<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030165157163999613</id><updated>2012-02-13T05:48:45.643-08:00</updated><category term='Romance'/><category term='risos'/><category term='Manuel Acuña'/><category term='Silverstone'/><title type='text'>MOMENTO IDEAL</title><subtitle type='html'>¨‘°ºO ideal é não esperar pelo momento ideal, no final tudo dá certo, se não deu é porque ainda não estamos no fim, O futuro pertence àqueles que acreditam na beleza dos seus sonhos e eu ACREDITEIº°‘¨</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Momento Ideal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009458596854052536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/SmhY8mzVEzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/z7W64DwhUt4/S220/laymone.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030165157163999613.post-1134551462458966637</id><published>2012-02-13T05:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T05:48:45.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/cabo_verde/fotos/?uid=CLURdL6PdnL9woMLZrzT" target="_blank" title="Velas para Whitney"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Velas para Whitney" src="http://c5.quickcachr.fotos.sapo.pt/i/Bab07d6a5/10252632_HabCz.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Editado por Teimoria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030165157163999613-1134551462458966637?l=teimoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1134551462458966637/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030165157163999613&amp;postID=1134551462458966637' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/1134551462458966637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/1134551462458966637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/2012/02/velas-para-whitney.html' title=''/><author><name>Momento Ideal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009458596854052536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/SmhY8mzVEzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/z7W64DwhUt4/S220/laymone.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030165157163999613.post-1507564018600218232</id><published>2012-02-05T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T03:37:28.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para reflexão!!!</title><content type='html'>Alguém disse que:&lt;br /&gt;Existem quatro coisas na vida que não se recupera:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. A Pedra depois de atirada;&lt;br /&gt;2. A palavra depois de proferida;&lt;br /&gt;3. A ocasião depois de perdida;&lt;br /&gt;4. O tempo depois de passado. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Editado por Teimoria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030165157163999613-1507564018600218232?l=teimoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1507564018600218232/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030165157163999613&amp;postID=1507564018600218232' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/1507564018600218232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/1507564018600218232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/2012/02/para-reflexao.html' title='Para reflexão!!!'/><author><name>Momento Ideal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009458596854052536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/SmhY8mzVEzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/z7W64DwhUt4/S220/laymone.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030165157163999613.post-2581350347148642022</id><published>2012-02-01T06:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T06:18:03.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>iBooks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FKKrw-Gbzr0/TylJRyx5rOI/AAAAAAAAARs/yJmNO23GiSc/s1600/ibooks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200x; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FKKrw-Gbzr0/TylJRyx5rOI/AAAAAAAAARs/yJmNO23GiSc/s320/ibooks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704170973079121122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;iBooks is an amazing way to download and read books. iBooks includes the iBookstore, where you can download the latest bestselling books or your favorite classics – day or night. Browse your library on a beautiful bookshelf, tap a book to open it, flip through pages with a swipe or a tap, and bookmark or add notes to your favorite passages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Editado por Teimoria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030165157163999613-2581350347148642022?l=teimoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2581350347148642022/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030165157163999613&amp;postID=2581350347148642022' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/2581350347148642022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/2581350347148642022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/2012/02/ibooks.html' title='iBooks'/><author><name>Momento Ideal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009458596854052536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/SmhY8mzVEzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/z7W64DwhUt4/S220/laymone.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FKKrw-Gbzr0/TylJRyx5rOI/AAAAAAAAARs/yJmNO23GiSc/s72-c/ibooks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030165157163999613.post-8874678765662188313</id><published>2012-02-01T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T05:36:27.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades</title><content type='html'>Me deu uma saudade...&lt;br /&gt;Por isso resolve activar isso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Editado por Teimoria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030165157163999613-8874678765662188313?l=teimoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8874678765662188313/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030165157163999613&amp;postID=8874678765662188313' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/8874678765662188313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/8874678765662188313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/2012/02/saudades.html' title='Saudades'/><author><name>Momento Ideal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009458596854052536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/SmhY8mzVEzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/z7W64DwhUt4/S220/laymone.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030165157163999613.post-7545091456122560363</id><published>2009-07-23T09:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T09:29:30.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finalista TIC 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-2e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3314649325769311022&amp;amp;site=widget-2e.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3314649325769311022&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2e.slide.com/p1/3314649325769311022/bb_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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Não importa o nome que damos, o que importa é deixar no passado os momentos da vida que já se acabaram.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém pode estar ao mesmo tempo no presente e no passado, nem mesmo quando tentamos entender as coisas que acontecem conosco. &lt;br /&gt;O que passou não voltará: não podemos ser eternamente meninos, adolescentes tardios, filhos que se sentem culpados ou rancorosos com os pais, amantes que revivem noite e dia uma ligação com quem já foi embora e não tem a menor intenção de voltar. &lt;br /&gt;As coisas passam, e o melhor que fazemos é deixar que elas realmente possam ir embora...&lt;br /&gt;Deixar ir embora. Soltar. Desprender-se. &lt;br /&gt;Ninguém está jogando nesta vida com cartas marcadas, portanto às vezes ganhamos, e às vezes perdemos.&lt;br /&gt;Não espere que devolvam algo, não espere que reconheçam seu esforço, que descubram seu gênio, que entendam seu amor. Pare de ligar sua televisão emocional e assistir sempre ao mesmo programa, que mostra como você sofreu com determinada perda: isso o estará apenas envenenando, e nada mais. &lt;br /&gt;Antes de começar um capítulo novo, é preciso terminar o antigo: diga a si mesmo que o que passou, jamais voltará!&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se de que houve uma época em que podia viver sem aquilo, sem aquela pessoa - nada é insubstituível, um hábito não é uma necessidade.&lt;br /&gt;Pode parecer óbvio, pode mesmo ser difícil, mas é muito importante.&lt;br /&gt;Encerrando ciclos. Não por causa do orgulho, por incapacidade, ou por soberba, mas porque simplesmente aquilo já não se encaixa mais na sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;E lembra-te:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo o que chega, chega sempre por alguma razão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Editado por Teimoria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030165157163999613-1155714701965392741?l=teimoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1155714701965392741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030165157163999613&amp;postID=1155714701965392741' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/1155714701965392741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/1155714701965392741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/2009/07/fim-de-mais-um-capitulo.html' title='Fim de mais um capitulo!!!'/><author><name>Momento Ideal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009458596854052536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/SmhY8mzVEzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/z7W64DwhUt4/S220/laymone.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030165157163999613.post-846159800929803492</id><published>2008-10-02T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:57:29.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/SOULQtL9B-I/AAAAAAAAAKY/tLDaKXFlsFs/s1600-h/bolo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/SOULQtL9B-I/AAAAAAAAAKY/tLDaKXFlsFs/s320/bolo.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252616922033096674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns a todos os aniversariantes deste mes.&lt;br /&gt;Amo-vos a todos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Editado por Teimoria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030165157163999613-846159800929803492?l=teimoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/feeds/846159800929803492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030165157163999613&amp;postID=846159800929803492' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/846159800929803492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/846159800929803492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/2008/10/parabns.html' title='Parabéns'/><author><name>Momento Ideal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009458596854052536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/SmhY8mzVEzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/z7W64DwhUt4/S220/laymone.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/SOULQtL9B-I/AAAAAAAAAKY/tLDaKXFlsFs/s72-c/bolo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030165157163999613.post-1061573859478939296</id><published>2008-10-02T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:45:59.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Força</title><content type='html'>"As vezes é preciso parar e olhar para longe, para podermos enxergar o que está diante de nós." (John Kennedy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ninguém é tão grande que não possa aprender, nem tão pequeno que não possa ensinar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A vida é para quem topa qualquer parada, e não para quem pára em qualquer topada."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" O único lugar onde o sucesso vem antes que o trabalho é no dicionário." ( Albert Einstein )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"É melhor estar preparado para uma oportunidade e não ter nenhuma, do que ter uma oportunidade e não estar preparado...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Se não puder se destacar pelo talento, vença pelo esforço." (Dave Weinbaum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Podemos escolher o que semear, mas somos obrigados a colher aquilo o que plantamos." (Provérbio Chinês)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ver a vida, as pessoas, as formas... é um detalhe. Mas, Viver de bem com a vida, amando as pessoas, de todas as formas, é um detalhe que faz toda diferença!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"De tanto ver triunfar as nulidades, de tanto ver crescer as injustiças, de tanto ver agigantar-se os poderes nas mãos dos homens, o homem chega a desanimar-se da virtude, a rir-se da honra e a ter vergonha de ser honesto." ( Rui Barbosa )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Editado por Teimoria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030165157163999613-1061573859478939296?l=teimoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1061573859478939296/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030165157163999613&amp;postID=1061573859478939296' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/1061573859478939296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/1061573859478939296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/2008/10/fora.html' title='Força'/><author><name>Momento Ideal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009458596854052536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/SmhY8mzVEzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/z7W64DwhUt4/S220/laymone.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030165157163999613.post-5996534799360572304</id><published>2008-09-26T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T05:07:12.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/SNzPV0y5azI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZFcFqe-eHsg/s1600-h/aniversario005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/SNzPV0y5azI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZFcFqe-eHsg/s320/aniversario005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250299239463480114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Editado por Teimoria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030165157163999613-5996534799360572304?l=teimoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5996534799360572304/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030165157163999613&amp;postID=5996534799360572304' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/5996534799360572304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/5996534799360572304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/2008/09/congratulation.html' title='Congratulation'/><author><name>Momento Ideal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009458596854052536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/SmhY8mzVEzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/z7W64DwhUt4/S220/laymone.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/SNzPV0y5azI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZFcFqe-eHsg/s72-c/aniversario005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030165157163999613.post-4663499707073945387</id><published>2007-12-06T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T08:36:45.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agarre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/R1gkazJnbnI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XsfW3CyzPXM/s1600-h/ursinhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/R1gkazJnbnI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XsfW3CyzPXM/s320/ursinhos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140899017469161074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Natal é para quem o quiser agarrar&lt;br /&gt;Aproveita-se para reafirmar os votos de amizade: A amizade verdadeira é um precioso presente, por isso dou-te a minha agora, amanhã e para sempre&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/R1gkljJnboI/AAAAAAAAAH8/4eiRLuCFjHM/s1600-h/urso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/R1gkljJnboI/AAAAAAAAAH8/4eiRLuCFjHM/s320/urso.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140899202152754818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Editado por Teimoria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030165157163999613-4663499707073945387?l=teimoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4663499707073945387/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030165157163999613&amp;postID=4663499707073945387' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/4663499707073945387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/4663499707073945387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/2007/12/agarre.html' title='Agarre'/><author><name>Momento Ideal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009458596854052536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/SmhY8mzVEzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/z7W64DwhUt4/S220/laymone.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/R1gkazJnbnI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XsfW3CyzPXM/s72-c/ursinhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030165157163999613.post-438238985157797751</id><published>2007-11-15T14:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T14:20:07.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Natal</title><content type='html'>O Natal! A própria palavra enche nossos corações de alegria. Não importa quanto temamos as pressas, as listas de presentes natalinos e as felicitações que nos fiquem por fazer. Quando chegue no dia de Natal, vem-nos o mesmo calor que sentíamos quando éramos meninos, o mesmo calor que envolve nosso coração e nosso lar.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/RzzFegpUt9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/uWOI6xwA1d4/s1600-h/images5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/RzzFegpUt9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/uWOI6xwA1d4/s400/images5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133194803245529042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Editado por Teimoria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030165157163999613-438238985157797751?l=teimoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/feeds/438238985157797751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030165157163999613.post-1030863326921622774</id><published>2007-11-15T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T14:14:57.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maravilha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/RzzEiApUt8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/WE1wc1AnRV4/s1600-h/images1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/RzzEiApUt8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/WE1wc1AnRV4/s400/images1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133193763863443394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Editado por Teimoria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030165157163999613-1030863326921622774?l=teimoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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pelas ruas com o vento&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu não te achar&lt;br /&gt;Não posso despertar&lt;br /&gt;Desse sonho que me deixa te ver&lt;br /&gt;Mas não me deixa te amar&lt;br /&gt;Por que eu não posso mais te amar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiz de tudo, te dei corpo e alma&lt;br /&gt;Exagerei, foi demais&lt;br /&gt;Parece absurdo, não existe no mundo&lt;br /&gt;Outra louca que te ame mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu não posso controlar&lt;br /&gt;É como um pesadelo sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Que vai tomando conta de mim&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos e começa a loucura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem você eu me transformo toda noite&lt;br /&gt;Encho as paredes com teu nome&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre fico mal, esse é o meu normal&lt;br /&gt;Louca&lt;br /&gt;Sem você fujo de mim e do momento&lt;br /&gt;Vôo pelas ruas com o vento&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu não te achar&lt;br /&gt;Não posso despertar&lt;br /&gt;Desse sonho que me deixa te ver&lt;br /&gt;Mas não me deixa te amar&lt;br /&gt;Por que eu não posso mais te amar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem você eu me transformo toda noite&lt;br /&gt;Encho as paredes com teu nome&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre fico mal, esse é o meu normal&lt;br /&gt;Louca&lt;br /&gt;Sem você fujo de mim e do momento&lt;br /&gt;Vôo pelas ruas com o vento&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu não te achar&lt;br /&gt;Não posso despertar&lt;br /&gt;Desse sonho que me deixa te ver&lt;br /&gt;Mas não me deixa te amar&lt;br /&gt;Por que eu não posso mais te amar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Editado por Teimoria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030165157163999613-8617122230135640724?l=teimoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8617122230135640724/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030165157163999613&amp;postID=8617122230135640724' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/8617122230135640724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/8617122230135640724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/2007/11/l-o-u-c.html' title='L O U C A'/><author><name>Momento Ideal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009458596854052536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/SmhY8mzVEzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/z7W64DwhUt4/S220/laymone.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030165157163999613.post-6390153356027182589</id><published>2007-11-05T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T12:18:09.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem não sofre de amor não ama!</title><content type='html'>Se eu pudesse deixar de amar&lt;br /&gt;quem nunca me amou&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse ir buscar algum mal&lt;br /&gt;a quem mal em mim sempre encontrou&lt;br /&gt;Assim me vingaria eu,&lt;br /&gt;se pudesse dar sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;a quem sempre sofrimento me deu&lt;br /&gt;Mas não posso enganar&lt;br /&gt;o meu coração, que me enganou&lt;br /&gt;Ao me fazer desejar&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca me desejou&lt;br /&gt;Peço assim que me ajude a desamparar&lt;br /&gt;Quem sempre me desamparou&lt;br /&gt;Ou a perturbar&lt;br /&gt;quem sempre me perturbou&lt;br /&gt;Eu tento perguntar&lt;br /&gt;A quem nunca nada me perguntou&lt;br /&gt;Porquê que me esforço a cuidar&lt;br /&gt;De quem nunca de mim cuidou&lt;br /&gt;E assim sofro eu:&lt;br /&gt;Porque não posso dar sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;A quem sempre sofrimento me deu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Editado por Teimoria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030165157163999613-6390153356027182589?l=teimoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6390153356027182589/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030165157163999613&amp;postID=6390153356027182589' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/6390153356027182589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/6390153356027182589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/2007/11/quem-no-sofre-de-amor-no-ama.html' title='Quem não sofre de amor não ama!'/><author><name>Momento Ideal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009458596854052536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/SmhY8mzVEzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/z7W64DwhUt4/S220/laymone.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030165157163999613.post-1865591228036674538</id><published>2007-08-05T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T08:07:53.378-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manuel Acuña'/><title type='text'>ADIOS</title><content type='html'>Después de que el destino&lt;br /&gt;   me ha hundido en las congojas&lt;br /&gt;   del árbol que se muere&lt;br /&gt;   crujiendo de dolor,&lt;br /&gt;   truncando una por una&lt;br /&gt;   las flores y las hojas&lt;br /&gt;   que al beso de los cielos&lt;br /&gt;   brotaron de mi amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Después de que mis ramas&lt;br /&gt;   se han roto bajo el peso&lt;br /&gt;   de tanta y tanta nieve&lt;br /&gt;   cayendo sin cesar,&lt;br /&gt;   y que mi ardiente savia&lt;br /&gt;   se ha helado con el beso&lt;br /&gt;   que el ángel del invierno&lt;br /&gt;   me dió al atravesar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Después... es necesario&lt;br /&gt;   que tu tambien te alejes&lt;br /&gt;   en pos de otras florestas&lt;br /&gt;   y de otro cielo en pos;&lt;br /&gt;   que te alces de tu nido,&lt;br /&gt;   que te alces y me dejes&lt;br /&gt;   sin escuchar mis ruegos&lt;br /&gt;   y sin decirme adiós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Yo estaba solo y triste&lt;br /&gt;   cuando la noche te hizo&lt;br /&gt;   plegar las blancas alas&lt;br /&gt;   para acogerte a mi,&lt;br /&gt;   entonces mi ramaje&lt;br /&gt;   doliente y enfermizo&lt;br /&gt;   brotó sus flores todas&lt;br /&gt;   tan solo para ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   En ellas te hice el nido&lt;br /&gt;   risueño en que dormías&lt;br /&gt;   de amor y de ventura&lt;br /&gt;   temblando en su vaivén,&lt;br /&gt;   y en él te hallaban siempre&lt;br /&gt;   las noches y los días&lt;br /&gt;   feliz con mi cariño&lt;br /&gt;   y amándote también...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ¡Ah! nunca en mis delirios&lt;br /&gt;   creí que fuera eterno&lt;br /&gt;   el sol de aquellas horas&lt;br /&gt;   de encanto y frenesí;&lt;br /&gt;   pero jamás tampoco&lt;br /&gt;   que el soplo del invierno&lt;br /&gt;   llegara entre tus cantos,&lt;br /&gt;   y hallándote tu aquí...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Es fuerza que te alejes...&lt;br /&gt;   rompiéndome en astillas;&lt;br /&gt;   ya siento entre mis ramas&lt;br /&gt;   crujir el huracán,&lt;br /&gt;   y heladas y temblando&lt;br /&gt;   mis hojas amarillas&lt;br /&gt;   se arrancan y vacilan&lt;br /&gt;   y vuelan y se van...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Adiós, paloma blanca&lt;br /&gt;   que huyendo de la nieve&lt;br /&gt;   te vas a otras regiones&lt;br /&gt;   y dejas tu árbol fiel;&lt;br /&gt;   mañana que termine&lt;br /&gt;   mi vida oscura y breve&lt;br /&gt;   ya solo tus recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;   palpitarán sobre el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Es fuerza que te alejes&lt;br /&gt;   del cántico y del nido&lt;br /&gt;   tu sabes bien la historia&lt;br /&gt;   paloma que te vas...&lt;br /&gt;   El nido es el recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;   y el cántico el olvido,&lt;br /&gt;   el árbol es el siempre&lt;br /&gt;   y el ave es el jamás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Adiós mientras que puedes&lt;br /&gt;   oír bajo este cielo&lt;br /&gt;   el último ¡ay! del himno&lt;br /&gt;   cantado por los dos...&lt;br /&gt;   Te vas y ya levantas&lt;br /&gt;   el ímpetu y el vuelo,&lt;br /&gt;   te vas y ya me dejas,&lt;br /&gt;   ¡paloma, adiós, adiós!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Editado por Teimoria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030165157163999613-1865591228036674538?l=teimoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/SmhY8mzVEzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/z7W64DwhUt4/S220/laymone.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030165157163999613.post-3139932420118134202</id><published>2007-08-05T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T08:02:13.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha morada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/RrXmRX0mFKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gzthn4g6xD0/s1600-h/canteras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/RrXmRX0mFKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gzthn4g6xD0/s400/canteras.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095231739566363810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a minha morada durante 15 dias.&lt;br /&gt;Uma viagem cheio de stress com a nossa TACV é claro mas até que enfim cheguei neste paraíso acompanhada da minha filha e do meu sobrinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/RrXmMX0mFJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/UC_RKxs61Zo/s1600-h/canteras0106_033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/RrXmMX0mFJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/UC_RKxs61Zo/s400/canteras0106_033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095231653667017874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Editado por Teimoria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030165157163999613-3139932420118134202?l=teimoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3139932420118134202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030165157163999613&amp;postID=3139932420118134202' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/3139932420118134202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/3139932420118134202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/2007/08/minha-morada.html' title='Minha morada'/><author><name>Momento Ideal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009458596854052536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/SmhY8mzVEzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/z7W64DwhUt4/S220/laymone.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/RrXmRX0mFKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gzthn4g6xD0/s72-c/canteras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030165157163999613.post-9027282364371695549</id><published>2007-07-31T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T11:41:45.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Li, gostei e recomendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/Rq-CRn0mFII/AAAAAAAAAFw/-hRAUtHEzmg/s1600-h/opequenoprinc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/Rq-CRn0mFII/AAAAAAAAAFw/-hRAUtHEzmg/s400/opequenoprinc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093432942838289538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O Pequeno Principe" de Antoine de Saint-Exupéri é um livro muito bom que nos mostra lindas mensagens e nos ajuda quando estamos tristes, fazendo-nos refletir. &lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Só se vê bem com o coração. O essencial é invisível para os olhos&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;Esta é uma das lindas mensagens que me foram dadas pelo Pequeno Principe. Faça dele seu amigo também, assim como fiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Editado por Teimoria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030165157163999613-9027282364371695549?l=teimoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/feeds/9027282364371695549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030165157163999613&amp;postID=9027282364371695549' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/9027282364371695549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/9027282364371695549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/2007/07/li-gostei-e-recomendo.html' title='Li, gostei e recomendo'/><author><name>Momento Ideal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009458596854052536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/SmhY8mzVEzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/z7W64DwhUt4/S220/laymone.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/Rq-CRn0mFII/AAAAAAAAAFw/-hRAUtHEzmg/s72-c/opequenoprinc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030165157163999613.post-1946744777427555203</id><published>2007-06-20T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T11:12:23.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TIC em festa</title><content type='html'>Rusgas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/Rnls6ob96UI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_o_29_ZtHuE/s1600-h/DSC_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/Rnls6ob96UI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_o_29_ZtHuE/s400/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078209809379879234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surpresa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/RnlrmIb96TI/AAAAAAAAAE0/AGVlhF3WGlw/s1600-h/DSC_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/RnlrmIb96TI/AAAAAAAAAE0/AGVlhF3WGlw/s400/DSC_0057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078208357680933170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cozinheiros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/RnloFIb96SI/AAAAAAAAAEs/tPjgajL1ISY/s1600-h/DSC02669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/RnloFIb96SI/AAAAAAAAAEs/tPjgajL1ISY/s400/DSC02669.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078204492210366754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dançarinos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/RnlniIb96RI/AAAAAAAAAEk/RX8TTsxGv4U/s1600-h/DSC02714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/RnlniIb96RI/AAAAAAAAAEk/RX8TTsxGv4U/s400/DSC02714.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078203890914945298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Editado por Teimoria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030165157163999613-1946744777427555203?l=teimoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1946744777427555203/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030165157163999613&amp;postID=1946744777427555203' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/1946744777427555203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/1946744777427555203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/2007/06/tic-em-festa.html' title='TIC em festa'/><author><name>Momento Ideal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009458596854052536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/SmhY8mzVEzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/z7W64DwhUt4/S220/laymone.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/Rnls6ob96UI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_o_29_ZtHuE/s72-c/DSC_0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030165157163999613.post-3924750343629415904</id><published>2007-05-31T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T04:14:33.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Afinidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/Rl6t8CWfCqI/AAAAAAAAABo/StIhIygQEiU/s1600-h/afinidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/Rl6t8CWfCqI/AAAAAAAAABo/StIhIygQEiU/s400/afinidade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070681477400693410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é o mais brilhante,&lt;br /&gt;mas é o mais sútil,&lt;br /&gt;delicado e penetrante dos sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Não importa o tempo, a ausência,&lt;br /&gt;os adiantamentos, a distância, as impossibilidades.&lt;br /&gt;Quando há AFINIDADE, &lt;br /&gt;qualquer reencontro retoma a relação,&lt;br /&gt;o diálogo, a conversa,&lt;br /&gt;o afeto, no exato ponto&lt;br /&gt;de onde foi interrompido.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;AFINIDADE é não haver&lt;br /&gt;tempo mediante a vida.&lt;br /&gt;É a vitória do adivinhado sobre o real,&lt;br /&gt;do subjetivo sobre o objetivo,&lt;br /&gt;do permanente sobre o passageiro,&lt;br /&gt;do básico sobre o superficial.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter AFINIDADE é muito raro,&lt;br /&gt;mas quando ela existe,&lt;br /&gt;não precisa de códigos&lt;br /&gt;verbais para se manifestar.&lt;br /&gt;Ela existia antes do conhecimento,&lt;br /&gt;irradia durante e permanece depois que as&lt;br /&gt;pessoas deixam de estar juntas.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;AFINIDADE é ficar longe,&lt;br /&gt;pensando parecido a&lt;br /&gt;respeito dos mesmos fatos que&lt;br /&gt;impressionam, comovem, sensibilizam.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;AFINIDADE é receber o que vem&lt;br /&gt;de dentro com uma aceitação&lt;br /&gt;anterior ao entendimento.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;AFINIDADE é sentir com...&lt;br /&gt;Nem sentir contra, sem sentir para...&lt;br /&gt;Sentir com e não ter necessidade de &lt;br /&gt;explicação do que está sentindo.&lt;br /&gt;É olhar e perceber.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;AFINIDADE é um sentimento singular,&lt;br /&gt;discreto e independente.&lt;br /&gt;Pode existir a quilômetros de distância,&lt;br /&gt;mas é adivinhado na maneira de falar,&lt;br /&gt;de escrever,&lt;br /&gt;de andar,&lt;br /&gt;de respirar.....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;AFINIDADE é retomar a relação&lt;br /&gt;no tempo em que parou.&lt;br /&gt;Porque ele (tempo) e&lt;br /&gt;ela (separação) nunca existiram.&lt;br /&gt;Foi apenas a oportunidade dada (tirada)&lt;br /&gt;pelo tempo para que a maturação&lt;br /&gt;pudesse ocorrer e que cada&lt;br /&gt;pessoa pudesse ser cada vez mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Editado por Teimoria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030165157163999613-3924750343629415904?l=teimoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3924750343629415904/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030165157163999613&amp;postID=3924750343629415904' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/3924750343629415904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/3924750343629415904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/2007/05/afinidade.html' title='Afinidade'/><author><name>Momento Ideal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009458596854052536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/SmhY8mzVEzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/z7W64DwhUt4/S220/laymone.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/Rl6t8CWfCqI/AAAAAAAAABo/StIhIygQEiU/s72-c/afinidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030165157163999613.post-5535001373167541353</id><published>2007-05-31T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T04:05:42.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Se eu partir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/Rl6qxiWfCpI/AAAAAAAAABg/3LLvXZYn5Gw/s1600-h/paixao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/Rl6qxiWfCpI/AAAAAAAAABg/3LLvXZYn5Gw/s400/paixao.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070677998477183634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu partir e tempo não houver para despedir-me, &lt;br /&gt;diga ao anoitecer que fui! &lt;br /&gt;Mas que deixo a lua no céu, &lt;br /&gt;a estrela no firmamento... &lt;br /&gt;Que fui com o vento! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diga ao mar obrigado pelo infinito azul, &lt;br /&gt;pelas ondas cantantes &lt;br /&gt;nas praias distantes de norte a sul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às aves do céu minha gratidão. &lt;br /&gt;Pelas manhãs barulhentas! &lt;br /&gt;Ao vento, obrigado! &lt;br /&gt;Pelos recados costumeiros, &lt;br /&gt;fiel mensageiro da minha saudade... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As flores dos jardins, &lt;br /&gt;das campinas sem fim, &lt;br /&gt;meu amor por inteiro. &lt;br /&gt;Perfumaram-me os sonhos, &lt;br /&gt;louros e derradeiros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu partir &lt;br /&gt;e tempo não houver para despedir-me... &lt;br /&gt;Agradeça a chuva que regou os meus campos, &lt;br /&gt;brotou minha semente, &lt;br /&gt;embalou o meu sono. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As montanhas altaneiras, &lt;br /&gt;rios e cachoeiras que banharam meus filhos!&lt;br /&gt;Ao sol da manhã, obrigado, obrigado, &lt;br /&gt;pelo calor, pelo brilho! &lt;br /&gt;Aos amigos verdadeiros, pelo afago e as palavras. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha mãe, obrigado. &lt;br /&gt;Pelas canções com que me ninava.&lt;br /&gt;Pelas lendas e histórias... &lt;br /&gt;Pelos meus contos de fadas! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradeça por mim, meu velho pai. &lt;br /&gt;Nossas brincadeiras... &lt;br /&gt;E os segredos, que os guarde pela vida inteira!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradeça à minha princesa pela alegria &lt;br /&gt;amor, paixaão e amizade que nutrimos&lt;br /&gt;e pelo tudo de bom que aconteceu nas nossas&lt;br /&gt;vidas e que jamais esquecerá de mim com aquela &lt;br /&gt;imagem de mãe que sempre me viu!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradeça por mim, ao Senhor. &lt;br /&gt;Se eu partir &lt;br /&gt;e tempo não houver, e ninguém prá me ouvir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixo amor!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Editado por Teimoria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030165157163999613-5535001373167541353?l=teimoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5535001373167541353/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030165157163999613&amp;postID=5535001373167541353' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/5535001373167541353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/5535001373167541353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/2007/05/se-eu-partir.html' title='Se eu partir'/><author><name>Momento Ideal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009458596854052536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/SmhY8mzVEzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/z7W64DwhUt4/S220/laymone.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/Rl6qxiWfCpI/AAAAAAAAABg/3LLvXZYn5Gw/s72-c/paixao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030165157163999613.post-4693342702509810344</id><published>2007-05-31T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T03:58:22.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/Rl6poSWfCoI/AAAAAAAAABY/bVCiOgm0X2I/s1600-h/casa-ceu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/Rl6poSWfCoI/AAAAAAAAABY/bVCiOgm0X2I/s400/casa-ceu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070676740051765890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é uma oportunidade, aproveita-a. &lt;br /&gt;A vida é beleza, admira-a. &lt;br /&gt;A vida é beatificação, saborei-a. &lt;br /&gt;A vida é sonho, torna-o realidade. &lt;br /&gt;A vida é um desafio, enfrenta-o. &lt;br /&gt;A vida é um dever, cumpre-o. &lt;br /&gt;A vida é um jogo, joga-o. &lt;br /&gt;A vida é preciosa, cuida-a. &lt;br /&gt;A vida é riqueza, conserva-a. &lt;br /&gt;A vida é amor, goza-a. &lt;br /&gt;A vida é um mistério, desvela-o. &lt;br /&gt;A vida é promessa, cumpre-a. &lt;br /&gt;A vida é tristeza, supera-a. &lt;br /&gt;A vida é um hino, canta-o. &lt;br /&gt;A vida é um combate, aceita-o. &lt;br /&gt;A vida é tragédia, domina-a. &lt;br /&gt;A vida é aventura, afronta-a. &lt;br /&gt;A vida é felicidade, merece-a. &lt;br /&gt;A vida é a VIDA, defende-a.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Editado por Teimoria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030165157163999613-4693342702509810344?l=teimoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4693342702509810344/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030165157163999613&amp;postID=4693342702509810344' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/4693342702509810344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/4693342702509810344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/2007/05/vida.html' title='A Vida...'/><author><name>Momento Ideal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009458596854052536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/SmhY8mzVEzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/z7W64DwhUt4/S220/laymone.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/Rl6poSWfCoI/AAAAAAAAABY/bVCiOgm0X2I/s72-c/casa-ceu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030165157163999613.post-6947911123404597729</id><published>2007-05-31T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T03:05:53.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ORAÇÃO DA FAMILIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/Rl6dvCWfCnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/cwPacd7jU-Q/s1600-h/amigos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/Rl6dvCWfCnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/cwPacd7jU-Q/s400/amigos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070663661876349554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nenhuma família comece em qualquer de repente&lt;br /&gt;Que nenhuma família termine por falta de amor&lt;br /&gt;Que o casal seja um para o outro de corpo e de mente&lt;br /&gt;E que nada no mundo separe um casal sonhador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nenhuma família se abrigue debaixo da ponte&lt;br /&gt;Que ninguém interfira no lar e na vida dos dois&lt;br /&gt;Que ninguém os obrigue a viver sem nenhum horizonte &lt;br /&gt;Que eles vivam do ontem, de hoje em função de um depois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a família comece e termine sabendo onde vai&lt;br /&gt;E que o homem carregue no ombro a graça de um pai&lt;br /&gt;Que a mulher seja um céu de ternura aconchego e calor &lt;br /&gt;E que os filhos conheçam a força que brota do amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o marido e a mulher tenham força de amar sem medida &lt;br /&gt;Que ninguém vá dormir sem pedir ou sem dar seu perdão &lt;br /&gt;Que as crianças aprendam no colo o sentido da vida &lt;br /&gt;Que a família celebre a partilha do abraço e do pão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o marido e mulher não se traiam sem traírem seus filhos &lt;br /&gt;Que o ciúme não mate a certeza do amor entre os dois &lt;br /&gt;Que no seu firmamento a estrela que tem maior brilho&lt;br /&gt;Seja a firme esperança de um céu aqui mesmo e depois.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Editado por Teimoria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030165157163999613-6947911123404597729?l=teimoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6947911123404597729/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030165157163999613&amp;postID=6947911123404597729' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/6947911123404597729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/6947911123404597729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/2007/05/orao-da-familia.html' title='&lt;blockquote&gt;ORAÇÃO DA FAMILIA&lt;/blockquote&gt;'/><author><name>Momento Ideal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009458596854052536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/SmhY8mzVEzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/z7W64DwhUt4/S220/laymone.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/Rl6dvCWfCnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/cwPacd7jU-Q/s72-c/amigos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030165157163999613.post-5282393006468955821</id><published>2007-05-20T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T16:32:54.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vem ficar comigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/RlDaO-ir3MI/AAAAAAAAABI/7msmoYY-N2E/s1600-h/zeze.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/RlDaO-ir3MI/AAAAAAAAABI/7msmoYY-N2E/s400/zeze.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066789531633310914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/RlDZZOir3LI/AAAAAAAAABA/s12i-DnmqBnw/s1600-h/vem-ficar-comigo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/RlDZZOir3LI/AAAAAAAAABA/s8i-DnmqBnw/s400/vem-ficar-comigo.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066788608215342258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Editado por Teimoria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030165157163999613-5282393006468955821?l=teimoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5282393006468955821/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030165157163999613&amp;postID=5282393006468955821' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/5282393006468955821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/5282393006468955821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/2007/05/vem-ficar-comigo.html' title='vem ficar comigo'/><author><name>Momento Ideal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009458596854052536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/SmhY8mzVEzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/z7W64DwhUt4/S220/laymone.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/RlDaO-ir3MI/AAAAAAAAABI/7msmoYY-N2E/s72-c/zeze.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030165157163999613.post-4392966355144333488</id><published>2007-05-20T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T16:15:16.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>página da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/RlDWYuir3KI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ofwc8k79alo/s1600-h/livro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/RlDWYuir3KI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ofwc8k79alo/s400/livro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066785301090524322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na vida de cada um de nós ainda há muitas páginas por escrever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Editado por Teimoria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030165157163999613-4392966355144333488?l=teimoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4392966355144333488/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030165157163999613&amp;postID=4392966355144333488' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/4392966355144333488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/4392966355144333488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/2007/05/pgina-da-vida.html' title='página da vida'/><author><name>Momento Ideal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009458596854052536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/SmhY8mzVEzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/z7W64DwhUt4/S220/laymone.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/RlDWYuir3KI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ofwc8k79alo/s72-c/livro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030165157163999613.post-355112917268511822</id><published>2007-05-06T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T14:00:28.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>obrigada filha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/Rj5A7_j0MZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/iYXMQl9OGHg/s1600-h/mae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/Rj5A7_j0MZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/iYXMQl9OGHg/s400/mae.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061554430629130642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beleza divina&lt;br /&gt;é ter o ventre abençoado,&lt;br /&gt;pra receber com todo amor&lt;br /&gt;o filho que será gerado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É amar sem fronteiras,&lt;br /&gt;pelo instinto aflorado&lt;br /&gt;e viver intensamente,&lt;br /&gt;pelo filho tão amado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem se vê e já se ama,&lt;br /&gt;esse pedacinho de gente&lt;br /&gt;que transforma nossa alma&lt;br /&gt;e mexe com o coração da gente!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Editado por Teimoria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030165157163999613-355112917268511822?l=teimoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/feeds/355112917268511822/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030165157163999613&amp;postID=355112917268511822' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/355112917268511822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/355112917268511822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/2007/05/obrigada-filha.html' title='obrigada filha'/><author><name>Momento Ideal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009458596854052536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/SmhY8mzVEzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/z7W64DwhUt4/S220/laymone.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/Rj5A7_j0MZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/iYXMQl9OGHg/s72-c/mae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030165157163999613.post-3691375481485301204</id><published>2007-05-06T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T13:49:00.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/Rj49rfj0MYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5Hrfzg249R8/s1600-h/rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/Rj49rfj0MYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5Hrfzg249R8/s400/rosa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061550848626405762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí estou, para te dar meu carinho&lt;br /&gt;Sentir teu perfume embalando meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Teus abraços de amor a me proteger&lt;br /&gt;Teu sorriso, tuas mãos, tua pele, teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que me faz crescer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço a vida&lt;br /&gt;Consentida, refletida&lt;br /&gt;No espelho da alma&lt;br /&gt;Amiga e companheira&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço o amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão suave em teu peito&lt;br /&gt;Tão puro e sem medo&lt;br /&gt;Tão mágico e pleno&lt;br /&gt;Da luz de Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Das bênçãos de Deus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Editado por Teimoria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030165157163999613-3691375481485301204?l=teimoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3691375481485301204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030165157163999613&amp;postID=3691375481485301204' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/3691375481485301204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/3691375481485301204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/2007/05/me.html' title='Mãe'/><author><name>Momento Ideal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009458596854052536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/SmhY8mzVEzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/z7W64DwhUt4/S220/laymone.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/Rj49rfj0MYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5Hrfzg249R8/s72-c/rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030165157163999613.post-4562477941654691174</id><published>2007-05-03T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T14:41:10.862-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance'/><title type='text'>Vamos Fugir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/Rjun7Pj0MWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4MphspSGVm0/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060823242511757666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/Rjun7Pj0MWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4MphspSGVm0/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Vamos fugir&lt;br /&gt;Desse lugar, baby&lt;br /&gt;Vamos fugir&lt;br /&gt;Tô cansado de esperar&lt;br /&gt;Que você me carregue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos fugir&lt;br /&gt;Pra outro lugar, baby&lt;br /&gt;Vamos fugir&lt;br /&gt;Pra onde quer que você vá&lt;br /&gt;Que você me carregue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois diga que irá,&lt;br /&gt;Irajá, Irajá&lt;br /&gt;Pra onde eu só veja você,&lt;br /&gt;Você veja-me só&lt;br /&gt;Marajó, Marajó&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer outro lugar comum&lt;br /&gt;Outro lugar qualquer&lt;br /&gt;Guaporé, Guaporé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer outro lugar ao sol,&lt;br /&gt;Outro lugar ao sul,&lt;br /&gt;Céu azul, céu azul&lt;br /&gt;Onde haja só meu corpo nu&lt;br /&gt;Junto ao seu corpo nu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos fugir&lt;br /&gt;Pra outro lugar, baby&lt;br /&gt;Vamos fugir&lt;br /&gt;Para onde haja um tobogã&lt;br /&gt;Onde a gente escorregue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos fugir&lt;br /&gt;Desse lugar, baby&lt;br /&gt;Vamos fugir&lt;br /&gt;Tô cansado de esperar&lt;br /&gt;Que você me carregue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois diga que irá,&lt;br /&gt;Irajá, Irajá&lt;br /&gt;Pra onde eu só veja você,&lt;br /&gt;Você veja-me só&lt;br /&gt;Marajó, Marajó&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer outro lugar comum&lt;br /&gt;Outro lugar qualquer&lt;br /&gt;Guaporé, Guaporé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer outro lugar ao sol,&lt;br /&gt;Outro lugar ao sul,&lt;br /&gt;Céu azul, céu azul&lt;br /&gt;Onde haja só meu corpo nu&lt;br /&gt;Junto ao teu corpo nu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos fugir&lt;br /&gt;Pra outro lugar, baby&lt;br /&gt;Vamos fugir&lt;br /&gt;Pra onde haja um tobogã&lt;br /&gt;Onde a gente escorregue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo dia de manhã&lt;br /&gt;Flores que a gente regue&lt;br /&gt;Uma banda de maçã&lt;br /&gt;Outra banda de reggae&lt;br /&gt;To cansado de esperar&lt;br /&gt;Que você me carregue&lt;br /&gt;Todo dia de manhã&lt;br /&gt;Flores que a gente regue&lt;br /&gt;Uma banda de maçã&lt;br /&gt;Outra banda de reggae &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Editado por Teimoria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030165157163999613-4562477941654691174?l=teimoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4562477941654691174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030165157163999613&amp;postID=4562477941654691174' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/4562477941654691174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/4562477941654691174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/2007/05/vamos-fugir.html' title='Vamos Fugir'/><author><name>Momento Ideal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009458596854052536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/SmhY8mzVEzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/z7W64DwhUt4/S220/laymone.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/Rjun7Pj0MWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4MphspSGVm0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030165157163999613.post-4938880430252878176</id><published>2007-05-02T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T03:31:01.970-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silverstone'/><title type='text'>A mente humana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/RjhnQ_j0MVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o3DQrbx48Co/s1600-h/18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059907722987974994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/RjhnQ_j0MVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o3DQrbx48Co/s400/18.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; "A mente humana é tão poderosa, que podemos viver emoções incriveis, podemos ter alucinações e vivermos experiências fora do comum, com a droga mais potente que existe, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a felicidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Editado por Teimoria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030165157163999613-4938880430252878176?l=teimoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4938880430252878176/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030165157163999613&amp;postID=4938880430252878176' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/4938880430252878176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/4938880430252878176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/2007/05/mente-humana.html' title='A mente humana'/><author><name>Momento Ideal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009458596854052536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/SmhY8mzVEzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/z7W64DwhUt4/S220/laymone.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/RjhnQ_j0MVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o3DQrbx48Co/s72-c/18.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030165157163999613.post-423860688803623732</id><published>2007-04-22T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T14:25:01.353-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='risos'/><title type='text'>... as regras de Ouro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="116302831813662224"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lição No.1 - Gestão do Conhecimento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Um homem entra no banho enquanto a sua mulher acaba de sair dele e se enxuga. A campainha da porta toca. Depois de alguns segundos de discussão para ver quem iria atender, a mulher desiste, enrola-se na toalha e desce as escadas. Quando abre a porta, vê o vizinho Bob na soleira. Antes que ela possa dizer qualquer coisa, Bob diz: "Eu dou-lhe 800 dólares se você deixar cair essa toalha." Depois de pensar por alguns segundos, a mulher deixa a toalha cair e fica nua. Bob, então, entrega-lhe os 800 dólares prometidos e vai-se embora. Confusa, mas excitada com sua sorte, a mulher enrola-se novamente na toalha e volta para o quarto. Quando entra no quarto, o marido grita do chuveiro "Quem era?" "Era o Bob, o vizinho da casa ao lado." - diz ela. "Óptimo! Ele deu-te os 800 dólares que me estava a dever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Moral da história:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Se compartilhares informações a tempo podes evitar exposições desnecessárias!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----Lição No.2 - Chefia e Liderança&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dois funcionários e o gerente de uma empresa saem para almoçar e na rua encontram uma antiga lâmpada a óleo. Esfregam a lâmpada e de dentro dela sai um génio. O gênio diz: "Eu só posso conceder três desejos, por isso, concederei um a cada um de vós". "Eu primeiro, eu primeiro." grita um dos funcionários. "Eu queria estar nas Bahamas a pilotar um barco, sem ter nenhuma preocupação na vida!" Puf! E lá se foi.O outro funcionário apressa-se a fazer o seu pedido: " Eu quero estar no Havaí com o amor da minha vida e um provimento interminável de pinas coladas!" Puf e lá se foi."Agora você" diz o génio para o gerente. "Eu quero que aqueles dois voltem ao escritório logo depois do almoço." - diz o gerente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral da História:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Deixe sempre o seu chefe falar primeiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----Lição Nº 3 - Zona de Conforto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um corvo está sentado numa árvore o dia inteiro sem fazer nada. Um pequeno coelho vê o corvo e pergunta: "Eu posso me sentar como tu e não fazer nada o dia inteiro?" O corvo responde: "Claro, por que não?" O coelho senta-se no chão, debaixo da árvore e relaxa. De repente, uma raposa aparece e come o coelho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral da História:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Para ficares sentado sem fazeres nada deves estar sentado bem no alto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----Lição Nº 4 - Motivação&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em África, todas as manhãs, uma gazela ao acordar, sabe que deve conseguir correr mais do que o leão se se quiser manter viva. Todas as manhãs, o leão acorda e sabe que deverá correr mais do que a gazela se não quiser morrer de fome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral da História:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Pouco importa se és gazela ou leão, quando o sol nascer deves começar a correr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---Lição Nº 5 - Criatividade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um fazendeiro resolve colher alguns frutos da sua propriedade. Pega num balde vazio e segue para o pomar. No caminho, ao passar por uma lagoa, ouve vozes femininas que provavelmente invadiram as suas terras.Ao aproximar-se lentamente, observa várias raparigas nuas banhando-se na lagoa. Quando elas se apercebem da sua presença, nadam até à parte mais profunda da lagoa e gritam: "nós não vamos sair daqui enquanto você não se for embora".O fazendeiro responde: "eu não vim aqui para vos espreitar, só vim dar de comer aos jacarés!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral da História:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;É a criatividade que faz a diferença na hora de atingirmos nossos objectivos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Editado por Teimoria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030165157163999613-423860688803623732?l=teimoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/feeds/423860688803623732/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030165157163999613&amp;postID=423860688803623732' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/423860688803623732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030165157163999613/posts/default/423860688803623732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teimoria.blogspot.com/2007/04/as-regras-de-ouro.html' title='... as regras de Ouro!'/><author><name>Momento Ideal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009458596854052536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CptlGvC4xaI/SmhY8mzVEzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/z7W64DwhUt4/S220/laymone.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
