ao futuro um novo estilo de  santidade, uma nova forma de amar: a pequena via. O único caminho para o  amor é a confiança, a perseverança, a aceitação: “Agora compreendo que a  caridade perfeita consiste em suportar os defeitos dos outros,em não  estranhar suas fraquezas, em edificar-se com os menores atos de virtude  que a gente vê praticar”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naquela época já havia elevador nas  casas ricas, fato que levou Teresinha a fazer esta comparação: “Nas  casas muito altas, as pessoas se esforçam por chegar até em cima usando o  elevador. Eu encontrei o meu elevador, ele me leva até o Pai... são os  braços de Jesus”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na vida comunitária do Carmelo, Teresinha não  quer ficar perdendo tempo com as mesquinharias do dia-a-dia. Ela intui  que o que conta é o amor, só o amor. Entende que amar é acolher o outro;  é saber dar ao outro a liberdade de amá-la ou mesmo de não amá-la; é  contemplar no outro a pessoa de Jesus: “É a Santa Face de Cristo que  amamos, impressa em cada pessoa”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresinha sente-se  missionária, como os que tinham a coragem de partir rumo às terras  distantes. Mas como sê-lo ficando parada, enclausurada? Teresinha supera  essa dificuldade: “Sinto em mim todas as vocações: de apóstolo, de  missionário, de sacerdote, de mártir, de doutor... Considerando, porém,  que não posso vivê-las todas, na Igreja eu serei o amor”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim  Teresa nos ensina que todos, mesmo permanecendo onde estamos, poderemos  chegar lá onde o coração quer ir. A missionariedade não é questão de  geografia, é questão de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Teresinha é uma santa para  nossos dias, para todos os dias, para eternidade: “Sinto que minha  missão vai começar, minha missão de fazer amar o Bom Deus, como eu o  amo; de indicar às almas meu pequeno caminho. Se o Bom Deus atender meus  desejos, meu céu se passará na terra..., até o fim do mundo. Sim, quero  passar meu céu fazendo o bem sobre a terra”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARIA FRANCISCA TERESA MARTIN – Santa Teresinha do Menino e Sagrada Face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nasce em 02/01/1873, cidade de Alençon, França.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Em 04/01/1873 recebe o sacramento do Batismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Em 1877 fica órfã pelo falecimento da mãe de câncer. A família se transfere para &lt;br /&gt;Lisieux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Em 1882, Paulina entra no Convento das Carmelitas de Lisieux. Aquela que Teresinha tinha escolhido pra substituir a mãe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Em 08/05/1884, recebe o sacramento da Primeira Comunhão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Em 14/06/1884, recebe o sacramento do Crisma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Em  25/12/1886, sua irmã Maria, também se torna Carmelita em Lisieux.  Teresinha vive momento de tremenda solidão e crise. Mas, na noite de  Natal, encontra forças para reagir à suas fraquezas de criança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Em 20/11/1887, viaja a Roma para pedir ao Papa Leão XIII a licença para entrar no Carmelo com 15 anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Em 08/04/1888, ingressa no Carmelo de Lisieux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Em 10/01/1889, é a sua tomada de hábito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Em 08/09/1890, com a profissão religiosa, torna-se carmelita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Em 24/09/1890, é a sua tomada de véu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Em 1894, morre o seu pai e Celina junta-se à irmã no Carmelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Em 08/06/1895, escreve o Ato de Oferecimento ao Amor Misericordioso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Em 1896, ela descobre que estar gravemente doente de tuberculose. Naquele tempo a doença era incurável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Em 30/09/1897, Teresinha morre aos 24 anos e 8 meses, dizendo: “Oh, meu Deus, eu te amo”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Em 29/04/1923, foi beatificada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Em 17/05/1925, o Papa Pio XI a proclama Santa e mais de 500 mil peregrinos estão em Roma para aclamá-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Em 14/12/1927, foi proclamada Padroeira das Missões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Em 03/05/1944, declarada Padroeira da França.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Em 1997, o mundo inteiro celebra o Centenário de sua morte e o Papa João Paulo II a declara “Doutora da Igreja”. &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/3980620515906175971-6749102022120873121?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/6749102022120873121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=6749102022120873121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/6749102022120873121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/6749102022120873121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2010/09/biografia-de-santa-terezinha.html' title='Biografia de Santa Terezinha'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wSdxpKh5m0/TIhWKXOjJhI/AAAAAAAABMc/PcwSXsXERp4/s72-c/Santa+Terezinha+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-6833332998373509081</id><published>2010-09-27T10:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T10:16:15.686-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cotidiano'/><title type='text'>Nos caminhos de Deus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="goog_649149166"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_649149167"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ICnsM50w08/TCbfvchW3BI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/z-ZESuPdWrQ/s1600/Futuro,+passado,+presente%5B1%5D..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="375" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ICnsM50w08/TCbfvchW3BI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/z-ZESuPdWrQ/s400/Futuro,+passado,+presente%5B1%5D..jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Semana em que terei pouco tempo para tudo, por isso, vou ali, viver hoje, sem me preocupar com o amanhã, pois já passou o ontem e só quero ficar com o que é bom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Salve, Maria! +M&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/3980620515906175971-6833332998373509081?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/6833332998373509081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=6833332998373509081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/6833332998373509081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/6833332998373509081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2010/09/semana-em-que-terei-pouco-tempo-para.html' title='Nos caminhos de Deus...'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ICnsM50w08/TCbfvchW3BI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/z-ZESuPdWrQ/s72-c/Futuro,+passado,+presente%5B1%5D..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-1187031271711190241</id><published>2010-09-26T11:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T11:33:24.569-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jewel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>In the end, only kindness matters...</title><content type='html'>It´s such a true! Oh my God, always that I think about this song (by Jewel, Hands), I realize how much time we spent suffering about things that doesn't really matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you stop to look around you, you'll se that amazing true: In the end, only kindness matters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the music and stay better John. You deserve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/AfsS3pIDBfw/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AfsS3pIDBfw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AfsS3pIDBfw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3980620515906175971-1187031271711190241?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/1187031271711190241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=1187031271711190241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/1187031271711190241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/1187031271711190241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-end-only-kindness-matters.html' title='In the end, only kindness matters...'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-210873489935514086</id><published>2010-09-25T10:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T10:29:43.918-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vocação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lumen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cotidiano'/><title type='text'>Eu quero ser LUZ!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A vocação a qual Deus me chamou, exige dedicação e livre aceitação do coração vocacionado a seguí-la. Pois bem, assim eu sou e me sinto extremamente feliz em ser Lumen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A seguir, algumas expressões do que me faz ser mais Luz, mais Lumen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O Amor é nossa meta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cristo é nossa Luz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TJ35C2PtWrI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/PMydQwQsPo0/s1600/logo_lumen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="287" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TJ35C2PtWrI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/PMydQwQsPo0/s400/logo_lumen.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TJ35HkeAFAI/AAAAAAAAA4c/ry-n-BZH5hg/s1600/Lumen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TJ35HkeAFAI/AAAAAAAAA4c/ry-n-BZH5hg/s400/Lumen.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TJ35ImcAN4I/AAAAAAAAA4g/gZRJZYPnUso/s1600/Lumen+20+Anos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TJ35ImcAN4I/AAAAAAAAA4g/gZRJZYPnUso/s400/Lumen+20+Anos.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3980620515906175971-210873489935514086?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/210873489935514086/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=210873489935514086&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/210873489935514086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/210873489935514086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2010/09/eu-quero-ser-luz.html' title='Eu quero ser LUZ!...'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TJ35C2PtWrI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/PMydQwQsPo0/s72-c/logo_lumen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-1363235284665171207</id><published>2010-09-24T08:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T08:53:48.847-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cotidiano'/><title type='text'>Tempo passa, passa tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://olhardomiguel.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/tempo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://olhardomiguel.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/tempo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Passam os dias&lt;br /&gt;As horas passam depressa bem diante dos seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Você diz: Tenho que zoar, curtir, aproveitar a vida&lt;br /&gt;Tenho todo tempo do mundo, todo tempo do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Será ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ninguém sabe o dia ou hora nem nunca saberá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pense bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quanto tempo você tem? Quanto tempo você tem?&lt;br /&gt;Será que você sabe quanto dura a vida?&lt;br /&gt;Isso não dá pra dizer.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém saberá .&lt;br /&gt;Quanto tempo você tem? Quanto tempo você tem?&lt;br /&gt;Tem que aproveitar o dom pra fazer o bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quanto tempo você tem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Essa canção da Banda Dom, reflete minha vida agora. Lutando contra o tempo e às pessoas que teimam em não fazê-lo estar a meu favor. Mas, quem como Deus? NINGUÉM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Assim, vou seguindo, com olhos fitos em meu Senhor. Salve, Maria! +M&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/3980620515906175971-1363235284665171207?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/1363235284665171207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=1363235284665171207&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/1363235284665171207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/1363235284665171207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2010/09/tempo-passa-passa-tempo.html' title='Tempo passa, passa tempo...'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-7962133546638285339</id><published>2010-09-23T08:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T08:06:41.364-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devoção'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='São Pio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lumen'/><title type='text'>Padre Pio - La Vita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vivopelavida.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/Padre-Pio-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://vivopelavida.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/Padre-Pio-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.conventopadrepio.com/pt/padre-pio.html" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Padre Pio - La vita&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;San Pio è nato a Pietrelcina,  piccolo paese a pochi chilometri da Benevento, il 25 maggio 1887. Il  padre, Grazio Forgione, comunemente chiamato «Razio», o «zi’ Razio», era  un piccolo possidente che viveva del proprio. La madre, Giuseppa Di  Nunzio, era una donna di grande pietà.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fu  battezzato col nome di Francesco, nella chiesa di Santa Maria degli  Angeli, l’antica parrocchia del paese, posta nel «Castello», cioè nella  parte alta di Pietrelcina.&lt;br /&gt;Da piccolo aiutava i familiari nelle  incombenze dei campi, ma soprattutto si occupava del pascolo di alcune  pecore. Manifestatasi la sua vocazione per la vita religiosa cappuccina,  il padre si sobbarcò volentieri alle spese necessarie per farlo  studiare, emigrando in America&lt;br /&gt;A quindici anni compiuti, fu accolto  nel noviziato di Morcone, ove il 22 gennaio del 1903 vestì l’abito di  San Francesco, prendendo il nome di fra’ Pio.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terminato l’anno di  noviziato, il 22 gennaio del 1904 emise i voti semplici e iniziò quindi,  nei vari conventi della provincia monastica, gli studi per diventare  sacerdote. Il 27 gennaio del 1907 emise i voti solenni, legandosi così  definitivamente all’Ordine.&lt;br /&gt;La  salute non buona lo costringeva, però, ad alternare alla vita  conventuale continue parentesi di convalescenza al suo paese. Era  considerato generalmente tisico. Tanto che si dubitava potesse giungere  al sacerdozio, o comunque, vivere la severa regola di san Francesco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma con una volontà di ferro superò ogni difficoltà, e il 10 agosto del 1910 venne ordinato sacerdote nel duomo di Benevento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La  sua salute continuava ad essere incerta e perciò, tranne brevi  parentesi di ritorno in convento, i superiori preferirono lasciarlo al  suo paese, dove secondo la disponibilità delle proprie forze aiutava il  parroco nel ministero sacro. Con la chiamata alle armi, nel novembre del  1915, ha termine la permanenza di Padre Pio a Pietrelcina: tra continue  licenze di convalescenza, si susseguono brevi soggiorni al suo paese e  presenze in vari conventi, tra cui quello di San Giovanni Rotondo, dove  giunse il 28 luglio 1916 per rimanervi fino alla morte.&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/3980620515906175971-7962133546638285339?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/7962133546638285339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=7962133546638285339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/7962133546638285339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/7962133546638285339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2010/09/padre-pio-la-vita.html' title='Padre Pio - La Vita'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-8395061210982726211</id><published>2010-09-22T17:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T17:11:11.694-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doutorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mestrado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cotidiano'/><title type='text'>Como ser aprovado na seleção do mestrado/ doutorado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eusouex.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/fuvest-sera-que-passei3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://eusouex.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/fuvest-sera-que-passei3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;a href="http://www.posgraduando.com/tutoriais/como-ser-aprovado-na-selecao-do-mestradodoutorado"&gt;Pós-Graduando - Tudo sobre a pós-graduação&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O  processo seletivo para o ingresso na pós-graduação está cada vez mais  concorrido. Com a maior exigência por especialização em um mercado de  trabalho a cada dia mais disputado, o número de candidatos nos processos  seletivos da pós-graduação só tem aumentado. E é curioso ver como muita  gente chega despreparada para essa etapa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="page" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div id="columns"&gt;&lt;div class="col1"&gt;&lt;div class="post-alt blog" id="post-391"&gt;             &lt;div class="entry"&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por esse motivo, preparei um post para  explicar como é a seleção na maioria dos programas de pós-graduação  stricto sensu recomendados pela Capes e passar algumas dicas para quem  pensa em candidatar-se. Não vou entrar no mérito da eficiência de  processo, nem das panelinhas e do protecionismo que existe aos “prata da  casa”. Esse assunto fica para outra oportunidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.posgraduando.com/tutoriais/como-escolher-uma-pos-graduacao" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conheça o programa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro passo é conhecer muito bem o programa de pós-graduação  almejado. Informe-se sobre as linhas de pesquisa, as oportunidades, a  infra-estrutura, o corpo docente, as disciplinas, ou seja, tenha uma  visão do programa como um todo. Isso irá te ajudar bastante nas etapas  seguintes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Converse com o seu possível orientador&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinceridade? Se um professor topar te orientar, já é meio caminho  andado. Por mais que em alguns programas seja a coordenação que  distribui os orientadores, recomendo conversar com o professor da área  desejada. Principalmente se não fez a graduação na instituição. E como  será necessário apresentar um projeto ou anteprojeto de pesquisa, o  professor pode te ajudar a elaborar algo dentro das linhas de pesquisa  dele ou do programa, o que pode aumentar suas chances de ser aprovado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Converse com os pós-graduandos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os alunos que já estão matriculados no programa de pós-graduação podem  te passar dicas valiosas sobre o processo seletivo, os pontos que são  mais valorizados e como foi o processo nos anos anteriores. Os  pós-graduandos são os candidatos de ontem que foram aprovados. Leve em  conta as suas considerações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estude o edital&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após a publicação do edital, estude com muito cuidado todas as  exigências e todas as etapas do processo seletivo. Alguns candidatos  ficam no meio do caminho por causa de erros bobos, que poderiam ser  evitados com uma simples leitura cuidadosa do edital. Tenha em mente  tudo que deve ser feito e/ou apresentado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prova escrita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A prova escrita, com assuntos específicos relacionados à área de atuação  do programa, é utilizada em alguns processos seletivos para o mestrado.  No doutorado é raro. Descubra com os pós-graduandos do programa como  foi a prova do ano anterior para ter uma noção do estilo da prova e do  nível de exigência. Estude a bibliografia recomendada. Cuidado com os  erros de português, eles depõem contra você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Projeto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O projeto é como uma carta de intenções. Por ele os professores  avaliarão o seu conhecimento, sua capacidade de planejamento, o nível de  domínio da redação científica e se a sua intenção se encaixa nas linhas  de pesquisa do programa. No doutorado isso assume uma importância ainda  maior, levando-se em consideração também a originalidade da proposta e o  grau de inovação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Análise de currículo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A essa altura do campeonato, espero que você tenha feito estágios,  participado de congressos, publicado resumos e artigos. Bolsa de  iniciação científica na graduação conta muito, pois neste caso o aluno  já tem alguma experiência com pesquisa. No edital provavelmente haverá  uma tabela com a pontuação que cada item do seu currículo vale. Artigos  em periódicos científicos são muito bem pontuados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entrevista&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As perguntas básicas: por quê decidiu fazer pós-graduação, qual área que  gostaria de estudar, se você trabalha, e caso seja essa a sua situação,  se conseguirá conciliar o trabalho e a pós-graduação. Irão perguntar  pormenores do seu projeto de pesquisa e do seu currículo, por isso,  estude ambos. E sejamos sinceros, na verdade, o que os professores da  banca de entrevista querem mesmo saber é se você dará conta de concluir a  pós-graduação dentro dos prazos estipulados pela Capes e se você será  produtivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exame de proficiência&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguns programas de pós-graduação exigem na seleção que o candidato seja  aprovado em um exame de proficiência em uma língua estrangeira,  geralmente o inglês. Bons conhecimentos na língua do exame ajudam, mas  cuidado, o exame é recheado de termos técnicos. A dica é pegar artigos  publicados em periódicos científicos na área do programa e na língua que  será cobrada, e traduzir. Comece traduzindo um artigo por dia, e na  semana anterior ao exame, traduza o maior número de artigos que  conseguir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não fui aprovado. E agora?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você não estava preparado o suficiente para ser aprovado, não  desanime. A concorrência tem aumentado muito e não são todos os  processos seletivos que são totalmente justos. Às vezes acontecem alguns  absurdos. Se for possível, converse com o seu orientador se existe a  possibilidade de conduzir trabalhos para melhorar o seu currículo, dando  atenção aos pontos fracos do mesmo, para que no processo seletivo do  ano seguinte você esteja em melhores condições de disputar a vaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3980620515906175971-8395061210982726211?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/8395061210982726211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=8395061210982726211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/8395061210982726211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/8395061210982726211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2010/09/como-ser-aprovado-na-selecao-do.html' title='Como ser aprovado na seleção do mestrado/ doutorado'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-3018372919981907014</id><published>2010-09-22T10:30:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T10:32:22.560-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>Meus medos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.creativenonfiction.org/brevity/past%20issues/brev26hotcold/brev26pix/fear.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="325" src="http://www.creativenonfiction.org/brevity/past%20issues/brev26hotcold/brev26pix/fear.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Desde pequeno, a vida se encarregou de me apresentar alguns medos. Tenho medo de sapo (qualquer tamanho e cor), da solidão, de cebola queimada, de pessoas estranhas, tenho medos que nem sei se são medos, mas ultimamente, tenho tido medo de mim, das minhas impotências.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei por quê, mas Deus tem um plano por trás disso. Tenho tido severas dificuldades em um âmbito da minha vida, em especial de lidar com alguém que, supostamente, está superior a mim. Esse alguém é intransigente, faithless, estranho e parece um sapo. Coincidências? Não sei, mas a criatura personifica tudo aquilo que me desagrada e atualmente, está me permitindo temê-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma amiga me perguntou: "Ele é o famoso quem?" Desde esse dia, agradeço à Sandra por ela ter-me feito perceber de quem tenho medo: de alguém que nem grande é. De alguém que, por vezes, joga em mim e nos ao seu redor, suas incapacidades e frustrações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Então, o que fazer? Amar? Não sei, mas tentar perdoar. E eu vou conseguir. Não para ser melhor, mas para olhar para trás e dizer: passou... Passei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É isso. Desabafando aqui. Tinha esquecido como isso é bom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Luz e Paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3980620515906175971-3018372919981907014?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/3018372919981907014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=3018372919981907014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/3018372919981907014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/3018372919981907014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2010/09/meus-medos.html' title='Meus medos'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-6326613397463822045</id><published>2010-09-21T09:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T09:29:26.118-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Teresinha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Formação'/><title type='text'>Novena de Santa Teresinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://giselle.cfn.blog.br/files/2009/01/Teresinha-de-Jesus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://giselle.cfn.blog.br/files/2009/01/Teresinha-de-Jesus.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bom dia! E o dia além de lindo, se torna ainda mais pelo fato de hoje darmos início à Novena das Rosas ou então, Novena de Santa teresinha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nascida Teresa de Lisieux, em Aleçon, França, veio de uma família rica e muito unida. Após a morte de sua mãe, ficou aos cuidados do pai e das irmãs. Estas, com a graça de Deus, ingressaram no Carmelo onde, posteriormente, seria a doce morada da pequena rosa de Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em seu mais famoso livro História de uma Alma, percebemos o porque do título anterior: Amor e mais amor ao Bom Deus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sejamos pois, assim como Santa teresinha: "passarinhos nas mãos do Nosso Senhor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Salve, Maria! +M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Acesse aqui uma página especial da Canção Nova sobre Santa Teresinha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/dpH4AA"&gt;Santa Teresinha do Menino Jesus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3980620515906175971-6326613397463822045?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/6326613397463822045/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=6326613397463822045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/6326613397463822045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/6326613397463822045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2010/09/novena-de-santa-teresinha.html' title='Novena de Santa Teresinha'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-8529415520074164825</id><published>2010-09-20T14:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T14:37:15.846-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakira'/><title type='text'>¡Vamos a bailar! O verão 2011 está chegando!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma das músicas que irá agitar o verão com certeza será da diva pop Shakira (para variar!). Com seu single Loca (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" style="vertical-align: top;" title="Shakira - Loca feat Dizzee Rascal with lyrics"&gt;Shakira - Loca feat Dizzee Rascal), o verão do ano que vem promete ferver nas praias e nas boates mais badaladas. É esperar para ver. Esperar? Que nada! ¡Vamos a bailar! Seguem os vídeos da versão em inglês e em espanhol. ¡Vale!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" style="vertical-align: top;" title="Shakira - Loca feat Dizzee Rascal with lyrics"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" style="vertical-align: top;" title="Shakira - Loca feat Dizzee Rascal with lyrics"&gt;&lt;object height="295" style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/QOJgw2EjOxM/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QOJgw2EjOxM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QOJgw2EjOxM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" style="vertical-align: top;" title="Shakira - Loca feat Dizzee Rascal with lyrics"&gt;&lt;object height="295" style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/UEr91A_Rewc/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UEr91A_Rewc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UEr91A_Rewc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3980620515906175971-8529415520074164825?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/8529415520074164825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=8529415520074164825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/8529415520074164825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/8529415520074164825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2010/09/vamos-bailar-o-verao-2011-esta-chegando.html' title='¡Vamos a bailar! O verão 2011 está chegando!'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-7106790957144493100</id><published>2010-09-20T09:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T14:36:55.465-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doutorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mestrado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cotodiano'/><title type='text'>Estudos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bom dia pessoal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mais uma semana começa e em mim, a necessidade de mapear o futuro acad~emico. São diversas as possibilidades e, por isso mesmo, devo ter bastante cuidado para não ser imprudente. Psiciologia, Comunicação, Administração... Só sei que, em meu caso, peço a Deus a graça de ele aprouver aquilo que seja melhor para mim. Sem reservas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que assim seja!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ah, gostaria de solicitar aos meus amigos que sigam dois perfis interessantes no Twitter. O primeiro, é o @natalbranco projeto social da Obra Lumen e que este ano estará concetado à comunicação veloz dessa mídia social.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em seguida, vem o #projetoformador nova possibilidade de evangelização, desta vez, por uso do aplicativo Twitcam. Será uma revolução!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tenham um dia feliz! Com mais amor! Salve, Maria! +M&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/3980620515906175971-7106790957144493100?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/7106790957144493100/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=7106790957144493100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/7106790957144493100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/7106790957144493100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2010/09/estudos.html' title='Estudos'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-1110271502754658355</id><published>2010-09-19T13:11:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T13:21:09.130-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louvor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Despertar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coreografias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lumen'/><title type='text'>Vamos Dançar? Conto Contigo, Missionário Shalom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Aprendendo a coreografia da música nova de louvor do Missionário Shalom. Muito legal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G9f2PRj9eAY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G9f2PRj9eAY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3980620515906175971-1110271502754658355?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/1110271502754658355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=1110271502754658355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/1110271502754658355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/1110271502754658355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2010/09/vamos-dancar-conto-contigo-missionario.html' title='Vamos Dançar? Conto Contigo, Missionário Shalom'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-5561844328452988755</id><published>2010-09-19T10:42:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T13:19:56.060-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cotidiano'/><title type='text'>De volta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Bom dia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi pessoal! Quanto tempo! Saudades disso aqui. Saudades de me expressar e, acima de tudo, contribuir para a escrita no meio virtual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou de volta. Dessa vez, sem falsas promessas como vemos na época eleitoral: voltei e cotidianamente usarei meu blog para conversar, desabafar, evangelizar e ser melhor conmigo e com os demais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudei muito e garanto: para melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só não cairei no comodismo de permanecer nessa mudança. Mudanças possuem leituras de constante atividades para mim. Sempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É isso! Welcome back, John!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ü&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/3980620515906175971-5561844328452988755?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/5561844328452988755/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=5561844328452988755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/5561844328452988755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/5561844328452988755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2010/09/de-volta.html' title='De volta.'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-2306367030333374872</id><published>2009-07-13T00:02:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T13:21:25.473-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seraph'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divulgação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lumen'/><title type='text'>I Reunião Aniversário Despertar Seraph</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SlqkyLBFeII/AAAAAAAAAyE/GpdloFA-nwU/s1600-h/Reuni%C3%A3o+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SlqkyLBFeII/AAAAAAAAAyE/GpdloFA-nwU/s400/Reuni%C3%A3o+I.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357775888568383618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sinta-se convidado (a) a participar de nossa I reunião de preparação desse evento tão significativo: 01 ano de Despertar Seraph! Participe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Local: Sede Mater Dei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dia: 13 de julho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Horário: 19h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Obs.: Trazer papel e caneta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" target="" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SdjxQLgQzuI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/5ij_wvPWRe0/s400/Discipulado+Cartaz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321268220006551266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cartaz fala por si só!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clique e confira!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3980620515906175971-7173810478065483614?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/7173810478065483614/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=7173810478065483614&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/7173810478065483614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/7173810478065483614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/04/discipulado-geral.html' title='Discipulado Geral'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SdjxQLgQzuI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/5ij_wvPWRe0/s72-c/Discipulado+Cartaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-875511616581161128</id><published>2009-04-01T23:22:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T13:21:48.012-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cotidiano'/><title type='text'>Aloha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pessoal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quanto tempo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saudades de escrever aqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A  saudade tá acompanhada pela falta de tempo. Existe isso? Sim. To vivendo na pele tal situação, mas sabe, é tão relativo... to super ocupado agora que escrevo, mas não deixarei de escrever mais por conta disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Novos termos, novas pessoas, tudo tão legal (Mestrado é MARA!), além da oportunidade de conhecer novas pessoas no Lumen (As amarras foram soltas, graças a Deus) e isso me faz um bem enorme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quanto ao que me fez sofrer horrores no início desse ano, tenho algo a dizer: FO**-SE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Caramba, como eu fui imbecil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas ainda bem que passa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No mais, vou terminando minha mono da pós, consegui minha bolsa de pesquisa, vou ensinar muito daqui pra frente, trabalhar, ter suce$$o, discernir novas amizades (medo de gente que quer me usar!) e beijar na boca e ser feliz!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deus abençoe a todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fui!&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/3980620515906175971-875511616581161128?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/875511616581161128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=875511616581161128&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/875511616581161128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/875511616581161128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/04/aloha.html' title='Aloha!'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-1018167699999106113</id><published>2009-03-05T09:20:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T13:22:09.309-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estudos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mestrado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Especialização'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://br.geocities.com/ketiuce/Diversos/monografia.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Terminando a mono da Pós!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora que venha o Mestrado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorte de hoje: Nossa força cresce de nossa fraqueza (Bufu!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3980620515906175971-1018167699999106113?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/1018167699999106113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=1018167699999106113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/1018167699999106113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/1018167699999106113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/03/terminando-mono-da-pos-agora-que-venha.html' title=''/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-4428719734037888255</id><published>2009-03-04T02:03:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T13:22:58.046-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Britney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Circus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resenha'/><title type='text'>LIVEBLOG FROM BRITNEY SPEARS!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wish you were at the opening night of Britney's 'Circus' tour?! We'll be updating you all night with photos, texts and tweets from New Orleans -- straight from the fans! Stay tuned to BritneySpears.com all night for the latest!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here we have somes pics send by fans during the amazin show! Enjoy them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdnwp.britneyspears.com/assets_c/2009/03/1u16p-a758c600358b3c14a6f47a3155ecf716.49ae04d2-thumb-450x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 600px;" src="http://cdnwp.britneyspears.com/assets_c/2009/03/1u16p-a758c600358b3c14a6f47a3155ecf716.49ae04d2-thumb-450x600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdnwp.britneyspears.com/assets_c/2009/03/1u1i6-f28c85e0dffecaea3b04c7c0d682ffd9.49ae094c-thumb-450x337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://cdnwp.britneyspears.com/assets_c/2009/03/1u1i6-f28c85e0dffecaea3b04c7c0d682ffd9.49ae094c-thumb-450x337.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdnwp.britneyspears.com/assets_c/2009/03/1u1cx-cac380aa7e950a58d77affd24f058f96.49ae071f-thumb-450x337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://cdnwp.britneyspears.com/assets_c/2009/03/1u1cx-cac380aa7e950a58d77affd24f058f96.49ae071f-thumb-450x337.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdnwp.britneyspears.com/assets_c/2009/03/1u1la-a119af27718d06bcea64888e9acf2932.49ae0a86-thumb-450x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 600px;" src="http://cdnwp.britneyspears.com/assets_c/2009/03/1u1la-a119af27718d06bcea64888e9acf2932.49ae0a86-thumb-450x600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdnwp.britneyspears.com/assets_c/2009/03/1u1lu-09631925c0b1f0033cbb52da819964ac.49ae0ae6-thumb-450x337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://cdnwp.britneyspears.com/assets_c/2009/03/1u1lu-09631925c0b1f0033cbb52da819964ac.49ae0ae6-thumb-450x337.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ela conseguiu!!! Parabéns Britney! O show bombou! AGora, venha pro Brazil ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3980620515906175971-4428719734037888255?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/4428719734037888255/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=4428719734037888255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/4428719734037888255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/4428719734037888255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/03/liveblog-from-britney-spears.html' title='LIVEBLOG FROM BRITNEY SPEARS!!!!!'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-8196993673800973176</id><published>2009-03-03T09:34:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T13:23:23.807-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kerigma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louvor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lumen'/><title type='text'>Eu quero ser de Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uma vida de graça e vitória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É o que Deus tem pra te dar&lt;br /&gt;A condição pra você recebê-la&lt;br /&gt;É a busca da Santidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida de graça e vitória&lt;br /&gt;É o que Deus tem pra te dar&lt;br /&gt;A condição pra você recebê-la&lt;br /&gt;É a busca da Santidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lutar contra todo pecado&lt;br /&gt;Que te separa de Deus&lt;br /&gt;Romper com todas cadeias&lt;br /&gt;Ser livre e ter a mente de Deus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ser de Deus&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ser de Deus&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero viver esse amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ser de Deus&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ser de Deus&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero viver esse amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3980620515906175971-8196993673800973176?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/8196993673800973176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=8196993673800973176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/8196993673800973176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/8196993673800973176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/03/eu-quero-ser-de-deus.html' title='Eu quero ser de Deus'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-7556920086841098248</id><published>2009-02-28T19:07:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T13:24:09.650-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beyonce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cotidiano'/><title type='text'>Every rule I had to break...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/Sam2EC2wKtI/AAAAAAAAArw/X5vs0tWi7gQ/s1600-h/ATgAAAD_Xl8Fyd611p-lUpwruoNin2LYHgvfQqcBAJFzGxL-Sx8gUzm5hJXuLOl4pRTCE3gDJgZES-vzPZw8zxc-GEa9AJtU9VBXhPJkyyTrqIupXbLLoZ5mjuGhTg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/Sam2EC2wKtI/AAAAAAAAArw/X5vs0tWi7gQ/s400/ATgAAAD_Xl8Fyd611p-lUpwruoNin2LYHgvfQqcBAJFzGxL-Sx8gUzm5hJXuLOl4pRTCE3gDJgZES-vzPZw8zxc-GEa9AJtU9VBXhPJkyyTrqIupXbLLoZ5mjuGhTg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307973816435092178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everywhere I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; looking now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm surrounded by your embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby I can see your halo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know you're my saving grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're everything I need and more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's written all over your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby I can feel your halo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pray won't fade away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feel your halo, halo&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/3980620515906175971-7556920086841098248?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/7556920086841098248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=7556920086841098248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/7556920086841098248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/7556920086841098248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/02/every-rule-i-had-to-break.html' title='Every rule I had to break...'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/Sam2EC2wKtI/AAAAAAAAArw/X5vs0tWi7gQ/s72-c/ATgAAAD_Xl8Fyd611p-lUpwruoNin2LYHgvfQqcBAJFzGxL-Sx8gUzm5hJXuLOl4pRTCE3gDJgZES-vzPZw8zxc-GEa9AJtU9VBXhPJkyyTrqIupXbLLoZ5mjuGhTg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-75459646481724505</id><published>2009-02-27T12:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T13:24:25.513-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clarice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cotidiano'/><title type='text'>Clarice Lispector...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SagGAa2fFgI/AAAAAAAAAro/nG3hggTfHzw/s1600-h/ATgAAACoT7R-89KBSgoX6rt1TlVbBkgcDFbgSBnnshTMNmODrnp-ZBLAkcDA60VMZ1Iwr-Je63vaJBt098Pr8tnOqhHWAJtU9VC7g0MT5cIld9rup_3DZH9B87yv-Q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 373px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SagGAa2fFgI/AAAAAAAAAro/nG3hggTfHzw/s400/ATgAAACoT7R-89KBSgoX6rt1TlVbBkgcDFbgSBnnshTMNmODrnp-ZBLAkcDA60VMZ1Iwr-Je63vaJBt098Pr8tnOqhHWAJtU9VC7g0MT5cIld9rup_3DZH9B87yv-Q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307498765133747714" 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/3980620515906175971-75459646481724505?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/75459646481724505/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=75459646481724505&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/75459646481724505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/75459646481724505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='Clarice Lispector...'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SagGAa2fFgI/AAAAAAAAAro/nG3hggTfHzw/s72-c/ATgAAACoT7R-89KBSgoX6rt1TlVbBkgcDFbgSBnnshTMNmODrnp-ZBLAkcDA60VMZ1Iwr-Je63vaJBt098Pr8tnOqhHWAJtU9VC7g0MT5cIld9rup_3DZH9B87yv-Q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-8700180714439259930</id><published>2009-02-27T00:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T13:24:50.542-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beyonce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cotidiano'/><title type='text'>Halo - Beyoncé</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.google.com/aspiring.prashant/R7XRdoeG3gI/AAAAAAAAADs/WinREae8_Rg/Broken%20Wings_thumb%5B43%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 412px; height: 311px;" src="http://lh6.google.com/aspiring.prashant/R7XRdoeG3gI/AAAAAAAAADs/WinREae8_Rg/Broken%20Wings_thumb%5B43%5D" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Remember those walls I built&lt;br /&gt;Well Baby they are tumbling down&lt;br /&gt;And they didn't even put up a fight&lt;br /&gt;They didn't even make a sound&lt;br /&gt;I found a way to let you in&lt;br /&gt;But I never really had a doubt&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the light of your halo&lt;br /&gt;I got my angel now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I've been awaken&lt;br /&gt;Every rule I had to break&lt;br /&gt;It's the risk that I'm taking&lt;br /&gt;I ain't never gonna shut you out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I'm looking now&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by your embrace&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can see your halo&lt;br /&gt;You know you're my saving grace&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I need and more&lt;br /&gt;It's written all over your face&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can feel your halo&lt;br /&gt;Pray won't fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo, halo, halo&lt;br /&gt;Can see your halo, halo, halo&lt;br /&gt;Can feel your halo, halo, halo&lt;br /&gt;Can see your halo, halo, halo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit me like a ray of sun&lt;br /&gt;Burning through my darkness night&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one that I want&lt;br /&gt;I got addicted to your lie&lt;br /&gt;I swore I'd never fall again&lt;br /&gt;But this don't even feel like falling&lt;br /&gt;Gravity came again&lt;br /&gt;To pull me back to the ground again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I've been awaken&lt;br /&gt;Every rule I had to break&lt;br /&gt;It's the risk that I'm taking&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna shut you out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I'm looking now&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by your embrace&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can see your halo&lt;br /&gt;You know you're my saving grace&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I need and more&lt;br /&gt;It's written all over your face&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can feel your halo&lt;br /&gt;Pray won't fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo, halo, halo&lt;br /&gt;Can see your halo, halo, halo&lt;br /&gt;Can feel your halo, halo, halo&lt;br /&gt;Can see your halo, halo, halo&lt;br /&gt;Can feel your halo, halo, halo&lt;br /&gt;Can see your halo, halo, halo&lt;br /&gt;Can feel your halo, halo, halo&lt;br /&gt;Can see your halo, halo, halo&lt;br /&gt;Halo, halo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I'm looking now&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by your embrace&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can see your halo&lt;br /&gt;You know you're my saving grace&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I need and more&lt;br /&gt;It's written all over your face&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can feel your halo&lt;br /&gt;Pray won't fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo, halo, halo&lt;br /&gt;Can see your halo, halo, halo&lt;br /&gt;Can feel your halo, halo, halo&lt;br /&gt;Can see your halo, halo, halo&lt;br /&gt;Can feel your halo, halo, halo&lt;br /&gt;Can see your halo, halo, halo&lt;br /&gt;Can feel your halo, halo, halo&lt;br /&gt;Can see your halo, halo, halo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm felt me just like that. But into seconds, everything broken down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrify sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3980620515906175971-8700180714439259930?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/8700180714439259930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=8700180714439259930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/8700180714439259930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/8700180714439259930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/02/halo-beyonce.html' title='Halo - Beyoncé'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-1912712097323741241</id><published>2009-02-20T11:38:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T13:25:22.472-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cotidiano'/><title type='text'>Ser Feliz...</title><content type='html'>Lembre-se:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ser feliz não é ter um céu sem tempestades, caminhos sem acidentes, trabalhos sem fadigas, relacionamentos sem decepções.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz é encontrar força no perdão, esperança nas batalhas, segurança no palco do medo, amor nos desencontros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz não é apenas valorizar o sorriso, mas refletir sobre a tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é apenas comemorar o sucesso, mas aprender lições nos fracassos. Não é apenas ter júbilo nos aplausos, mas encontrar alegria no anonimato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz é reconhecer que vale a pena viver, apesar de todos os desafios, incompreensões e períodos de crise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz não é uma fatalidade do destino, mas uma conquista de quem sabe viajar para dentro do seu próprio ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz é deixar de ser vítima dos problemas e se tornar autor da própria história. É atravessar desertos fora de si, mas ser capaz de encontrar um oásis no recôndito da sua alma. É agradecer a Deus a cada manhã pelo milagre da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz é não ter medo dos próprios sentimentos. É saber falar de si mesmo. É ter coragem para ouvir um "não". É ter segurança para receber uma crítica, mesmo que injusta. É beijar os filhos, curtir os pais e ter momentos poéticos com os amigos, mesmo que eles nos magoem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz é deixar viver a criança livre, alegre e simples que mora dentro de você. É ter maturidade para falar: "Eu Errei". É ter ousadia para dizer: "Me Perdoe". É ter sensibilidade para confessar: "Eu Preciso De Você".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz é ter a capacidade de dizer: "Eu Te Amo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que deu pra entender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3980620515906175971-1912712097323741241?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/1912712097323741241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=1912712097323741241&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/1912712097323741241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/1912712097323741241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/02/ser-feliz.html' title='Ser Feliz...'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-3568305963880110217</id><published>2009-02-19T13:47:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T13:27:59.479-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cotidiano'/><title type='text'>Maria Eduarda nasceu!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SZ2N6NBq6XI/AAAAAAAAArE/zlia2vqE3P4/s1600-h/DSC00090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SZ2N6NBq6XI/AAAAAAAAArE/zlia2vqE3P4/s400/DSC00090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304551967180908914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Seja bem vinda meu anjo!!!! Seus "tios" e sua família só podem louvar muito a Deus pelo dom da sua vida em nosso meio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Parabéns papai Hélio e mamãe Patrícia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Luz e Paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3980620515906175971-3568305963880110217?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/3568305963880110217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=3568305963880110217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/3568305963880110217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/3568305963880110217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/02/maria-eduarda-nasceu.html' title='Maria Eduarda nasceu!!!'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SZ2N6NBq6XI/AAAAAAAAArE/zlia2vqE3P4/s72-c/DSC00090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-6075755612649954179</id><published>2009-02-18T23:51:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T13:26:11.680-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estudos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UFC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratidão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mestrado'/><title type='text'>PASSEI!!! Mestrado Acadêmico em Administração - UFC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SZzlUei3piI/AAAAAAAAAq8/4CUP5RnIGXY/s1600-h/Logotipo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SZzlUei3piI/AAAAAAAAAq8/4CUP5RnIGXY/s400/Logotipo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304366601095063074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SZzlUbSrIEI/AAAAAAAAAq0/MQm0NsHfLNc/s1600-h/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SZzlUbSrIEI/AAAAAAAAAq0/MQm0NsHfLNc/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304366600221827138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SZzlUA9k1bI/AAAAAAAAAqs/-krvo_7qTBc/s1600-h/459627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SZzlUA9k1bI/AAAAAAAAAqs/-krvo_7qTBc/s400/459627.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304366593154012594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SZzlUJzXEzI/AAAAAAAAAqk/2ByAHCbX474/s1600-h/brasaoUFC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SZzlUJzXEzI/AAAAAAAAAqk/2ByAHCbX474/s400/brasaoUFC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304366595527086898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;PASSEI!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Graças a Deus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Graças à Virgem Mãe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Obrigado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Não me lembrava mais como é bom ser feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;=D&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/3980620515906175971-6075755612649954179?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/6075755612649954179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=6075755612649954179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/6075755612649954179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/6075755612649954179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/02/passei-mestrado-academico-em.html' title='PASSEI!!! 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Um dia, veio ao encontro do filósofo um homem, seu conhecido, que lhe disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Sabes o que me disseram de um teu amigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Espera um pouco - respondeu Sócrates. Antes de me diseres alguma coisa, queria que passasses por um pequeno exame. Chamo-lhe o exame do triplo filtro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Triplo filtro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Isso mesmo - continuou Sócrates. Antes de me falares sobre o meu amigo, pode ser um boa ideia filtrares três vezes o que me vais dizer. É por isso que lhe chamo o exame de triplo filtro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O primeiro filtro é a &lt;strong&gt;verdade&lt;/strong&gt;. Estás bem seguro de que aquilo que me vais dizer é verdade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Não - disse o homem. Realmente só ouvi falar sobre isso e ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Bem! - disse Sócrates. Então, na realidade, não sabes se é verdadeiro ou falso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Agora, deixa-me aplicar o segundo filtro, o filtro da &lt;strong&gt;bondade&lt;/strong&gt;. O que me vais dizer sobre o meu amigo, é uma coisa boa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Não. Pelo contrário...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Então, queres dizer-me uma coisa má e que não estás seguro que seja verdadeira. Mas posso ainda ouvir-te, porque falta um filtro, o da &lt;strong&gt;utilidade&lt;/strong&gt;. Vai servir-me para alguma coisa saber aquilo que me vais dizer sobre o meu amigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Não. De verdade, não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Bem - concluiu Sócrates. Se o que me queres dizer pode nem sequer ser verdadeiro, nem bom e nem me é útil, para que é que o queria saber? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uso este triplo filtro cada vez que ouço comentários sobre algum dos meus amigos, especialmente os mais próximos e mais queridos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3980620515906175971-4537462649239183969?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/4537462649239183969/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=4537462649239183969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/4537462649239183969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/4537462649239183969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/02/os-tres-filtros-de-socrates.html' title='Os três filtros de Sócrates'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-3351115101660083607</id><published>2009-02-17T09:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T10:13:08.686-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SZq3xoHrIuI/AAAAAAAAAqc/oQ07r5s_cxM/s1600-h/florestaqueimada16is1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SZq3xoHrIuI/AAAAAAAAAqc/oQ07r5s_cxM/s400/florestaqueimada16is1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303753574393258722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pensamentos tortos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); text-align: justify;" class="tex"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pensamentos mortos&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos espalhados&lt;br /&gt;Pelo chão de minha razão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos assombrados&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos devastados&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos encontrados&lt;br /&gt;Em plena erupção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos vazios&lt;br /&gt;Arrependimentos tardios&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos vadios&lt;br /&gt;Corrompendo a ilusão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensamento atroz&lt;br /&gt;Coração a sós&lt;br /&gt;Na garganta um nó&lt;br /&gt;Um final sem solução&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="aut"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: Carmem Lucia Marcos Manco&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belo texto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bela descrição de alguém que hoje se encontra assim: devastado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas dizem que, as florestas, após um grande incêndio, conseguem ter a capacidade de reflorescer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quem disse que eu não vou conseguir?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus é mais e me basta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3980620515906175971-3351115101660083607?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/3351115101660083607/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=3351115101660083607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/3351115101660083607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/3351115101660083607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/02/pensamentos.html' title='Pensamentos'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SZq3xoHrIuI/AAAAAAAAAqc/oQ07r5s_cxM/s72-c/florestaqueimada16is1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-5558899943087571819</id><published>2009-02-16T09:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:30:42.416-03:00</updated><title type='text'>This time I realize...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bpenn.com/home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 328px;" src="http://www.bpenn.com/home.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;That everything pass by me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I cannot do too much if the other part don't wanna too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hurts me. But I cannot more kill me like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I love you my friend. And I'll be there, waiting for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;God bless your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3980620515906175971-5558899943087571819?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/5558899943087571819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=5558899943087571819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/5558899943087571819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/5558899943087571819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-time-i-realize.html' title='This time I realize...'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-4172825679138454274</id><published>2009-02-15T12:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T12:29:03.302-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sober</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By: Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't wanna be the girl who laughs the loudest&lt;br /&gt;Or the girl who never wants to be alone&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be that call at 4 o'clock in the morning&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I'm the only one you know in the world that won't be home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aahh the sun is blinding&lt;br /&gt;I stayed up again&lt;br /&gt;Oohh, I am finding&lt;br /&gt;That's not the way I want my story to end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm safe&lt;br /&gt;Up high&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can touch me&lt;br /&gt;But why do I feel this party's over?&lt;br /&gt;No pain&lt;br /&gt;Inside&lt;br /&gt;You're my protection&lt;br /&gt;How do I feel this good sober?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be the girl who has to fill the silence&lt;br /&gt;A quiet scares me cause it screams the truth&lt;br /&gt;Please don't tell me that we had that conversation&lt;br /&gt;I won't remember, save your breath, 'cos what's the use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aahh, the night is calling&lt;br /&gt;And it whispers to me softly come and play&lt;br /&gt;Aahh, I am falling&lt;br /&gt;And If I let myself go I'm the only one to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm safe&lt;br /&gt;Up high&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can touch me&lt;br /&gt;But why do I feel this party's over?&lt;br /&gt;No pain&lt;br /&gt;Inside&lt;br /&gt;You're like perfection&lt;br /&gt;How do I feel this good sober?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming down, coming down, coming down&lt;br /&gt;Spinning 'round, spinning 'round, spinning 'round&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for myself&lt;br /&gt;Sober&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming down, coming down, coming down&lt;br /&gt;Spinning 'round, spinning 'round, spinning 'round&lt;br /&gt;Looking for myself&lt;br /&gt;Sober&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's good, then it's good, it's so good till it goes bad&lt;br /&gt;Till you're trying to find the you that you once had&lt;br /&gt;I have heard myself cry, never again&lt;br /&gt;Broken down in agony just trying to find a fit&lt;br /&gt;Ooh... oh whoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm safe&lt;br /&gt;Up high&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can touch me&lt;br /&gt;But why do I feel this party's over?&lt;br /&gt;No pain&lt;br /&gt;Inside&lt;br /&gt;You're like perfection&lt;br /&gt;How do I feel this good sober&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm safe&lt;br /&gt;Up high&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can touch me&lt;br /&gt;But why do I feel this party's over?&lt;br /&gt;No pain&lt;br /&gt;Inside&lt;br /&gt;You're like perfection&lt;br /&gt;How do I feel this good sober?&lt;br /&gt;(How do I feel this good sober?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lyric reflets the moment that I'm living right now: betraited but wanna be better. I don't know how, but it will happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay always here, waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3980620515906175971-4172825679138454274?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/4172825679138454274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=4172825679138454274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/4172825679138454274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/4172825679138454274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/02/sober.html' title='Sober'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-5375619855387524650</id><published>2009-02-15T10:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T10:24:55.783-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A resposta à indiferença e ao desprezo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="style50 style59"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Indiferença &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="style50 style59"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sentir indiferença ou desprezo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="style50 style59"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; da pessoa que amamos é uma dor infinita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="style50 style59"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Perdemos a razão de viver e voltar a ter alegria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="style50 style59"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ninguém é de Ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="style50 style59"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; O amor não se impõe, acontece,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="style50 style59"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; eleva nossa alma no mais alto grau de felicidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="style50 style59"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje, meu amigo, percebi isto em você, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="style50 style59"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;não com palavras, ou desprezo, mas de uma maneira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="style50 style59"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; que só meu coração soube captar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="style50 style59"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Sofro, mas continuo te amando, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="style50 style59"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cada ser é diferente em vários aspectos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="style50 style59"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Uns demonstram o que sentem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="style50 style59"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; rebelam e outros passam a agir com indiferença. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="style50 style59"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Como é triste este sentimento!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="style50 style59"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Seria melhor que arrancasse do peito a magia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="style50 style59"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; ou sentimento do que fazer alguém sofrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="style50 style59"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Diz um certo ditado que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="style50 style59"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Antes de fazer um coração sofrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="style50 style59"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; pense que você possa estar dentro dele &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="style50 style59"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Porém eu lhe digo é melhor fazer alguém sofrer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="style50 style59"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;usando a sinceridade do que a falsidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="style50 style59"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coloque-se nesta situação e sentirá o quanto dói &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="style50 style59"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;um coração ferido pela indiferença ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="style50 style59"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="style50 style59"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Passa logo mês infeliz... Passa logo dificuldade...&lt;br /&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/3980620515906175971-5375619855387524650?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/5375619855387524650/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=5375619855387524650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/5375619855387524650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/5375619855387524650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/02/resposta-indiferenca-e-ao-desprezo.html' title='A resposta à indiferença e ao desprezo...'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-8015994382928389243</id><published>2009-02-12T12:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T13:11:16.115-03:00</updated><title type='text'>All lights on me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SZRJ7KubUqI/AAAAAAAAAqM/NM-t9OGMetc/s1600-h/circus1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SZRJ7KubUqI/AAAAAAAAAqM/NM-t9OGMetc/s400/circus1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301943942162109090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...in the center of the ring&lt;br /&gt;Just like a circus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life is like that... all the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3980620515906175971-8015994382928389243?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/8015994382928389243/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=8015994382928389243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/8015994382928389243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/8015994382928389243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-lights-on-me.html' title='All lights on me...'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SZRJ7KubUqI/AAAAAAAAAqM/NM-t9OGMetc/s72-c/circus1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-7981263656086297003</id><published>2009-02-11T13:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T09:30:24.799-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo posso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://santidadeaosenhor.zip.net/images/blog_fil_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 347px;" src="http://santidadeaosenhor.zip.net/images/blog_fil_4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Posso, tudo posso Naquele que me fortalece&lt;br /&gt;Nada e ninguém no mundo vai me fazer desistir&lt;br /&gt;Quero, tudo quero, sem medo entregar meus projetos&lt;br /&gt;Deixar-me guiar nos caminhos que Deus desejou pra mim e ali estar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou perseguir tudo aquilo que Deus já escolheu pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Vou persistir, e mesmo nas marcas daquela dor&lt;br /&gt;Do que ficou, vou me lembrar&lt;br /&gt;E realizar o sonho mais lindo que Deus sonhou&lt;br /&gt;Em meu lugar estar na espera de um novo que vai chegar&lt;br /&gt;Vou persistir, continuar a esperar e crer&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo quando a visão se turva e o  coração só chora&lt;br /&gt;Mas na alma, há certeza da vitória&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Posso, tudo posso Naquele que me fortalece&lt;br /&gt;Nada e ninguém no mundo vai me fazer desistir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vou perseguir tudo aquilo que Deus já escolheu pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Vou persistir, e mesmo nas marcas daquela dor&lt;br /&gt;Do que ficou, vou me lembrar&lt;br /&gt;E realizar o sonho mais lindo que Deus sonhou&lt;br /&gt;Em meu lugar estar na espera de um novo que vai chegar&lt;br /&gt;Vou persistir, continuar a esperar e crer ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Eu vou sofrendo, mas seguindo enquanto tantos não entendem&lt;br /&gt;Vou cantando minha história, profetizando&lt;br /&gt;Que eu posso, tudo posso...  em Jesus!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Para mim e a todos nós: que nossas possibilidades de ontem, hoje e sempre sejam sempre as que Deus sonhou. Não as que nós queremos construir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Luz e Paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saudade...&lt;br /&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/3980620515906175971-7981263656086297003?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/7981263656086297003/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=7981263656086297003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/7981263656086297003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/7981263656086297003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/02/tudo-posso.html' title='Tudo posso...'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-9015883553096113026</id><published>2009-02-10T10:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:07:58.192-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade é solidão acompanhada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a295/Imperatrix/diversas104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a295/Imperatrix/diversas104.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saudade é solidão acompanhada,&lt;br /&gt;    é quando o amor ainda não foi embora,&lt;br /&gt;    mas a amada já...&lt;br /&gt;    Saudade é amar um passado que ainda não passou,&lt;br /&gt;    é recusar um presente que nos machuca,&lt;br /&gt;    é não ver o futuro que nos convida...&lt;br /&gt;    Saudade é sentir que existe o que não existe mais...&lt;br /&gt;    Saudade é o inferno dos que perderam,&lt;br /&gt;    é  a dor dos que ficaram para trás, é&lt;br /&gt;    o gosto de morte na boca dos que continuam...&lt;br /&gt;    Só uma pessoa no mundo deseja sentir saudade:&lt;br /&gt;    "aquela que nunca amou."&lt;br /&gt;    E esse é o maior dos sofrimentos:&lt;br /&gt;    não ter por quem sentir saudades,&lt;br /&gt;    passar&lt;br /&gt;    pela vida e não viver.&lt;br /&gt;    O maior dos sofrimentos é nunca ter sofrido..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por: Pablo Neruda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3980620515906175971-9015883553096113026?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/9015883553096113026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=9015883553096113026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/9015883553096113026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/9015883553096113026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/02/saudade-e-solidao-acompanhada.html' title='Saudade é solidão acompanhada...'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-4206070165748758492</id><published>2009-02-09T02:08:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T02:44:53.236-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Despedida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SY_CIcAG2kI/AAAAAAAAAqE/iCtrjHveR1I/s1600-h/1+%289%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Assim que eu recebi a notícia da morte do meu pai... Meu pai morreu num acidente muito trágico, minha mãe estava com ele, mas sobreviveu e hoje colhe seqüelas, mas está aqui conosco... A primeira coisa que me ocorreu, foi justamente a recordação que a última vez que eu tinha falado com ele, eu estava com pressa, com muita pressa para dormir... Eu estava apressado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Depois de tanto tempo passado de sua morte, eu fico pensando sabe... Será que se eu soubesse... Se eu soubesse que era a última oportunidade que eu tinha, como teria sido a minha reação? Diante daquele "adeus"?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu sei que a gente não pode prever absolutamente nada e é até bom que seja assim, porque senão a gente vai ficar desesperado o tempo todo! Mas se por acaso... Se de repente a gente se iluminasse... Com essa possibilidade... De fazer com que o nosso amor possa ser para o outro como se fosse o último...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se a nossa despedida fosse bem feita, sempre... Se os nossos encontros tivessem a qualidade que eles merecem... Se as últimas vezes que dizemos "adeus", se as últimas vezes que nos falamos ao telefone... Se as últimas vezes que nós nos visitamos, as últimas vezes que nós nos vimos... Se elas tivessem sido com a qualidade que as pessoas merecem, que a gente merece...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu sempre digo minha gente, o jeito como a gente viveu o dia de hoje, só tem dois destinos no futuro, o jeito como você viveu, o jeito como você foi irmão, o jeito como você foi amigo, só tem dois destinos:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Ou isso vira SAUDADE boa de ser sentida, depois que as pessoas vão embora;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Ou isso vira REMORSO, quando você tem o amargo na boca de saber que você não foi o que você poderia ter sido... Que você foi só pela metade... Que você desistiu... Que no momento que você poderia ter dado um pouquinho mais... Você não deu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que você desligou o telefone antes da hora... Que você não pediu o PERDÃO antes do tempo... Que você não realizou o que deveria ter realizado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Eu sei que é difícil esperar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Mas Deus tem um tempo pra agir e pra curar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Só é preciso confiar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Se a cruz lhe pesa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Não é pra se entregar &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;mas pra se aprender amar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Como alguém que não desiste&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;A dor faz parte do cultivo desta fé&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;E só quem sabe o que se quer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Quem luta para conseguir ser feliz&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Toda DESPEDIDA é sempre doída não é verdade? Despedir-se é tão ruim... Hoje você saiu de casa e deu tchau para um monte de gente, não é assim? Tchau, até daqui a pouco... Se você soubesse que foi a última vez? É ruim não é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque na verdade, despedida é muito mais do que um tchau... A despedida é um jeito de viver... O que nos faz ficar satisfeitos ou não com o jeito com que nós nos despedimos, é tudo o que antecedeu, é tudo aquilo que foi vida, vivo entre nós...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu sempre penso: Você tem como modificar o jeito como você saiu de casa? Tem? Você tem como modificar o jeito como você encontrou pela última vez as pessoas que você ama? Não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas você pode modificar o jeito como vai voltar... Não pode? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por isso que o AMOR é sempre feito de futuro... Ele sempre nos dá a oportunidade de voltar e de fazer de um jeito certo... Consertar quem sabe... E declarar amor é um jeito bonito que a gente tem de reacender a força dos relacionamentos, porque às vezes a gente se acostuma com as pessoas que estão do nosso lado... A gente já nem diz mais que ama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por isso hoje, volte para casa e quem sabe essa música possa lhe ajudar a dizer que você AMA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quem sabe a força do Poeta, possa nos ajudar a olhar nos olhos de quem é ESPECIAL na nossa vida e dizer assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Não desista do amor, não desista de amar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Não se entregue a dor porque ela um dia vai passar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Se a cruz lhe pesou e quer se entregar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Tal como Cirineu, Cristo vai lhe ajudar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É isso... Esse sou eu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apenas AMO...&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/3980620515906175971-4206070165748758492?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/4206070165748758492/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=4206070165748758492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/4206070165748758492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/4206070165748758492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/02/despedida.html' title='Despedida...'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SY_CIcAG2kI/AAAAAAAAAqE/iCtrjHveR1I/s72-c/1+%289%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-2690433145003939967</id><published>2009-02-06T09:47:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T14:43:05.616-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu sorriso tem algo a me dizer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SYw0ameYlvI/AAAAAAAAAp8/HsZe9mQM7eo/s1600-h/Jo%C3%A3o003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SYw0ameYlvI/AAAAAAAAAp8/HsZe9mQM7eo/s400/Jo%C3%A3o003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299668493117462258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SYw0aa0ZdtI/AAAAAAAAAps/rguYaZamg14/s1600-h/DSC07171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SYw0aa0ZdtI/AAAAAAAAAps/rguYaZamg14/s400/DSC07171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299668489988568786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SYw0aLgtqoI/AAAAAAAAApk/kbRNNjYplz4/s1600-h/DSC07212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SYw0aLgtqoI/AAAAAAAAApk/kbRNNjYplz4/s400/DSC07212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299668485879474818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SYw0aDJj1_I/AAAAAAAAApc/vzwoAcIvgY4/s1600-h/P1200900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SYw0aDJj1_I/AAAAAAAAApc/vzwoAcIvgY4/s400/P1200900.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299668483634878450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Só o AMOR me dirá o por quê?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu possa, em Deus, com Maria, sempre, permitir uma mudança na minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3980620515906175971-2690433145003939967?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/2690433145003939967/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=2690433145003939967&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/2690433145003939967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/2690433145003939967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/02/meu-sorriso-tem-algo-me-dizer.html' title='Meu sorriso tem algo a me dizer...'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SYw0ameYlvI/AAAAAAAAAp8/HsZe9mQM7eo/s72-c/Jo%C3%A3o003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-613629790048452555</id><published>2009-02-05T10:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T10:18:59.816-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Deus meu, não demores...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SYrnMrGMjII/AAAAAAAAApU/hO8KeIKWQ5A/s1600-h/image_caminho1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SYrnMrGMjII/AAAAAAAAApU/hO8KeIKWQ5A/s400/image_caminho1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299302116467969154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Esperei ansiosamente o Senhor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Ele se inclinou para mim&lt;br /&gt;E ouviu meu grito&lt;br /&gt;Colocou os meus pés sobre a rocha&lt;br /&gt;Firmando os meus passos (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz é esse homem, Senhor,&lt;br /&gt;Que confia em Ti, Ele não se volta&lt;br /&gt;Não se volta para os soberbos&lt;br /&gt;Não vive no engano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou exultar e me alegrar&lt;br /&gt;Contigo em mim, vou esperar&lt;br /&gt;O Teu consolo e compaixão&lt;br /&gt;Repousar meu olhar no Teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;E quanto a mim, sou pobre assim&lt;br /&gt;Vem, Amado meu, cuidar de mim&lt;br /&gt;És meu auxílio e salvação&lt;br /&gt;Deus meu, não demores, não demores(3X)&lt;br /&gt;[Vou exultar no Teu olhar.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperei ansiosamente o Senhor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É o que eu posso fazer, é o que eu devo fazer, eu só não sei mais como... Nunca me vi tão triste dessa forma, mas o pior, é a sensação de solidão...&lt;br /&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/3980620515906175971-613629790048452555?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/613629790048452555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=613629790048452555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/613629790048452555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/613629790048452555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/02/deus-meu-nao-demores.html' title='Deus meu, não demores...'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SYrnMrGMjII/AAAAAAAAApU/hO8KeIKWQ5A/s72-c/image_caminho1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-7712080119241395270</id><published>2009-02-04T12:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:47:05.725-03:00</updated><title type='text'>For make me believe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SUPcKYUsnsc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SUPcKYUsnsc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and I believed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pain and sorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All the time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm tired.&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/3980620515906175971-7712080119241395270?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/7712080119241395270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=7712080119241395270&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/7712080119241395270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/7712080119241395270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-make-me-believe.html' title='For make me believe...'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-6954714117285709917</id><published>2009-02-04T09:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:35:15.857-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Abandono...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.enciclopedia.com.pt/images/fracaso_escolar590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 590px; height: 443px;" src="http://www.enciclopedia.com.pt/images/fracaso_escolar590.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando pensei que tinha acesso,&lt;br /&gt;descobri que é inacessível.&lt;br /&gt;Quando senti verdadeiro o sentimento,&lt;br /&gt;descobri que muitos são capazes de fingir...&lt;br /&gt;e, para mim, você ainda é diferente de todo mundo...&lt;br /&gt;Quando aceitei conviver,&lt;br /&gt;descobri que você cansou de conviver comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Quando não vi mais todos os dias,&lt;br /&gt;descobri que me fazia falta.&lt;br /&gt;Quando menos esperava fui surpreendido&lt;br /&gt;por uma onda de sentimentos,&lt;br /&gt;e quando finalmente tive certeza&lt;br /&gt;de que os sentia...&lt;br /&gt;...descobri que havia sido abandonado.&lt;br /&gt;Quando por fim, percebi que estava&lt;br /&gt;sozinho, descobri que era tarde demais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora? Eu só queria saber o por que...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3980620515906175971-6954714117285709917?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/6954714117285709917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=6954714117285709917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/6954714117285709917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/6954714117285709917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/02/abandono.html' title='Abandono...'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-7379768345266574</id><published>2009-02-03T22:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:17:16.094-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Foi apenas um sonho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SYjsMfzQ8uI/AAAAAAAAApM/WJIvRAk2Wxk/s1600-h/13234-2008-09-18-10+54+16_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SYjsMfzQ8uI/AAAAAAAAApM/WJIvRAk2Wxk/s400/13234-2008-09-18-10+54+16_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298744661040493282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Durante os anos 1950, April e Frank Wheeler formam um casal aparentemente feliz que vive com os dois filhos em um subúrbio de Connecticut. April é uma dona-de-casa que abandonou o sonho de ser atriz, enquanto Frank tem um emprego bem remunerado, mas tedioso. Assim, o casal não sabe se vai atrás de seus verdadeiros desejos ou enfrenta o peso do conformismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para os que detestam a acomodação e o conformismo, um ótimo filme. Porém, se preparem pra abstração ao extremo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3980620515906175971-7379768345266574?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/7379768345266574/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=7379768345266574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/7379768345266574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/7379768345266574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/02/durante-os-anos-1950-april-e-frank.html' title='Foi apenas um sonho'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SYjsMfzQ8uI/AAAAAAAAApM/WJIvRAk2Wxk/s72-c/13234-2008-09-18-10+54+16_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-8020236643423095963</id><published>2009-02-01T12:01:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T12:15:58.792-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll won't give up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SYW8iwcwdQI/AAAAAAAAApE/goGkQpR8n0E/s1600-h/depressao_grd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SYW8iwcwdQI/AAAAAAAAApE/goGkQpR8n0E/s400/depressao_grd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297847841978348802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everytime I try to fly I fall without my wings...&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/3980620515906175971-8020236643423095963?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/8020236643423095963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=8020236643423095963&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/8020236643423095963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/8020236643423095963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/02/ill-wont-give-up.html' title='I&apos;ll won&apos;t give up...'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SYW8iwcwdQI/AAAAAAAAApE/goGkQpR8n0E/s72-c/depressao_grd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-7860940349838379062</id><published>2009-01-31T23:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T01:59:13.720-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.danifly.blogger.com.br/felicidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 473px; height: 371px;" src="http://www.danifly.blogger.com.br/felicidade.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Felicidade não depende do que nos falta, mas do bom uso que fazemos do que temos." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thomas Handy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3980620515906175971-7860940349838379062?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/7860940349838379062/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=7860940349838379062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/7860940349838379062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/7860940349838379062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/01/felicidade.html' title='Felicidade'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-7446373199299065199</id><published>2009-01-31T10:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T10:53:02.639-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O fim de semana...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SYRXYACozpI/AAAAAAAAAo8/JY1y1znafgU/s1600-h/janela202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SYRXYACozpI/AAAAAAAAAo8/JY1y1znafgU/s400/janela202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297455131534085778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tem sido assim ultimamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas vai melhorar sabe? Eu tenho essa certeza comigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sendo assim, um bom fim de semana a todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luz e Paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3980620515906175971-7446373199299065199?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/7446373199299065199/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=7446373199299065199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/7446373199299065199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/7446373199299065199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-fim-de-semana.html' title='O fim de semana...'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SYRXYACozpI/AAAAAAAAAo8/JY1y1znafgU/s72-c/janela202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-246428011108304165</id><published>2009-01-30T10:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T10:31:00.747-03:00</updated><title type='text'>My sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SYMBDUcxNwI/AAAAAAAAAo0/TOx2jlFB3zo/s1600-h/sunset_sailing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SYMBDUcxNwI/AAAAAAAAAo0/TOx2jlFB3zo/s400/sunset_sailing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297078743258445570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's everything I'm waiting for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh Lord, please, help me...&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/3980620515906175971-246428011108304165?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/246428011108304165/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=246428011108304165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/246428011108304165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/246428011108304165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-sunset.html' title='My sunset'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SYMBDUcxNwI/AAAAAAAAAo0/TOx2jlFB3zo/s72-c/sunset_sailing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-5740078124222328095</id><published>2009-01-30T09:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T10:08:18.691-03:00</updated><title type='text'>02 anos: saudades...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SYL7lk2JoSI/AAAAAAAAAos/alSVMr9XHc0/s1600-h/Celular+%2853%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SYL7lk2JoSI/AAAAAAAAAos/alSVMr9XHc0/s400/Celular+%2853%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297072734705656098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porque o que é eterno são as lembranças...&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/3980620515906175971-5740078124222328095?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/5740078124222328095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=5740078124222328095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/5740078124222328095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/5740078124222328095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/01/02-anos-saudades.html' title='02 anos: saudades...'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SYL7lk2JoSI/AAAAAAAAAos/alSVMr9XHc0/s72-c/Celular+%2853%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-1759378740413239738</id><published>2009-01-29T23:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:36:51.946-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere over the rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SYJnCN_8w2I/AAAAAAAAAok/cJwiXNlguzo/s1600-h/australia_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SYJnCN_8w2I/AAAAAAAAAok/cJwiXNlguzo/s400/australia_16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296909399556408162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Way up high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And the dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That you've dreamed of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Once in a lullaby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Bluebirds fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And the dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That you've dreamed of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Dreams really do come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Someday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll wish upon a star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And wake up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Where the clouds are far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Behind me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Where troubles melts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Like lemon drops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Away above the chimney tops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That's where you'll find me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Bluebirds fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And the dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That you dare to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh why, oh why can't i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Well, i see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Trees of green &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And red roses too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll watch them bloom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And i think to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What a wonderful world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Well i see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Skies of blues &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And clouds of white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And the brightness of day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I like the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And i think to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What a wonderful world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The colors of the rainbow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So pretty in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Are also on the faces &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Of people passing by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I see friends shaking hands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Saying how do you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; They're really saying i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I hear babies cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I watch them grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; They'll learn much more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Than really know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And i think to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What a wonderful world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Someday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll wish upon a star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And wake up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Where the clouds are far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Behind me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Where troubles melt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Like lemon drops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Away above the chimney tops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That's where you'll find me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Way up high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And the dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That you dare to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh, why, oh why can't i?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;         &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Austrália conta a história de uma aristocrata inglesa, Lady Sarah Ashley (Nicole Kidman), cujo marido, desesperado por arranjar dinheiro, passou o último ano na Austrália, preparando a venda do seu último bem: uma quinta de gado do tamanho de uma pequena cidade, chamada “Faraway Downs”. Suspeitando dos seus planos, Sarah viaja num hidroavião para este continente longínquo, com destino à tropical e remota Darwin, para tomar as rédeas do assunto. No entanto, ela é recebida, não pelo marido, mas sim por um rude e mal-educado vaqueiro, apenas conhecido como “O Condutor” (Hugh Jackman). Na viagem por terra para Faraway Downs, Sara e o vaqueiro revelam uma profunda e mútua antipatia. Após uma inesperada mudança nos acontecimentos, Nullah (Brandon Walters), uma criança aborígene encantadora, surge, de repente, na vida de Sarah. Nullah revela a Sarah que nem tudo é o que parece: o cruel responsável pela quinta, Neil Fletcher (David Wenham) tem uma parceria secreta com o maior proprietário de gado, King Carney (Bryan Brown), e juntos conspiram para ficar com suas terras. Para salvar Faraway Downs, Sarah tem que unir forças com “O Condutor” e levar 1500 cabeças de gado através do idílico, porém impiedoso, norte australiano. Juntos com Nullah vêem juntar-se à sua missão um grupo de inadaptados da quinta, incluindo o contabilista alcoólico, os dois pastores aborígenes, a empregada doméstica aborígene e o cozinheiro chinês Sing Song (Yuen Wah). Durante todo o caminho eles são acompanhados pela sombra de um misterioso aborígene mágico. Sarah é transformada pelo poder e pela beleza do continente mais antigo do mundo, encontrando romance na paisagem, paixão no condutor de gado e amor maternal em Nullah. Mas, quando a segunda guerra mundial chega também à costa da Austrália, esta família invulgar é separada. Agora Sarah, “O Condutor” e Nullah têm que lutar para se reencontrarem no meio da tragédia e caos dos bombardeamentos japoneses a Darwin.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O por que da música do Mágico de Oz? Assita ao filme. Só digo uma coisa: Não há nada como nosa casa, nossa pátria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.australiamovie.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.australiamovie.com&lt;/a&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/3980620515906175971-1759378740413239738?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/1759378740413239738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=1759378740413239738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/1759378740413239738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/1759378740413239738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/01/somewhere-over-rainbow.html' title='Somewhere over the rainbow'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SYJnCN_8w2I/AAAAAAAAAok/cJwiXNlguzo/s72-c/australia_16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-3290080363786322806</id><published>2009-01-28T23:22:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T09:33:19.440-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E-mail my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SYETezWMSSI/AAAAAAAAAoc/xTX2GGWlvC8/s1600-h/1190359254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 382px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SYETezWMSSI/AAAAAAAAAoc/xTX2GGWlvC8/s400/1190359254.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296536056664705314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been hours&lt;br /&gt;seems like days&lt;br /&gt;since you went away&lt;br /&gt;and all I do is check the screen&lt;br /&gt;to see if you're okay&lt;br /&gt;you don't answer when I phone&lt;br /&gt;guess you wanna be left alone&lt;br /&gt;so I'm sending you my heart my soul&lt;br /&gt;and this is what I'll say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;oh so sorry&lt;br /&gt;can't you give me one more chance&lt;br /&gt;to make it all up to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-mail my heart&lt;br /&gt;and say our friendship will never die (and I)&lt;br /&gt;I know you're out there&lt;br /&gt;and I know that you still care (I know that you care)&lt;br /&gt;e-mail me back and say our love will stay allright&lt;br /&gt;Forever...e-mail my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see you in my mind&lt;br /&gt;coming on the line&lt;br /&gt;and opening this letter&lt;br /&gt;that I've sent a hundred times&lt;br /&gt;here's a picture of us&lt;br /&gt;We look so good on&lt;br /&gt;and can't you please forgive me&lt;br /&gt;for the hurt I put you through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever...e-mail my&lt;br /&gt;forever...e-mail my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3980620515906175971-3290080363786322806?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/3290080363786322806/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=3290080363786322806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/3290080363786322806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/3290080363786322806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/01/e-mail-my-heart.html' title='E-mail my heart'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SYETezWMSSI/AAAAAAAAAoc/xTX2GGWlvC8/s72-c/1190359254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-3361316437653875099</id><published>2009-01-28T10:56:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:04:29.635-03:00</updated><title type='text'>If U Seek Amy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SYBlfG1-2KI/AAAAAAAAAoU/1yD_dyTQJ8o/s1600-h/internaifuseekamycensura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SYBlfG1-2KI/AAAAAAAAAoU/1yD_dyTQJ8o/s400/internaifuseekamycensura.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296344746875082914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sem ter sido lançada oficialmente, a música &lt;em&gt;If U Seek Amy&lt;/em&gt; de Britney Spears já está causando problemas de censura para as rádios. Com medo, algumas estações não devem tocar o terceiro single do álbum &lt;em&gt;Circus&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Profanidade em música pop é notícia velha. O refrão do recente single &lt;em&gt;Keeps Gettin' Better&lt;/em&gt; de &lt;strong&gt;Christina Aguilera&lt;/strong&gt;, começa com: "Some days I'm super***". Isso é o suficiente para as estações censurarem a música e evitar qualquer problema com a &lt;strong&gt;FCC&lt;/strong&gt;, ou ainda serem ameaçados de perder a sua licença. Mas o que eles farão com um novo single, de um grande artista, que na verdade não contém palavras para serem censuradas, mas que soletradas apresentam um significado? Esse dilema está começando a aparecer para os programadores de rádio dos Estados Unidos até que &lt;em&gt;If U Seek Amy&lt;/em&gt; comece a tocar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Só sei que vai bombar, isso vai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PH2d_PlN0XU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PH2d_PlN0XU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="verdana" style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="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/3980620515906175971-3361316437653875099?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/3361316437653875099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=3361316437653875099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/3361316437653875099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/3361316437653875099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-u-seek-amy.html' title='If U Seek Amy'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SYBlfG1-2KI/AAAAAAAAAoU/1yD_dyTQJ8o/s72-c/internaifuseekamycensura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-5827961088572705988</id><published>2009-01-27T10:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T10:15:31.333-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Free hugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SX8I39ao8vI/AAAAAAAAAoM/EDnBhE2pu8o/s1600-h/FreeHugs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SX8I39ao8vI/AAAAAAAAAoM/EDnBhE2pu8o/s400/FreeHugs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295961444283118322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quer um?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3980620515906175971-5827961088572705988?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/5827961088572705988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=5827961088572705988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/5827961088572705988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/5827961088572705988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/01/free-hugs.html' title='Free hugs'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SX8I39ao8vI/AAAAAAAAAoM/EDnBhE2pu8o/s72-c/FreeHugs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-4005910031060205684</id><published>2009-01-26T10:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T10:23:36.329-03:00</updated><title type='text'>AVISO:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SX25QPtriRI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ZlUqjpu8lds/s1600-h/fui+ali+ser+feliz+e+j%C3%A1+volto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SX25QPtriRI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ZlUqjpu8lds/s400/fui+ali+ser+feliz+e+j%C3%A1+volto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295592425604745490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUI ALI SER FELIZ E &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JÁ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VOLTO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3980620515906175971-4005910031060205684?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/4005910031060205684/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=4005910031060205684&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/4005910031060205684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/4005910031060205684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/01/aviso.html' title='AVISO:'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SX25QPtriRI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ZlUqjpu8lds/s72-c/fui+ali+ser+feliz+e+j%C3%A1+volto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-1902023943721729096</id><published>2009-01-25T13:29:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T13:57:00.675-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Under construction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SXyZzdBwvmI/AAAAAAAAAnk/_-Xrs_edZKs/s1600-h/224462942_d3d6e8b4e9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SXyZzdBwvmI/AAAAAAAAAnk/_-Xrs_edZKs/s400/224462942_d3d6e8b4e9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295276371125255778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Passa hora, passa dia, passa espelho…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ele não gosta do que vê.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Criatura sem gosto e sem sabor de viver…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Fez do tédio, seu senhor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Procura beleza, só enxerga falsa feiura:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Olhos nublados, visão míope e obtusa de tão rara figura!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Acorda, criatura divina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Olha e vê o lindo sonho que és, o guerreiro e o menino, reunidos em um único ser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Descobre teu amor: teu grande amor por VOCÊ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Deixa encher o coração e a alma pelo gosto de viver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Lembra que o tempo, nosso algoz implacável, não há de retroceder…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Levanta agora o olhar, pedra preciosa! Permita-se perceber:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Seu melhor investimento é em VOCÊ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passar uns tempos longe dessa realidade virtual. Fiquem com Deus, porque eu, estou em busca d'Ele, insesantemente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até qualquer dia...&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/3980620515906175971-1902023943721729096?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/1902023943721729096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=1902023943721729096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/1902023943721729096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/1902023943721729096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/01/under-construction.html' title='Under construction'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SXyZzdBwvmI/AAAAAAAAAnk/_-Xrs_edZKs/s72-c/224462942_d3d6e8b4e9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-162250973369807443</id><published>2009-01-24T10:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T10:45:19.324-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O imediatismo é o avesso da esperança</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SXsbPlPkV8I/AAAAAAAAAnc/onsyB6Kb8aQ/s1600-h/DSC00121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SXsbPlPkV8I/AAAAAAAAAnc/onsyB6Kb8aQ/s400/DSC00121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294855741413545922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sem esperança a vida perde o significado&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;" id="tx"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se não houvesse a crença de que a espera vale a pena, o ser humano desfaleceria no sentimento de vazio interior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sem esperança a vida perde o significado. Acreditar no que ainda não se tem, não se vê, não se toca, é imprescindível, pois o coração sente a existência do que é invisível e recusa toda não-verdade a respeito dos dons e talentos que Deus concedeu, identifica a proximidade do algo bom que está por vir e a sensibilidade alerta que está presente o objeto da busca tão prolongada e de tantas preces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não desista, vá em frente, acredite no que Deus quer fazer em você! Uma pessoa inflamada pela esperança vence o mundo e chega aonde todos achavam que seria impossível.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Só uma coisa pode deter esse ser humano: O imediatismo. Querer tudo de forma imediatista é falta de amor a si próprio e uma violência com o próximo, pois não admite o estar em construção, interrompe processos de gestação e de reparos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mostramo-nos imediatistas no trânsito, ao aguardar o elevador, em filas, com o atendente que parece estar ocupado; desde pequenas coisas do dia até as maiores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Neste mundo moderno, que nos educa a querer ter resultados simultâneos às nossas vontades, muitos acreditam somente no que é palpável, visível e provável. A fé perde terreno e o que passa a valer é o que o homem consegue entender. As alegrias verdadeiras perdem o valor e dão lugar às sensações do momento. Enquanto a esperança nos ensina que tudo o que vem de um processo é mais durável e perfeito e que toda gestação prepara quem gesta e quem nasce. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Esperança se faz de luta, garra e perseverança.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A esperança nos prepara para ver Deus. Não O vemos, não O tocamos, mas a presença d'Ele é sentida. Ele está aqui, está aí, vê as lágrimas e as dores, trabalha do nosso lado, somente espera estarmos prontos para nos agraciar com o que Ele tem de melhor. O Senhor tem esperança em você! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Qual a sua esperança? Qual o sentido da sua vida? Pelo que você luta hoje? Seja qual for a resposta, uma coisa é certa: é tempo de se despir de todo apelo à urgência e esperar no Senhor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Deus o Abençoe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3980620515906175971-162250973369807443?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/162250973369807443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=162250973369807443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/162250973369807443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/162250973369807443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-imediatismo-o-avesso-da-esperana.html' title='O imediatismo é o avesso da esperança'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SXsbPlPkV8I/AAAAAAAAAnc/onsyB6Kb8aQ/s72-c/DSC00121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-2054866027953864817</id><published>2009-01-23T22:42:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:19:02.085-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Curious Case of Benjamin Button</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SXp5Z9PVXtI/AAAAAAAAAnU/snD4sO-vjbI/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SXp5Z9PVXtI/AAAAAAAAAnU/snD4sO-vjbI/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294677798770007762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SXp5Zy54TJI/AAAAAAAAAnM/_1iSgAW8E_M/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SXp5Zy54TJI/AAAAAAAAAnM/_1iSgAW8E_M/s400/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294677795995667602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SXp5ZwokZDI/AAAAAAAAAnE/499LcQ-c1CI/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SXp5ZwokZDI/AAAAAAAAAnE/499LcQ-c1CI/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294677795386188850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SXp5Z5I_v6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/5q5nESEW6q8/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SXp5Z5I_v6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/5q5nESEW6q8/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294677797669683106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SXp5ZQoKufI/AAAAAAAAAm0/HfQ5Nh624iU/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SXp5ZQoKufI/AAAAAAAAAm0/HfQ5Nh624iU/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294677786794572274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SXp5OI-gugI/AAAAAAAAAms/gZL-i3ax5tA/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SXp5OI-gugI/AAAAAAAAAms/gZL-i3ax5tA/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294677595762244098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SXp5OJ9aJhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/UUaUaVGYhS0/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SXp5OJ9aJhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/UUaUaVGYhS0/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294677596026054162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SXp5OMmfdlI/AAAAAAAAAmc/MnW4N7nGOK4/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SXp5OMmfdlI/AAAAAAAAAmc/MnW4N7nGOK4/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294677596735239762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SXp5N-tjLGI/AAAAAAAAAmU/lsPVJohYRQU/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SXp5N-tjLGI/AAAAAAAAAmU/lsPVJohYRQU/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294677593006746722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SXp5Nx2_qdI/AAAAAAAAAmM/XIK4LmcMyPo/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SXp5Nx2_qdI/AAAAAAAAAmM/XIK4LmcMyPo/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294677589556701650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For what it's worth: it's never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There's no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you're proud of. If you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a story about a man, named Benjamin Button, that was born at the I War time. He had a unique syndrom, that makes him born as a old person, but as the time goes by, he was staying younger and more youger, until he disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the story mixes commedy with drama, and really deserves the 13 nominees from the Oscar: the best movie ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me cry and think: what is time? What is our time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3980620515906175971-2054866027953864817?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/2054866027953864817/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=2054866027953864817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/2054866027953864817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/2054866027953864817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/01/curious-case-of-benjamin-button.html' title='The Curious Case of Benjamin Button'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/SXp5Z9PVXtI/AAAAAAAAAnU/snD4sO-vjbI/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-5925427290473739447</id><published>2009-01-23T11:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T11:29:44.705-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Song to be happy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LHnJGXwr-HU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LHnJGXwr-HU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm yours - Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well you done done me and you bet I felt it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I fell right through the cracks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Now I'm trying to get back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Before the cool done run out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I'll be giving it my bestest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; And nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; It cannot wait, I'm yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Well open up your mind and see like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Open up your plans and damn you're free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Look into your heart and you'll find love love love love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Listen to the music of the moment maybe sing with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I like peaceful melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; And It's our God-forsaken right to be loved love loved love loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; So I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; It cannot wait I'm sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; There's no need to complicate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Our time is short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; This is our fate, I'm yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I've been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; But my breath fogged up the glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; And so I drew a new face and laughed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I guess what I'm be saying is there ain't no better reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; To rid yourself of vanity and just go with the seasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; It's what we aim to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Our name is our virtue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; But I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; It cannot wait I'm yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; There's no need to complicate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Our time is short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; It cannot wait, i'm yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; it cannot wait i'm sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Theres no need to complicate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Our time is short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; It cannot wait, i'm yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Well open up your mind and see like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Open up your plans and damn you're free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Look into your heart and you'll find that the sky is yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Please don't, please don't, please don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; There's no need to complicate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Cause our time is short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; This oh this this is out fate, I'm yours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Such a nice sound...&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/3980620515906175971-5925427290473739447?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/5925427290473739447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=5925427290473739447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/5925427290473739447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/5925427290473739447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/01/song-to-be-happy.html' title='A Song to be happy...'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-7864735364096173099</id><published>2009-01-22T16:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T09:35:01.773-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada Mais Que Hoje</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fssp.org/album/O20080628/bn-sacer-missa-066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 600px; height: 450px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://www.fssp.org/album/O20080628/bn-sacer-missa-066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ma vie n'est qu'un instant, une heure passagère&lt;br /&gt;Ma vie n'est qu' un seul jour qui m'échappe et qui fuit&lt;br /&gt;Tu le sais, ô mon Dieu!&lt;br /&gt;Tu le sais, ô mon Dieu!&lt;br /&gt;la terre je n'ai rien q'aujourd'hui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida é um brevíssimo segundo&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida é um só dia que escapa e que me foge&lt;br /&gt;Tu bem sabes, oh meu Deus&lt;br /&gt;Tu bem sabes, oh meu Deus&lt;br /&gt;Para amar-Te neste mundo, não tenho nada mais que hoje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Te amo, Jesus, por Ti minh'alma aspira&lt;br /&gt;Apóia-me docemente, por hoje aqui&lt;br /&gt;Vem morar em mim, dá-me Teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Rien, rien que pour aujourd'hui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, deixa-me Deus, em Tua face esconder-me&lt;br /&gt;Para não ouvir o mundo fútil chamar&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me Teu amor, conserva-me Tua graça&lt;br /&gt;Rien, rien que pour aujourd'hui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pão Vivo, Pão do céu&lt;br /&gt;Divina Eucaristia&lt;br /&gt;Oh Sacro Mistério, que o amor produziu&lt;br /&gt;Vem morar em meu coração, minha branca Hóstia&lt;br /&gt;Rien, rien que pour auhourd'hui! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Meu Deus, eu espero-Vos, adoro-Vos e amo-Vos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Peço perdão por quem não Vos espera, não Vos adora e não Vos ama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Luz e Paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3980620515906175971-7864735364096173099?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/7864735364096173099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=7864735364096173099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/7864735364096173099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/7864735364096173099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/01/nada-mais-que-hoje.html' title='Nada Mais Que Hoje'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-3048149315353403171</id><published>2009-01-22T11:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T11:22:33.753-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1294/1359404576_e122638869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1294/1359404576_e122638869.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Continuar, significa que não devemos estagnar no pouco tempo que temos de estar neste pequeno mundo dentro do grande Universo que nos rodeia. Continuar, é lutar contra a exploração do homem pelo homem é combater as injustiças que nos rodeiam neste Mundo. Continuar, é o estar sempre presente, olhando o futuro não esquecendo o passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agora, é seguir, mesmo que me doa, mas não posso parar em função de... enfim... No mais, estarei sempre aqui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deus abençoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3980620515906175971-3048149315353403171?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/3048149315353403171/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=3048149315353403171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/3048149315353403171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/3048149315353403171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/01/continuar.html' title='Continuar...'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1294/1359404576_e122638869_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-4401643966076533427</id><published>2009-01-21T09:04:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:54:08.628-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dias de chuva...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://palavrasobliquas.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/chuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 280px;" src="http://palavrasobliquas.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/chuva.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá fora a chuva cai&lt;br /&gt;Aqui dentro é só dor&lt;br /&gt;Angústia&lt;br /&gt;Peito apertado&lt;br /&gt;Solidão...&lt;br /&gt;Queria ir lá fora&lt;br /&gt;Tomar chuva&lt;br /&gt;Deitar no chão&lt;br /&gt;Deixar a chuva molhar-me&lt;br /&gt;E esquecer da vida&lt;br /&gt;Da dor que corrói meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer dos problemas&lt;br /&gt;Do passado&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer que existe futuro&lt;br /&gt;Quero só o agora&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio do momento&lt;br /&gt;Apenas o barulho das gotas d'água batendo em meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Anestesiando meus sentimentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Texto belo da poetisa Monica Ap., que reflete meus dias ultimamente. Gosto da chuva, mas me sinto extremamente melancólico com dias chuvosos. E por certas coisas estarem acontecendo, fico mais trsite ainda, querendo que chegue logo o Sol, o brilho de Deus pra mim...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Só me resta a saudade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&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/3980620515906175971-4401643966076533427?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/4401643966076533427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=4401643966076533427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/4401643966076533427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/4401643966076533427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/01/normal-0-21-false-false-false-pt-br-x.html' title='Dias de chuva...'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-2095604705949367397</id><published>2009-01-20T09:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:30:26.796-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A alegria na tristeza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O título desse texto na verdade não é meu, e sim de um poema do uruguaio Mario Benedetti. No original, chama-se "Alegría de la tristeza" e está no livro "La vida ese paréntesis" que, até onde sei, permanece inédito no Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O poema diz que a gente pode entristecer-se por vários motivos ou por nenhum motivo aparente, a tristeza pode ser por nós mesmos ou pelas dores do mundo, pode advir de uma palavra ou de um gesto, mas que ela sempre aparece e devemos nos aprontar para recebê-la, porque existe uma alegria inesperada na tristeza, que vem do fato de ainda conseguirmos senti-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode parecer confuso mas é um alento. Olhe para o lado: estamos vivendo numa era em que pessoas matam em briga de trânsito, matam por um boné, matam para se divertir. Além disso, as pessoas estão sem dinheiro. Quem tem emprego, segura. Quem não tem, procura. Os que possuem um amor desconfiam até da própria sombra, já que há muita oferta de sexo no mercado. E a gente corre pra caramba, é escravo do relógio, não consegue mais ficar deitado numa rede, lendo um livro, ouvindo música. Há tanta coisa pra fazer que resta pouco tempo pra sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, qualquer sentimento é bem-vindo, mesmo que não seja uma euforia, um gozo, um entusiasmo, mesmo que seja uma melancolia. Sentir é um verbo que se conjuga para dentro, ao contrário do fazer, que é conjugado pra fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir alimenta, sentir ensina, sentir aquieta. Fazer é muito barulhento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir é um retiro, fazer é uma festa. O sentir não pode ser escutado, apenas auscultado. Sentir e fazer, ambos são necessários, mas só o fazer rende grana, contatos, diplomas, convites, aquisições. Até parece que sentir não serve para subir na vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma pessoa triste é evitada. Não cabe no mundo da propaganda dos cremes dentais, dos pagodes, dos carnavais. Tristeza parece praga, lepra, doença contagiosa, um estacionamento proibido. Ok, tristeza não faz realmente bem pra saúde, mas a introspecção é um recuo providencial, pois é quando silenciamos que melhor conversamos com nossos botões. E dessa conversa sai luz, lições, sinais, e a tristeza acaba saindo também, dando espaço para uma alegria nova e revitalizada. Triste é não sentir nada...&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/3980620515906175971-2095604705949367397?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/2095604705949367397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=2095604705949367397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/2095604705949367397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/2095604705949367397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/01/alegria-na-tristeza.html' title='A alegria na tristeza'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-3165851746748643731</id><published>2009-01-19T09:34:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T10:02:43.193-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No colo da Mãezinha do Céu…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://escolinhasamuel.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/mariadasdores_800.jpg?w=372&amp;amp;h=280"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 279px;" src="http://escolinhasamuel.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/mariadasdores_800.jpg?w=372&amp;amp;h=280" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nossa Senhora, virgem do silêncio, eu quero sempre te amar, deitar no teu colo e sentir teu perfume, teu carinho materno ganhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero estar ao teu lado na cruz, sofrendo as dores de Jesus, e dizer que na loucura da cruz sou feliz…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela intercessão de Maria, nossa mãezinha do céu, vamos viver bem sessa semana que estar começando, vamos pedir a ela, a força que ela teve para ficar junto com Jesus na Cruz, e depois ainda pegou Jesus no colo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totus Tuus, Maria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3980620515906175971-3165851746748643731?l=zuaohenrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/feeds/3165851746748643731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3980620515906175971&amp;postID=3165851746748643731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/3165851746748643731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3980620515906175971/posts/default/3165851746748643731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuaohenrique.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-colo-da-mezinha-do-cu.html' title='No colo da Mãezinha do Céu…'/><author><name>João Henrique Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753130008367425485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvtJCe5xfFM/TKSFr-7JkDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uUt6nH9Y4t0/S220/Stamp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980620515906175971.post-5157175220634724469</id><published>2009-01-18T10:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T10:45:57.923-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I Am To Worship</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K73KoqY_eLM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K73KoqY_eLM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Light of the world&lt;br /&gt;You stepped down into darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Opened my eyes, let me see.&lt;br /&gt;Beauty that made this heart adore You&lt;br /&gt;Hope of a life  spent with You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am to worship,&lt;br /&gt;Here I am to bow down,&lt;br /&gt;Here I am to say that You're my God&lt;br /&gt;You're altogether lovely&lt;br /&gt;Altogether worthy,&lt;br /&gt;Altogether wonderful to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King of all days&lt;br /&gt;oh, so highly exalted&lt;br /&gt;Glorious in heaven above&lt;br /&gt;Humbly You came&lt;br /&gt;To the  earth You created&lt;br /&gt;All for love's sake became poor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am to worship,&lt;br /&gt;Here I am to bow down,&lt;br /&gt;Here I am to say that You're my God&lt;br /&gt;You're altogether lovely&lt;br /&gt;Altogether worthy,&lt;br /&gt;Altogether wonderful to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never know how much it cost&lt;br /&gt;To see my sin upon that cross&lt;br /&gt;I'll never know how much it cost&lt;br /&gt;To see my sin upon that cross&lt;br /&gt;I'll never know how much it cost&lt;br /&gt;To see my sin upon that cross&lt;br /&gt;I'll never know how much it cost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am to worship,&lt;br /&gt;Here I am to bow down,&lt;br /&gt;Here I am to say that You're my God&lt;br /&gt;You're altogether lovely&lt;br /&gt;Altogether worthy,&lt;br /&gt;Altogether wonderful to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am to worship,&lt;br /&gt;Here I am to b
