<?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-7120358085055912770</id><updated>2011-08-01T10:41:14.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E o Destino é?</title><subtitle type='html'>poder misterioso que fixa de forma irrevogável o curso da nossa vida</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nemqueirasaber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02918778931388149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120358085055912770.post-2367001212701805721</id><published>2008-06-06T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T03:32:37.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do que somos feitos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/SEkRf0CFy9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/q0iTAgMqA3w/s1600-h/1428937%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208713682271718354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/SEkRf0CFy9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/q0iTAgMqA3w/s320/1428937%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nós somos feitos da mesma matéria dos sonhos." &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Shakespeare)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que matéria é essa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120358085055912770-2367001212701805721?l=eodestino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/feeds/2367001212701805721/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120358085055912770&amp;postID=2367001212701805721' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/2367001212701805721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/2367001212701805721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/2008/06/do-que-somos-feitos.html' title='Do que somos feitos'/><author><name>nemqueirasaber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02918778931388149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/SEkRf0CFy9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/q0iTAgMqA3w/s72-c/1428937%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120358085055912770.post-3222581133083782303</id><published>2008-02-01T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T02:26:46.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/R6Lz2NnTY5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/9TudiqC-K00/s1600-h/flor-silvestre_borboleta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161956235613004690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/R6Lz2NnTY5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/9TudiqC-K00/s320/flor-silvestre_borboleta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Ri e o mundo ri contigo, chora e chorarás sózinho."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ella Wheeler Wilcox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120358085055912770-3222581133083782303?l=eodestino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/feeds/3222581133083782303/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120358085055912770&amp;postID=3222581133083782303' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/3222581133083782303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/3222581133083782303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/2008/02/rir.html' title='Rir'/><author><name>nemqueirasaber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02918778931388149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/R6Lz2NnTY5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/9TudiqC-K00/s72-c/flor-silvestre_borboleta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120358085055912770.post-7902757418434388509</id><published>2008-01-04T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T15:03:19.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Água</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/R365L7nRJqI/AAAAAAAAAHA/FLOGKSeJjWw/s1600-h/ft_luis_ind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151758638390519458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="210" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/R365L7nRJqI/AAAAAAAAAHA/FLOGKSeJjWw/s320/ft_luis_ind.jpg" width="204" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A água, para além de vital e imprescindível para a nossa sobrevivência, proporciona-nos paisagens simplesmente soberbas que resplandecem uma essência e paz de espírito contagiante e única que nos leva, num só instante, a reflectir, pensar, sonhar, viver.&lt;br /&gt;Viver, sim. Viver intensamente como a força de um rio e poder de um oceano. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preservemos e protejamos todos os Recursos Aquíferos para que a fraqueza, no futuro, não nos impeça de Viver com a maior dádiva do planeta.&lt;br /&gt;Parece incrível, mas não é. O nosso planeta pode ficar sem água, se não cuidarmos dela nem economizarmos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estudos mostram que daqui a 50 anos a nossa principal fonte de vida pode acabar.&lt;br /&gt;Os esgotos correndo para os rios, açudes e lagos contribuem cada vez mais para a poluição da água que a torna mais escassa no nosso planeta, portanto devemos tomar alguns cuidados para a água não faltar no futuro: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- fechar a torneira enquanto escovar os dentes; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- desligar o chuveiro enquanto ensaboa o corpo; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- não dar descarga sem necessidade; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- lavar o carro com um balde etc.&lt;br /&gt;Todos unidos e com pequenos gestos, deixaremos como herança às gerações vindoras um planeta menos moribundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É tempo de ter consciência!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120358085055912770-7902757418434388509?l=eodestino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/feeds/7902757418434388509/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120358085055912770&amp;postID=7902757418434388509' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/7902757418434388509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/7902757418434388509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/2008/01/gua.html' title='Água'/><author><name>nemqueirasaber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02918778931388149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/R365L7nRJqI/AAAAAAAAAHA/FLOGKSeJjWw/s72-c/ft_luis_ind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120358085055912770.post-4460883294367934777</id><published>2007-10-30T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T05:48:08.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/Rycn3wbg42I/AAAAAAAAAG4/cXXaam992rY/s1600-h/caminhar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127110539631190882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" height="252" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/Rycn3wbg42I/AAAAAAAAAG4/cXXaam992rY/s320/caminhar.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem, não há sentido em se mudar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;até que se tenha um lugar para onde ir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E a estrada que eu trilhei &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem, ela encheu meus bolsos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E esvaziou minha alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(De) Todas aquelas inseguranças &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que me mantiveram para baixo por tanto tempo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não posso dizer que encontrei a cura para elas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas pelo menos eu conheço-as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De modo que já não são tão fortes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tu procuras teus sonhos no céu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas que diabos deve fazer quando eles se realizam?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem, um ano da minha vida nestas canções&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E algumas delas são sobre você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora sei que não há como descrever aqueles erros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acredite em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não mentiria - tu feriste o meu orgulho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E acho que existe uma estrada sem ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas disses-te uma vez que &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há um caminho de volta para todo homem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por isso aqui estou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será tarde demais para tentar de novo? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aqui estou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não resisti a colocar aqui a tradução de&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;de&lt;br /&gt;George Michael&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120358085055912770-4460883294367934777?l=eodestino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/feeds/4460883294367934777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120358085055912770&amp;postID=4460883294367934777' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/4460883294367934777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/4460883294367934777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/2007/10/esperando.html' title='Esperando'/><author><name>nemqueirasaber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02918778931388149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/Rycn3wbg42I/AAAAAAAAAG4/cXXaam992rY/s72-c/caminhar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120358085055912770.post-584215109547351704</id><published>2007-10-27T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T15:51:46.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RyPAwQbg41I/AAAAAAAAAGw/RLIApetNOrk/s1600-h/1176115599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126152736154379090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="223" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RyPAwQbg41I/AAAAAAAAAGw/RLIApetNOrk/s320/1176115599.jpg" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grito na escuridão e nada ouço. Debruço-me e nada encontro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O grito que está preso dentro de mim, quer sair e não consegue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero arrancar isto e começar a ser eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou presa e quero voar nas asas do vento, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que sopra e diz -vai aonde quiseres ir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120358085055912770-584215109547351704?l=eodestino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/feeds/584215109547351704/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120358085055912770&amp;postID=584215109547351704' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/584215109547351704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/584215109547351704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/2007/10/grito.html' title='Grito'/><author><name>nemqueirasaber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02918778931388149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RyPAwQbg41I/AAAAAAAAAGw/RLIApetNOrk/s72-c/1176115599.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120358085055912770.post-3025050555795847339</id><published>2007-09-04T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T11:13:33.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicidades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/Rt2CChYpw6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/je1XhpmTt_M/s1600-h/VG-flores%20de%20amendoeira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106380532341130146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="213" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/Rt2CChYpw6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/je1XhpmTt_M/s320/VG-flores%2520de%2520amendoeira.jpg" width="137" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A felicidade é como gota de orvalho numa pétala de flor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brilha tranquila, depois de leve oscila&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E cai como uma lágrima de amor" Vinicius de Moraes e Tom Jobim &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nós somos os construtores da nossa felicidade! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela não é um sonho e encontrá-la só depende de nós! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120358085055912770-3025050555795847339?l=eodestino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/feeds/3025050555795847339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120358085055912770&amp;postID=3025050555795847339' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/3025050555795847339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/3025050555795847339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/2007/09/felicidades.html' title='Felicidades'/><author><name>nemqueirasaber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02918778931388149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/Rt2CChYpw6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/je1XhpmTt_M/s72-c/VG-flores%2520de%2520amendoeira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120358085055912770.post-6014283906452378724</id><published>2007-08-07T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T10:28:53.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RrkJh1K1qcI/AAAAAAAAAGg/5tiPLskUZLg/s1600-h/verao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096114930159299010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RrkJh1K1qcI/AAAAAAAAAGg/5tiPLskUZLg/s320/verao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois deste tempo de ausência, por bons motivos, umas merecidissimas férias, estou de volta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É tempo de repensar as minhas prioridades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na verdade todos os anos decido que o melhor que tenho são os momentos de lazer, a fazer o que gosto, mas mal o penso e já estou mergulhada no trabalho, na rotina e no stress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na verdade estou na fase de " Tenho que ir trabalhar, que chatice". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acabaram-se as férias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muito boas férias a todos que ainda estão a gozá-las e a quem ainda as vai gozar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já vai sendo tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120358085055912770-6014283906452378724?l=eodestino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/feeds/6014283906452378724/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120358085055912770&amp;postID=6014283906452378724' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/6014283906452378724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/6014283906452378724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/2007/08/frias.html' title='Férias'/><author><name>nemqueirasaber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02918778931388149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RrkJh1K1qcI/AAAAAAAAAGg/5tiPLskUZLg/s72-c/verao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120358085055912770.post-2537108142542666847</id><published>2007-07-23T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T06:57:17.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma questão de sobremesa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RqSzmFK1qbI/AAAAAAAAAGY/OSTCBN_aQMg/s1600-h/funny1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090390945639541170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="191" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RqSzmFK1qbI/AAAAAAAAAGY/OSTCBN_aQMg/s320/funny1.jpg" width="156" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Que os deuses me engulam" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os antigos egípcios cultuavam os crocodilos como deuses, portanto havia sacerdotes encarregados de alimentá-los. Porém algumas vezes os crocodilos não se contentavam com a refeição e jantavam o sacerdote. Quando isso acontecia, a família do "sobremesa" ficava orgulhosa, pois isso representava uma deferência especial dos deuses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É pena agora, não termos uns crocodilozitos de reserva para os alimentarmos com alguns "sacerdotes", que por ai andam. Chamavam-lhes uns figos, duros é verdade, mas ajudavam a espevitar os dentes:) :) :):)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120358085055912770-2537108142542666847?l=eodestino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/feeds/2537108142542666847/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120358085055912770&amp;postID=2537108142542666847' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/2537108142542666847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/2537108142542666847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/2007/07/uma-questo-de-sobremesa.html' title='Uma questão de sobremesa'/><author><name>nemqueirasaber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02918778931388149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RqSzmFK1qbI/AAAAAAAAAGY/OSTCBN_aQMg/s72-c/funny1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120358085055912770.post-9164305115122967285</id><published>2007-07-09T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T15:05:43.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RpKv8dLxqKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ODWg2mBo46M/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085320382415743138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="211" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RpKv8dLxqKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ODWg2mBo46M/s200/untitled.bmp" width="245" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RpKv8dLxqKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ODWg2mBo46M/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu q’ria ser o Mar ingente e forte&lt;br /&gt;O mar enorme, a vastidão imensa...&lt;br /&gt;Eu q’ria ser a árvore que não pensa,&lt;br /&gt;Que ri do mundo vão e até a morte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu q’ria ser o Sol, o irmão do Mar&lt;br /&gt;O bem do que é humilde e pobrezinho...&lt;br /&gt;Eu q’ria ser a pedra no caminho&lt;br /&gt;Que não sofre a tortura do pensar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o Mar também chora de tristeza...&lt;br /&gt;E a árv’re também, como quem reza,&lt;br /&gt;Levanta aos céus os braços como um crente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o Sol cheio de mágoa ao fim de um dia,&lt;br /&gt;Tem lágrimas de sangue na agonia,&lt;br /&gt;E as pedras, essas, pisa-as toda a gente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Florbela Espanca"&lt;br /&gt;Obtido em "&lt;a href="http://pt.wikisource.org/wiki/Eu_q%27ria_ser_o_Mar_ingente_e_forte..."&gt;http://pt.wikisource.org/wiki/Eu_q%27ria_ser_o_Mar_ingente_e_forte...&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120358085055912770-9164305115122967285?l=eodestino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/feeds/9164305115122967285/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120358085055912770&amp;postID=9164305115122967285' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/9164305115122967285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/9164305115122967285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/2007/07/mar.html' title='Mar'/><author><name>nemqueirasaber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02918778931388149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RpKv8dLxqKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ODWg2mBo46M/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120358085055912770.post-3937308416306397572</id><published>2007-06-30T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T14:17:09.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Generosidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RobIE9LxqJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/TvSb69-cW-8/s1600-h/Wasserfall-Flores-k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081969217003169938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RobIE9LxqJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/TvSb69-cW-8/s200/Wasserfall-Flores-k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não é fácil lidar com pessoas, nem com sentimentos, como aliás todos sabemos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A generosidade é um dom que ao partilharmos tornariamos este mundo um pouco melhor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Verifico, ao voltar-me para um lado e para o outro que, vivemos como se fossemos escalar uns nos outros para atingirmos objectivos ou para nos livrarmos de actos com consequências não esperadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Partilho convosco estas duas frases que transmitem a ideia de Generosidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Pouco dás quando dás algum dos teus bens; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;é ao dares algo de ti mesmo que verdadeiramente dás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;(Autor desconhecido)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Por vezes sentimos que aquilo que fazemos não é senão uma gota de água no mar. Mas o mar seria menor se lhe faltasse uma gota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;(Madre Teresa de Calcuta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120358085055912770-3937308416306397572?l=eodestino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/feeds/3937308416306397572/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120358085055912770&amp;postID=3937308416306397572' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/3937308416306397572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/3937308416306397572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/2007/06/generosidade.html' title='Generosidade'/><author><name>nemqueirasaber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02918778931388149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RobIE9LxqJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/TvSb69-cW-8/s72-c/Wasserfall-Flores-k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120358085055912770.post-3601427420599293559</id><published>2007-06-13T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T14:04:36.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trabalho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RnAT7zYYMlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/1Tnw8XMRCoE/s1600-h/cansado252525252dcafe255ffeooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075578698172215890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RnAT7zYYMlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/1Tnw8XMRCoE/s320/cansado252525252dcafe255ffeooo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois de me ausentar durante uns tempos, por motivos profissionais, quis traduzir o meu cansaço e falta de tempo através da definição de trabalho que encontraria na Wikipédia e aqui vai :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"O trabalho é um número real, que pode ser positivo ou negativo. Quando a força actua na direcção do deslocamento, o trabalho é positivo, isto, é existe energia sendo acrescentada ao corpo ou sistema. O contrário também é verdadeiro. Uma força na direção oposta ao deslocamento retira energia do corpo ou sistema... depende do sistema em consideração."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois de ler a definição, considerei que realmente estou a precisar de férias, muitas e magnificas férias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os meus pobres neurónios já não estão capacitados para descodificar o que leio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já agora traduzam-me isto por miúdos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120358085055912770-3601427420599293559?l=eodestino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/feeds/3601427420599293559/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120358085055912770&amp;postID=3601427420599293559' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/3601427420599293559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/3601427420599293559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/2007/06/trabalho.html' title='Trabalho'/><author><name>nemqueirasaber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02918778931388149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RnAT7zYYMlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/1Tnw8XMRCoE/s72-c/cansado252525252dcafe255ffeooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120358085055912770.post-3264405762187925189</id><published>2007-05-23T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T11:07:11.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RlSCODk1gOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ODTF3UVKRzw/s1600-h/broceliande2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067818658688237794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="213" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RlSCODk1gOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ODTF3UVKRzw/s320/broceliande2.jpg" width="485" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos dias de hoje, que continuam teimosamente a nascer iguais todos os dias, os sentimentos tornam-se cada vez mais a face ocuta da Humanidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na sua caminhada pelo progresso e pelo desenvolvimento, o Homem reprime-os e tenta ignorá-los.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o tempo, de uma forma implacável, mais cedo ou mais tarde acaba sempre por nos confrontar com eles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120358085055912770-3264405762187925189?l=eodestino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/feeds/3264405762187925189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120358085055912770&amp;postID=3264405762187925189' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/3264405762187925189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/3264405762187925189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/2007/05/nos-dias-de-hoje-que-continuam.html' title='Sentimentos'/><author><name>nemqueirasaber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02918778931388149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RlSCODk1gOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ODTF3UVKRzw/s72-c/broceliande2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120358085055912770.post-2780277498015450391</id><published>2007-05-14T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T13:04:39.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regresso ao Passado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RkjAu7AAYdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/_hethe9-2nE/s1600-h/george-michael-live.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064509693322355154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RkjAu7AAYdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/_hethe9-2nE/s320/george-michael-live.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes gostariamos de voltar atrás.&lt;br /&gt;Este fim de semana tive oportunidade de voltar a sentir a força da minha juventude.&lt;br /&gt;Quando a certa altura. Fechei uma etapa e iniciei outra caminhada, deixei mais ou menos latente essa etapa. "Esqueci-me" do que é vibrar com os ídolos que nos fazem sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;É verdade! As musicas de George Michael, foram a minha companhia em muitas noites e fins de semana solitários.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A procura de recortes, noticias e tudo que estivesse ligado a ele eram o meu manual escolar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assistir ao concerto, fez-me lembrar que a vida é muito mais que casa-trabalho e trabalho-casa. São momentos como este que valem a pena e nos fazem sentir a vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120358085055912770-2780277498015450391?l=eodestino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/feeds/2780277498015450391/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120358085055912770&amp;postID=2780277498015450391' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/2780277498015450391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/2780277498015450391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/2007/05/regresso-ao-passado.html' title='Regresso ao Passado'/><author><name>nemqueirasaber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02918778931388149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RkjAu7AAYdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/_hethe9-2nE/s72-c/george-michael-live.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120358085055912770.post-7935040208512763489</id><published>2007-05-04T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T08:08:17.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alegria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RjtMOLAAYcI/AAAAAAAAAFo/d1dRA0m6UeM/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060722412635578818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RjtMOLAAYcI/AAAAAAAAAFo/d1dRA0m6UeM/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A alegria adquire-se. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É uma atitude de coragem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ser alegre não é fácil, é um acto de vontade. "&lt;br /&gt;(Gaston Courtois)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;São poucas as palavras mas transmitem uma das maiores verdades com que o ser humano tem que viver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A alegria também tem que ser cultivada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não podemos nós estar há espera do milagre se não fizermos nada para isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A minha alegria é olhar para o céu e - sentir estou viva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120358085055912770-7935040208512763489?l=eodestino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/feeds/7935040208512763489/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120358085055912770&amp;postID=7935040208512763489' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/7935040208512763489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/7935040208512763489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/2007/05/alegria.html' title='Alegria'/><author><name>nemqueirasaber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02918778931388149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RjtMOLAAYcI/AAAAAAAAAFo/d1dRA0m6UeM/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120358085055912770.post-111706011743364805</id><published>2007-04-25T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T14:19:39.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponto sem Retorno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/Ri_FFLAAYbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Qs3EhtxU_FE/s1600-h/paix%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057477599203189170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/Ri_FFLAAYbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Qs3EhtxU_FE/s320/paix%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Passaste o teu ponto sem retorno!&lt;br /&gt;De nada serve olhares para trás&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;já passou o momento dos jogos de faz-de-conta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passados estão os "se" e "quando"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não resistas - esquece o pensamento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixa que o sonho se apodere de ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que violenta chama te inundará a alma?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que opulento desejo abrirá a sua porta?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que doce sedução nos espera?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passado está o ponto sem retorno, afinal o ultimo limiar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que cálidos e mudos segredos aprendemos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passado que estiver o ponto sem retorno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já passamos o ponto sem retorno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É chegado o momento do realizar da paixão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passadas todas as ideias do bem e do mal resta uma última dúvida:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quanto tempo mais esperaremos os dois para sermos um só?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando começará o sangue a fervilhar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o botão adormecido subitamente desabrochar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passado o ponto sem retorno a ponte é percorrida e &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ficamos a ver a vela a arder&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.("O Fantasma da Ópera")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O ponto que nos leva afinal até ao nosso destino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7120358085055912770-111706011743364805?l=eodestino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/feeds/111706011743364805/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120358085055912770&amp;postID=111706011743364805' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/111706011743364805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/111706011743364805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/2007/04/ponto-sem-retorno.html' title='Ponto sem Retorno'/><author><name>nemqueirasaber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02918778931388149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/Ri_FFLAAYbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Qs3EhtxU_FE/s72-c/paix%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120358085055912770.post-1302535289237306098</id><published>2007-04-13T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T06:35:40.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viver para Sempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/Rh-GvJ-k-jI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/s9qP-AsBIO4/s1600-h/panoramic_view_huayna_picchu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052905451623348786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/Rh-GvJ-k-jI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/s9qP-AsBIO4/s320/panoramic_view_huayna_picchu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na épica das batalhas ficaram registados actos valorosos de guerreiros&lt;br /&gt;que trocaram a vida por vitórias.&lt;br /&gt;Uma dessas imagens, refere o bravo que tendo lutado até às últimas forças tomba morto no espaço de abertura de uma porta, permitindo,&lt;br /&gt;que os outros guerreiros entrem no Castelo e o conquistem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é assim que, através de lendas ou passagens históricas, a nossa existência está cheia de relatos magnificos de Homens, que pela sua bravura, conseguiram feitos que julgamos impossiveis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida só vale alguma coisa se for vivida.&lt;br /&gt;Os prazeres que retiramos da vida, e mesmo as memórias dos acontecimentos passados, desvaneceriam abruptamente se morrermos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falamos bastante a sério quando dizemos que queremos viver para sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120358085055912770-1302535289237306098?l=eodestino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/feeds/1302535289237306098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120358085055912770&amp;postID=1302535289237306098' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/1302535289237306098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/1302535289237306098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/2007/04/viver-para-sempre.html' title='Viver para Sempre'/><author><name>nemqueirasaber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02918778931388149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/Rh-GvJ-k-jI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/s9qP-AsBIO4/s72-c/panoramic_view_huayna_picchu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120358085055912770.post-8162499445355974379</id><published>2007-04-03T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T08:49:56.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>" Dá-lhes só o teu coração"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RhJ3b2L5awI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1hT9fPT7weo/s1600-h/2172_2006-0144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049229452521335554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RhJ3b2L5awI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1hT9fPT7weo/s320/2172_2006-0144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Páscoa aproxima-se.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muito mais que os ovos e os coelhinhos, é tempo de reflexão, de vida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;de procura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procurar o Eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não no sentido de olhar apenas para dentro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas numa tentativa de fazer uma retrospectiva para melhor poder chegar aos outros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou partilhar uma reflexão, que nos leva, indiscutivelmente, aos outros e me pareceu apropriada:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Não permitas que alguém se aproxime de ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e não parta melhor e mais contente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que a bondade de Deus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;brilhe no teu rosto e nos teus olhos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;no teu sorriso, na tua saudação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Às crianças, aos pobres, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a todos os que sofrem no corpo ou no espírito,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oferece sempre um gomo de alegria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não lhes dês os teus cuidados:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dá-lhes só o teu coração."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teresa de Calcutá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120358085055912770-8162499445355974379?l=eodestino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/feeds/8162499445355974379/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120358085055912770&amp;postID=8162499445355974379' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/8162499445355974379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/8162499445355974379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/2007/04/d-lhes-s-o-teu-corao.html' title='&quot; Dá-lhes só o teu coração&quot;'/><author><name>nemqueirasaber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02918778931388149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RhJ3b2L5awI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1hT9fPT7weo/s72-c/2172_2006-0144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120358085055912770.post-6693549887909473600</id><published>2007-03-28T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T10:59:32.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O que quiseres</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RgqszWL5avI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RnIIneAZqe8/s1600-h/montanhas2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047036330550848242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RgqszWL5avI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RnIIneAZqe8/s320/montanhas2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Podes ter tudo o que quiseres&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;se o desejares desesperadamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deves desejá-lo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;com uma força que te irrompa da pele &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e se vá juntar à energia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que criou o mundo."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Sheila Graham)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É assim que se atingem os topos das montanhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120358085055912770-6693549887909473600?l=eodestino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/feeds/6693549887909473600/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120358085055912770&amp;postID=6693549887909473600' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/6693549887909473600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/6693549887909473600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/2007/03/o-que-quiseres.html' title='O que quiseres'/><author><name>nemqueirasaber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02918778931388149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RgqszWL5avI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RnIIneAZqe8/s72-c/montanhas2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120358085055912770.post-3036300847715243919</id><published>2007-03-20T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T03:49:39.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pássaros Feridos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/Rf-6QXjuNAI/AAAAAAAAAEs/JplGVSJjbZI/s1600-h/Passaro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043954898042762242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="203" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/Rf-6QXjuNAI/AAAAAAAAAEs/JplGVSJjbZI/s320/Passaro.jpg" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Existe uma lenda acerca de um pássaro que só canta uma vez na vida, com mais suavidade que qualquer outra criatura sobre a terra. A partir do momento em que deixa o ninho, começa a procurar um espinheiro-alvar e só descansa quando o encontra. Depois, cantando entre os galhos selvagens, empala-se no acúleo mais agudo e mais comprido. E, morrendo, sublima a própria agonia e despede um canto mais belo que o da cotovia e o do rouxinol. Um canto superlativo, cujo preço é a existência. Mas o mundo inteiro pára para ouvi-lo, e Deus sorri no céu. Pois o melhor só se adquire à custa de um grande sofrimento”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este é o texto que inicia o livro "Pássaros Feridos" de Colleen Mccullough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há muito que elegi esta história como uma amostra do que afinal é a nossa existência, onde as escolhas, o livre Arbítrio, determinam de forma irreversivel os trilhos que percorremos até ao fim, deixando presente a possibilidade de optarmos pelo amor, poder, estatuto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É verdadeiramente magnifico, como a lenda que o inicia.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/Rf-t_3juM-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/fcgAHbqCTbM/s1600-h/5930c746lq8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/Rf-673juNBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Naw34qn7Th0/s1600-h/5930c746lq8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7120358085055912770-3036300847715243919?l=eodestino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/feeds/3036300847715243919/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120358085055912770&amp;postID=3036300847715243919' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/3036300847715243919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/3036300847715243919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/2007/03/pssaros-feridos.html' title='Pássaros Feridos'/><author><name>nemqueirasaber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02918778931388149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/Rf-6QXjuNAI/AAAAAAAAAEs/JplGVSJjbZI/s72-c/Passaro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120358085055912770.post-3513203400353903571</id><published>2007-03-14T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T04:06:42.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma  Aventura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RffD4btweVI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ja6GStP1NTY/s1600-h/ex_passeio_122_La%20Gran%20Aventura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041713682144328018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RffD4btweVI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ja6GStP1NTY/s320/ex_passeio_122_La%2520Gran%2520Aventura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A natureza possui aspectos desconcertantes que têm o condão de permitir que a nossa vida seja em cada um dos seus momentos uma aventura.&lt;br /&gt;Dizia alguém: "a experiência que adquirimos numa fase da nossa vida pouco nos serve quando chegamos à fase seguinte". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confesso que não concordo em absoluto, apesar de tud0 ser novo, as aprendizagens que vamos adquirindo ao longo da vida não são mais do que as fundações para o edificio que seremos um dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120358085055912770-3513203400353903571?l=eodestino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/feeds/3513203400353903571/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120358085055912770&amp;postID=3513203400353903571' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/3513203400353903571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/3513203400353903571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/2007/03/uma-aventura.html' title='Uma  Aventura'/><author><name>nemqueirasaber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02918778931388149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RffD4btweVI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ja6GStP1NTY/s72-c/ex_passeio_122_La%2520Gran%2520Aventura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120358085055912770.post-4440049429501484924</id><published>2007-03-05T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T01:22:55.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Batalha da Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RewFtDPMubI/AAAAAAAAAEM/WWRtMHJY51c/s1600-h/xadrezp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038408354642049458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RewFtDPMubI/AAAAAAAAAEM/WWRtMHJY51c/s320/xadrezp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desde que nascemos, iniciamos as batalhas para a nossa sobrevivência; Falar, andar, deixar a fralda, estudar e trabalhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois de ganhas e ultrapassadas estas batalhas começamos a achar que finalmente nos vamos retirar do campo de combate e que estamos em condições para gozarmos as vitórias alcançadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje, alguém que tem lutado contra uma das doenças mais terriveis da actualidade e que há uns meses atrás julgava ter vencido este hediondo inimigo, descobriu que este avançou para além das fronteiras. Agora necessita de reunir as tropas e recomeçar a luta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A alegria de estarmos vivos é por si só a nossa maior vitória.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vamos VIVE-LA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120358085055912770-4440049429501484924?l=eodestino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/feeds/4440049429501484924/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120358085055912770&amp;postID=4440049429501484924' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/4440049429501484924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/4440049429501484924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/2007/03/batalha-da-vida.html' title='A Batalha da Vida'/><author><name>nemqueirasaber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02918778931388149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RewFtDPMubI/AAAAAAAAAEM/WWRtMHJY51c/s72-c/xadrezp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120358085055912770.post-2614936700869665103</id><published>2007-02-27T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T03:42:46.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/ReQZK1u5hLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/13bv11khy74/s1600-h/eterno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036177957320230066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/ReQZK1u5hLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/13bv11khy74/s320/eterno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que sentido tem a vida?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando buscamos um sonho, procuramos a eternidade?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;São muitos os homens que na sua vida se tornaram eternos para a humanidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quantos o conseguiram com a própria vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na verdade a Eternidade é o que procuramos acreditando que nesta vida ou na próxima a alcançaremos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faz-nos ultrapassar os desgostos, as desventuras e acreditar que um dia no tempo eterno a alcançamos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se alguem me dissesse: os anos que estiveste ausente, cada dia pensei em ti, como agradeceria tal fidelidade?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois de mim, a eternidade. O meu existir um suspiro entre duas eternidades. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele pensou em mim há mais de centenas de milhares de anos. Começou, se pudesse, a pensar em mim, e continuou a pensar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120358085055912770-2614936700869665103?l=eodestino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/feeds/2614936700869665103/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120358085055912770&amp;postID=2614936700869665103' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/2614936700869665103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/2614936700869665103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/2007/02/eternidade.html' title='Eternidade'/><author><name>nemqueirasaber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02918778931388149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/ReQZK1u5hLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/13bv11khy74/s72-c/eterno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120358085055912770.post-5523697441840347352</id><published>2007-02-13T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T01:58:52.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>enganos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RdGelvYNjeI/AAAAAAAAADk/mU_KR2_Dc8g/s1600-h/amalfi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030976629959921122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RdGelvYNjeI/AAAAAAAAADk/mU_KR2_Dc8g/s200/amalfi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A primeira e pior de todas as fraudes é enganar-se a si mesmo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois disto, todo o pecado é fácil.&lt;br /&gt;(J. Bailey)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pior do que nos enganarmos a nós próprios é acharmos que não nos estamos a enganar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ou como diria Epíteto:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É impossível para um homem aprender aquilo que ele acha que já sabe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120358085055912770-5523697441840347352?l=eodestino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/feeds/5523697441840347352/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120358085055912770&amp;postID=5523697441840347352' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/5523697441840347352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/5523697441840347352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/2007/02/enganos.html' title='enganos'/><author><name>nemqueirasaber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02918778931388149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RdGelvYNjeI/AAAAAAAAADk/mU_KR2_Dc8g/s72-c/amalfi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120358085055912770.post-7444662980061825501</id><published>2007-02-08T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T04:06:09.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realização</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/Rcs_oPYNjdI/AAAAAAAAADY/8zmTVjLjR8M/s1600-h/maior.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029183369444691410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/Rcs_oPYNjdI/AAAAAAAAADY/8zmTVjLjR8M/s200/maior.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por vezes imagino-me a viver uma outra vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não porque não goste da que tenho, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas porque vejo o tempo (inimigo nº 1 da vida),  passar e pergunto-me: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Afinal o que é que de importante fiz - por mim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O sabor da realização pessoal , não a profissional, mas aquela que nos dá prazer e alegria pessoal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do género os outros que .... fiz o que queria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120358085055912770-7444662980061825501?l=eodestino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/feeds/7444662980061825501/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120358085055912770&amp;postID=7444662980061825501' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/7444662980061825501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/7444662980061825501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/2007/02/realizao.html' title='Realização'/><author><name>nemqueirasaber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02918778931388149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/Rcs_oPYNjdI/AAAAAAAAADY/8zmTVjLjR8M/s72-c/maior.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120358085055912770.post-1073959289548151726</id><published>2007-02-05T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T04:38:02.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EU  futuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RcclH-RTypI/AAAAAAAAADM/TrYWiEdr4Sw/s1600-h/futuro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028028327887358610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RcclH-RTypI/AAAAAAAAADM/TrYWiEdr4Sw/s320/futuro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A afirmação pessoal é uma necessidade que começamos sentir a partir de certa altura na nossa vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem sempre é fácil fazermos o que consideramos ser a nossa vontade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem sempre é fácil os outros aceitarem as nossas decisões, as nossas opiniões e as nossas crenças.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A verdade é que estes aspectos vão sendo consolidados ao longo da nossa vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As experiência vividas, as dificulades passadas são apenas mais alguns tijolos e ou materias para constituirem os alicerces que irão fazer parte no nosso EU futuro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120358085055912770-1073959289548151726?l=eodestino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/feeds/1073959289548151726/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120358085055912770&amp;postID=1073959289548151726' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/1073959289548151726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/1073959289548151726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/2007/02/eu-futuro.html' title='EU  futuro'/><author><name>nemqueirasaber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02918778931388149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RcclH-RTypI/AAAAAAAAADM/TrYWiEdr4Sw/s72-c/futuro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120358085055912770.post-4682949899533076342</id><published>2007-01-29T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T01:09:23.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Máscara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/Rb25vHUOACI/AAAAAAAAADA/r7QouPVCDtc/s1600-h/mascara.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025376978284183586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/Rb25vHUOACI/AAAAAAAAADA/r7QouPVCDtc/s320/mascara.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tal como o rio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;onde junto ao leito correm águas turbulentas, mas transparece acalmia e tranquilidade, também nós só exteriorizamos o que queremos que os outros vejam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A segurança, o bem estar, são óptimas máscaras para esconderem os nossos fracassos, as nossas incertezas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É tudo a fingir, nada é profundamente verdadeiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procuramos o topo da montanha, mas como não conseguimos atingi-la convencemo-nos, e aos outros, que o sopé era a nossa meta e que atingimos o que queriamos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120358085055912770-4682949899533076342?l=eodestino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/feeds/4682949899533076342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120358085055912770&amp;postID=4682949899533076342' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/4682949899533076342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/4682949899533076342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/2007/01/mscara.html' title='Máscara'/><author><name>nemqueirasaber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02918778931388149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/Rb25vHUOACI/AAAAAAAAADA/r7QouPVCDtc/s72-c/mascara.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120358085055912770.post-2614774795378688555</id><published>2007-01-24T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T05:52:21.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Milagre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RbeRWHUOABI/AAAAAAAAACw/BifrAbky7fw/s1600-h/1362066-lg[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023643718462078994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RbeRWHUOABI/AAAAAAAAACw/BifrAbky7fw/s200/1362066-lg%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RbeRKnUOAAI/AAAAAAAAACo/w14DrFwzLY4/s1600-h/1362066-lg[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Quando acreditas dá-se o milagre."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acreditar é traçar o caminho para atingir a Felicidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olho para trás e questiono as minhas escolhas, os atalhos e os caminhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já realizei - Dois milagres lindos, de entre muitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este é o meu milagre - Ser Feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7120358085055912770-2614774795378688555?l=eodestino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/feeds/2614774795378688555/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120358085055912770&amp;postID=2614774795378688555' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/2614774795378688555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/2614774795378688555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/2007/01/milagre.html' title='Milagre'/><author><name>nemqueirasaber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02918778931388149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RbeRWHUOABI/AAAAAAAAACw/BifrAbky7fw/s72-c/1362066-lg%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120358085055912770.post-3662561874913608476</id><published>2007-01-22T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T14:59:02.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Chefe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RbVBmHUN__I/AAAAAAAAACY/1tnlJq7Jp9U/s1600-h/makefoto[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022993082456342514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RbVBmHUN__I/AAAAAAAAACY/1tnlJq7Jp9U/s200/makefoto%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Nem todos podemos ser o nosso próprio chefe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Não é fácil chefiar pessoas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Verdades que todos conhecemos e convivemos no nosso dia a dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Infelizmente, deparo-me, frequentemente com chefias que não sabem o que significam palavras como liderar, equipa, todo, objectivo comum, etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"É assim, porque eu sou o Chefe"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Certamente qualquer pessoa que utiliza esta expressão tem sérios problemas de afirmação como pessoa. Aliás, é certamente uma pessoa bastante vazia, na sua vida privada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A unica forma de se fazer notar é profissionalmente, através do poder que a instituição lhe confere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Questiono-me. Não será necessário ao chefe ter um cariz humano em algum lado?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120358085055912770-3662561874913608476?l=eodestino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/feeds/3662561874913608476/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120358085055912770&amp;postID=3662561874913608476' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/3662561874913608476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/3662561874913608476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/2007/01/o-chefe.html' title='O Chefe'/><author><name>nemqueirasaber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02918778931388149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RbVBmHUN__I/AAAAAAAAACY/1tnlJq7Jp9U/s72-c/makefoto%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120358085055912770.post-5861591590221442247</id><published>2007-01-15T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T15:05:45.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vidas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RawTg3UN_9I/AAAAAAAAACE/JKeMIE7HgHU/s1600-h/Luz-tenue[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020409139936755666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="219" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RawTg3UN_9I/AAAAAAAAACE/JKeMIE7HgHU/s320/Luz-tenue%5B1%5D.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As nossas vidas são como o movimento do Sol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na hora mais escura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há a promessa da Luz do Dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120358085055912770-5861591590221442247?l=eodestino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/feeds/5861591590221442247/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120358085055912770&amp;postID=5861591590221442247' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/5861591590221442247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/5861591590221442247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/2007/01/vidas.html' title='Vidas'/><author><name>nemqueirasaber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02918778931388149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RawTg3UN_9I/AAAAAAAAACE/JKeMIE7HgHU/s72-c/Luz-tenue%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120358085055912770.post-367272891430401334</id><published>2007-01-15T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T15:50:00.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quebrar o coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RawRxnUN_8I/AAAAAAAAAB0/MUJ3HGZ-5iU/s1600-h/triste[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020407228676308930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="107" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RawRxnUN_8I/AAAAAAAAAB0/MUJ3HGZ-5iU/s200/triste%5B1%5D.jpg" width="107" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Havia muitas maneiras de quebrar um coração.&lt;br /&gt;As histórias estavam cheias de corações despedaçados de amor,&lt;br /&gt;mas o que realmente despedaça o coração é roubarem-lhe&lt;br /&gt;os sonhos - sejam eles quais forem. - Pearl Buck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostei deste pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na verdade há muitas formas de nos roubarem os sonhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A traição e a consequente desconfiança têm esse poder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120358085055912770-367272891430401334?l=eodestino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/feeds/367272891430401334/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120358085055912770&amp;postID=367272891430401334' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/367272891430401334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/367272891430401334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/2007/01/quebar-o-corao.html' title='Quebrar o coração'/><author><name>nemqueirasaber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02918778931388149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RawRxnUN_8I/AAAAAAAAAB0/MUJ3HGZ-5iU/s72-c/triste%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120358085055912770.post-1375165022919349905</id><published>2007-01-12T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T01:02:49.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desabafo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RadOQnUN_6I/AAAAAAAAABg/yvEk72MyasM/s1600-h/primavera-verao06[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019066357066366882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="177" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RadOQnUN_6I/AAAAAAAAABg/yvEk72MyasM/s320/primavera-verao06%5B1%5D.jpg" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não tenho grande aptidão para expressar os meus sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;nem oralmente, nem por escrito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre fui apologista de que os sentimentos e as preocupações, devem ser guardadas&lt;br /&gt;num cantinho do nosso cérebro para serem incluídas na “Enciclopédia da Vida” pessoal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As alegrias, sim, essas devem ser partilhadas com os amigos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nestes últimos tempos, mudei de opinião.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É verdade que ao partilharmos a alma, estamos a fragilizarmo-nos perante os outros, até porque como diz o ditado – “um amigo amigos tem”, por outro lado, sabemos que alguém nos ouviu.&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/7120358085055912770-1375165022919349905?l=eodestino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/feeds/1375165022919349905/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120358085055912770&amp;postID=1375165022919349905' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/1375165022919349905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/1375165022919349905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/2007/01/desabafo.html' title='Desabafo'/><author><name>nemqueirasaber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02918778931388149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RadOQnUN_6I/AAAAAAAAABg/yvEk72MyasM/s72-c/primavera-verao06%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120358085055912770.post-8580638212592415889</id><published>2007-01-08T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T12:59:13.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Melhor Herança</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RaKwmPFwJBI/AAAAAAAAABU/BgbG-R_nrp8/s1600-h/index.12[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017767105776329746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RaKwmPFwJBI/AAAAAAAAABU/BgbG-R_nrp8/s320/index.12%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Isto Também Ha-de Passar"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do meu avô herdei estas palavras, que lhe ouvi vezes sem conta, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;como sendo uma frase que podemos repetir em todas as circunstâncias da vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando as coisas são extremamente tormentosas;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando se tornam absolutamente pavorosas;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando tudo é sublime, maravilhoso e feliz - Diz também para ti mesmo estas quatro palavras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Verás que te dão um sentido de futuro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;te ajudam a fazer tudo pelo melhor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E a seres firme nas horas más.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120358085055912770-8580638212592415889?l=eodestino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/feeds/8580638212592415889/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120358085055912770&amp;postID=8580638212592415889' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/8580638212592415889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/8580638212592415889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/2007/01/melhor-herana.html' title='A Melhor Herança'/><author><name>nemqueirasaber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02918778931388149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RaKwmPFwJBI/AAAAAAAAABU/BgbG-R_nrp8/s72-c/index.12%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120358085055912770.post-276933605914788856</id><published>2006-12-29T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T15:12:44.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recomeçar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RZ7UzfFwI8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/qYZAJY2B0NI/s1600-h/recomeco[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016681015921353666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RZ7UzfFwI8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/qYZAJY2B0NI/s320/recomeco%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olha o céu,&lt;br /&gt;o sol nasceu outra vez e a vida vai recomeçar.&lt;br /&gt;Nada é igual, nada dura pra sempre.&lt;br /&gt;A noite cai e a terra continua a girar !&lt;br /&gt;Sentir, o quanto é importante este novo dia&lt;br /&gt;Recomeçar o dia , sentindo cada instante...&lt;br /&gt;Sentir a vida a pulsar dentro do peito.&lt;br /&gt;Lutar por um novo amanhã...&lt;br /&gt;Por um novo ideal...&lt;br /&gt;Encher o coração com a força de Deus,&lt;br /&gt;Para que com a sua força... a sua Luz..&lt;br /&gt;Tente transformar o mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Num lugar onde exista Amor e Paz.&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo cheio de justiça e igualdade.&lt;br /&gt;Mais alegre...&lt;br /&gt;Mais fraterno...&lt;br /&gt;Mais humano...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que seja um pequeno passo para um ano venturoso... 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120358085055912770-276933605914788856?l=eodestino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/feeds/276933605914788856/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120358085055912770&amp;postID=276933605914788856' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/276933605914788856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/276933605914788856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/2006/12/recomear.html' title='Recomeçar'/><author><name>nemqueirasaber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02918778931388149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RZ7UzfFwI8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/qYZAJY2B0NI/s72-c/recomeco%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120358085055912770.post-5316352332085793775</id><published>2006-12-24T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T15:12:26.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RZ7UhvFwI7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J6Vc8BcuEPg/s1600-h/724_nasce2[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016680710978675634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RZ7UhvFwI7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J6Vc8BcuEPg/s320/724_nasce2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele se fez carne e habitou entre nós!&lt;br /&gt;Foi de São Francisco a idéia de representar o nascimento de Jesus no presépio.&lt;br /&gt;Deus se faz gente como a gente.&lt;br /&gt;Solidário, Ele nasce no abandono e na exclusão.&lt;br /&gt;Os pastores se alegram.&lt;br /&gt;Os anjos cantam.&lt;br /&gt;Votos de um Santo e Feliz Natal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120358085055912770-5316352332085793775?l=eodestino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/feeds/5316352332085793775/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120358085055912770&amp;postID=5316352332085793775' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/5316352332085793775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/5316352332085793775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/2006/12/feliz-natal.html' title='Feliz Natal'/><author><name>nemqueirasaber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02918778931388149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RZ7UhvFwI7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J6Vc8BcuEPg/s72-c/724_nasce2%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120358085055912770.post-9099990013960343024</id><published>2006-12-19T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T12:13:56.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Valor de Um Sorriso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RZ7a0fFwI_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/KZ8mNyhEevM/s1600-h/sorrir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016687630170989554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RZ7a0fFwI_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/KZ8mNyhEevM/s200/sorrir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um sorriso não custa nada e cria muito...&lt;br /&gt;Dura um só momento,&lt;br /&gt;mas a sua lembrança perdura por toda uma vida...&lt;br /&gt;Não se pode comprá-lo, pedi-lo emprestado ou roubá-lo...&lt;br /&gt;E não tem utilidade enquanto não é dado!&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, se no teu caminho encontrares alguém cansado demais para dar um sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;deixa-lhe o teu, com optimismo...&lt;br /&gt;Pois ninguém precisa de um sorriso quanto aquele que não tem mais sorrisos para oferecer...&lt;br /&gt;E já agora?&lt;br /&gt;Vamos sorrir um pouco?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor: Desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesta época vamos destribuir sorrisos, mas verdadeiros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;postagem feita por Candil &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120358085055912770-9099990013960343024?l=eodestino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/feeds/9099990013960343024/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120358085055912770&amp;postID=9099990013960343024' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/9099990013960343024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/9099990013960343024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/2006/12/o-valor-de-um-sorriso.html' title='O Valor de Um Sorriso'/><author><name>nemqueirasaber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02918778931388149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RZ7a0fFwI_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/KZ8mNyhEevM/s72-c/sorrir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120358085055912770.post-153833932003436956</id><published>2006-12-18T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T15:18:52.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nascer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RZ7c1_FwJAI/AAAAAAAAABI/cWgVx3AohlA/s1600-h/Mae[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016689854964048898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RZ7c1_FwJAI/AAAAAAAAABI/cWgVx3AohlA/s200/Mae%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sabedoria popular considerava o nascimento de uma criança como o receber de um dom,&lt;br /&gt;de uma prenda sem preço.&lt;br /&gt;Neste Natal lembro a Mãe.&lt;br /&gt;Porque teve na vida um lugar para a nossa vida,&lt;br /&gt;porque fez da sua vida um lugar para a nossa,&lt;br /&gt;porque não sendo corajosa, teve a coragem de embarcar numa aventura que sabia não ter retorno.&lt;br /&gt;Abriu simplesmente&lt;br /&gt;e os braços quando chegámos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120358085055912770-153833932003436956?l=eodestino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/feeds/153833932003436956/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120358085055912770&amp;postID=153833932003436956' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/153833932003436956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/153833932003436956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/2006/12/nascer.html' title='Nascer'/><author><name>nemqueirasaber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02918778931388149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RZ7c1_FwJAI/AAAAAAAAABI/cWgVx3AohlA/s72-c/Mae%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120358085055912770.post-2765637456388996752</id><published>2006-12-07T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T15:14:04.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A cor do Mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RZ7YO_FwI9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/fQ23xSgqDTQ/s1600-h/caminho.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016684786902639570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RZ7YO_FwI9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/fQ23xSgqDTQ/s320/caminho.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O ancião descansava à sombra de uma árvore,&lt;br /&gt;quando foi abordado pelo motorista de um automóvel que estacionou a seu lado:&lt;br /&gt;- Bom dia!&lt;br /&gt;- Bom dia!- Mora aqui?&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, há muitos anos...&lt;br /&gt;- Venho de mudança. Gostaria de saber como é o ambiente nesta povoação.&lt;br /&gt;- Fale antes da cidade de onde vem.&lt;br /&gt;- Óptima. Maravilhosa! Gente boa, fraterna... Fiz muitos amigos. Só a deixei por imperativos profissionais.&lt;br /&gt;- Pois bem, meu filho. Esta cidade é exactamente igual. Vai gostar daqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutos depois apareceu outro motorista:&lt;br /&gt;- Estou a mudar-me para viver aqui, o que me diz deste lugar?&lt;br /&gt;- Como é a cidade de onde saiu?&lt;br /&gt;- Horrível! Pessoas orgulhosas, cheias de preconceitos, arrogantes! Não fiz um único amigo!&lt;br /&gt;- Sinto muito, meu filho, aqui encontrará o mesmo ambiente...&lt;br /&gt;Vemos nas pessoas algo do que somos, do que pensamos, da nossa maneira de ser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120358085055912770-2765637456388996752?l=eodestino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/feeds/2765637456388996752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120358085055912770&amp;postID=2765637456388996752' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/2765637456388996752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/2765637456388996752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/2007/01/cor-do-mundo.html' title='A cor do Mundo'/><author><name>nemqueirasaber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02918778931388149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RZ7YO_FwI9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/fQ23xSgqDTQ/s72-c/caminho.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120358085055912770.post-8885250312081749808</id><published>2006-11-29T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T11:58:22.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saber</title><content type='html'>Saber!&lt;br /&gt;Saber estar,&lt;br /&gt;Saber sentir,&lt;br /&gt;Saber ouvir,&lt;br /&gt;Saber falar,&lt;br /&gt;Saber chorar,&lt;br /&gt;Saber sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;Saber....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120358085055912770-8885250312081749808?l=eodestino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/feeds/8885250312081749808/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120358085055912770&amp;postID=8885250312081749808' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/8885250312081749808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/8885250312081749808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/2007/01/saber.html' title='Saber'/><author><name>nemqueirasaber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02918778931388149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120358085055912770.post-6966178792537123411</id><published>2006-11-26T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T15:14:52.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RZ7Y9_FwI-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/vK2-vwxEaXY/s1600-h/polen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016685594356491234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RZ7Y9_FwI-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/vK2-vwxEaXY/s200/polen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem disse à estrela o caminho&lt;br /&gt;Que ela há-de seguir no céu?&lt;br /&gt;A fabricar o seu ninho&lt;br /&gt;Como é que a ave aprendeu?&lt;br /&gt;Quem diz à planta --- &lt; &gt;---E ao mudo verme que tece&lt;br /&gt;Sua mortalha de seda&lt;br /&gt;Os fios quem lhos enreda?&lt;br /&gt;Ensinou alguém à abelha&lt;br /&gt;Que no prado anda a zumbir&lt;br /&gt;Se à flor branca ou à vermelha&lt;br /&gt;O seu mel há-de ir pedir?&lt;br /&gt;Que eras tu meu ser, querida,&lt;br /&gt;Teus olhos a minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;Teu amor todo o meu bem...&lt;br /&gt;Ai! não mo disse ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;Como a abelha corre ao prado,&lt;br /&gt;Como no céu gira a estrela,&lt;br /&gt;Como a todo o ente o seu fado&lt;br /&gt;Por instinto se revela,&lt;br /&gt;Eu no teu seio divino&lt;br /&gt;Vim cumprir o meu destino...&lt;br /&gt;Vim, que em ti só sei viver,&lt;br /&gt;Só por ti posso morrer.&lt;br /&gt;Almeida Garrett&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120358085055912770-6966178792537123411?l=eodestino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/feeds/6966178792537123411/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120358085055912770&amp;postID=6966178792537123411' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/6966178792537123411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120358085055912770/posts/default/6966178792537123411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eodestino.blogspot.com/2007/01/destino.html' title='Destino'/><author><name>nemqueirasaber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02918778931388149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZFm50msKCZE/RZ7Y9_FwI-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/vK2-vwxEaXY/s72-c/polen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
