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width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-4043795241438730140</id><published>2008-04-25T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:27:49.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinco Minutos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/SBIxr9hDKRI/AAAAAAAAAfc/ySZsJAwi3-o/s1600-h/asssis+osnilda+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193267951628921106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/SBIxr9hDKRI/AAAAAAAAAfc/ySZsJAwi3-o/s400/asssis+osnilda+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No parque, uma mulher sentou-se ao lado de um homem.&lt;br /&gt;Ela disse: -Aquele ali é meu filho, o de camisola vermelha deslizando no escorrega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-Um bonito garoto - respondeu o homem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E completou: - Aquela de vestido branco, pedalando a bicicleta, é minha filha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Então, olhando o relógio, o homem chamou a sua filha: -Melissa, o que achas de irmos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-Mais cinco minutos, pai. Por favor. Só mais cinco minutos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O homem concordou e Melissa continuou a pedalar a sua bicicleta, para alegria de seu coração.Os minutos passaram-se, o pai levantou-se e novamente chamou sua filha:-Hora de irmos agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mas, outra vez Melissa pediu: -Mais cinco minutos, pai. Só mais cinco minutos!O homem sorriu e disse: -Está certo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-O senhor é certamente um pai muito paciente - comentou a mulher ao seu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O homem sorriu e disse: -O irmão mais velho de Melissa foi morto no ano passado por um motorista bêbado, quando pedalava a sua bicicleta perto daqui. Eu nunca passei muito tempo com o meu filho e agora eu daria qualquer coisa por apenas mais cinco minutos com ele.Eu me prometi não cometer o mesmo erro com Melissa. Ela acha que tem mais cinco minutos para andar de bicicleta. Na verdade, eu é que tenho mais cinco minutos para vê-la brincar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Em tudo na vida estabelecemos prioridades. Quais são as suas? Lembre-se:nem tudo o que é importante, é prioritário, e nem tudo o que é necessário, é indispensável! Dê, hoje, a alguém que você ama mais cinco minutos de seu tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto tempo hoje você dedicou a Deus? Será que pelo menos cinco minutos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-4043795241438730140?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/4043795241438730140/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=4043795241438730140' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/4043795241438730140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/4043795241438730140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2008/04/cinco-minutos.html' title='Cinco Minutos'/><author><name>Sandra Dantas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800312268352100327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/SYnd626XKLI/AAAAAAAABBY/shwiHj5oV3Y/S220/Video+call+snapshot+5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/SBIxr9hDKRI/AAAAAAAAAfc/ySZsJAwi3-o/s72-c/asssis+osnilda+069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-7926606838730984670</id><published>2008-01-06T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:27:49.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/R4EKDQpDznI/AAAAAAAAAdE/HW2E3S5Qui0/s1600-h/aguafo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152410499811626610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/R4EKDQpDznI/AAAAAAAAAdE/HW2E3S5Qui0/s400/aguafo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Creio no sol, mesmo quando não brilha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Creio no amor, mesmo quando não o sinto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Creio em Deus, mesmo quando se cala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-7926606838730984670?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/7926606838730984670/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=7926606838730984670' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/7926606838730984670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/7926606838730984670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2008/01/creio.html' title='Creio'/><author><name>Sandra Dantas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800312268352100327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/SYnd626XKLI/AAAAAAAABBY/shwiHj5oV3Y/S220/Video+call+snapshot+5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/R4EKDQpDznI/AAAAAAAAAdE/HW2E3S5Qui0/s72-c/aguafo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-2573922669241882389</id><published>2007-12-23T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:27:49.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Santo Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/R27o3ApDzYI/AAAAAAAAAaw/f3dpilqvfCA/s1600-h/Sagrfami1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147307455893720450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/R27o3ApDzYI/AAAAAAAAAaw/f3dpilqvfCA/s400/Sagrfami1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Queridos amigos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;desejo a todos vós um Natal cheio de Paz, Alegria, Ternura!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Que o Deus-Menino possa entrar verdadeiramente nos nossos corações, enchendo-os de todos os bons sentimentos que nos fazem viver em fraternidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Um grande abraço amigo a todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-2573922669241882389?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/2573922669241882389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=2573922669241882389' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/2573922669241882389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/2573922669241882389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2007/12/um-santo-natal.html' title='Um Santo Natal'/><author><name>Sandra Dantas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800312268352100327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/SYnd626XKLI/AAAAAAAABBY/shwiHj5oV3Y/S220/Video+call+snapshot+5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/R27o3ApDzYI/AAAAAAAAAaw/f3dpilqvfCA/s72-c/Sagrfami1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-3616670922063983921</id><published>2007-11-26T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:27:50.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faça-se</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/R0tdNllKKII/AAAAAAAAAYE/xF8DxPpJnVM/s1600-h/Eis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137302287953832066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/R0tdNllKKII/AAAAAAAAAYE/xF8DxPpJnVM/s400/Eis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-3616670922063983921?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/3616670922063983921/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=3616670922063983921' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/3616670922063983921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/3616670922063983921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2007/11/faa-se.html' title='Faça-se'/><author><name>Sandra Dantas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800312268352100327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/SYnd626XKLI/AAAAAAAABBY/shwiHj5oV3Y/S220/Video+call+snapshot+5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/R0tdNllKKII/AAAAAAAAAYE/xF8DxPpJnVM/s72-c/Eis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-7277673101240088643</id><published>2007-11-16T16:29:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:27:50.418-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notícia'/><title type='text'>Notícia publicada no Jornal Reconquista de 14.11.2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/Rz45TUbNLhI/AAAAAAAAA9U/BI3uAMpWjPk/s1600-h/100_0693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133603629312060946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/Rz45TUbNLhI/AAAAAAAAA9U/BI3uAMpWjPk/s400/100_0693.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Retaxo rezou por Darfur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fim de semana por Darfur! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"Retaxo acolheu o Missionário Comboniano Padre Leonel Claro, grande impulsionador da Campanha Por Darfur. No sábado, dia 10 de Novembro, foi realizada uma sessão de sensibilização e informação aberta a todos. Decorreu no salão paroquial, quase repleto,...ainda caberiam mais, mas, como nos dizia o orador..."....para estas coisas...estamos habituados a que não venha muita gente...", pois Darfur é longe... mas ainda assim existe! Algumas das imagens passadas chocaram, pela sua dureza. Uma explicação detalhada sobre o conflito, e o projecto do Padre Feliz da Costa Martins - Uma Escola em Nyala, foram igualmente focados. 400 mil mortos, desde 2003, e cerca de 2500 refugiados, são os números assustadores aos quais nenhum ser humano pode ficar indiferente. Indiferentes não ficaram as pessoas que marcaram presença, que num acto de solidariedade por este povo martirizado, escreveram cartas, assinaram a petição, contribuíram para a escola, adquiriram lembranças...fizeram um pouco do que podiam e ergueram a sua voz pelo povo de Darfur! No Domingo, o Pe. Leonel presidiu à Eucaristia, concelebrada pelo Cónego Amândio Tomé em Retaxo e Cebolais de Cima, e o povo de Darfur esteve presente entre nós! De tarde e ainda no salão paroquial de Retaxo, a exposição dos quadros da Campanha pôde ser vista por todos! O Pe. Leonel foi embora mas a Campanha continua em Retaxo! Assim, e já no próximo dia 24, tem lugar uma Vigília, na Capela de Nª Srª da Guia que vai juntar os povos de Retaxo e Cebolais de Cima.&lt;br /&gt;Elsa Sequeira/ José Luís "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pode ser lida em - &lt;a href="http://www.reconquista.pt/"&gt;http://www.reconquista.pt/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ou no jornal - Pág 33 &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/6032458807753742910-7277673101240088643?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/7277673101240088643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=7277673101240088643' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/7277673101240088643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/7277673101240088643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2007/11/notcia-publicada-no-jornal-reconquista.html' title='Notícia publicada no Jornal Reconquista de 14.11.2007'/><author><name>Elsa Sequeira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16940896557474372222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0001/358/419/DIMRSW358419-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/Rz45TUbNLhI/AAAAAAAAA9U/BI3uAMpWjPk/s72-c/100_0693.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-5766612646321383367</id><published>2007-11-08T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T15:36:05.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Que valha a Pena</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Amny84t3eIU"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Amny84t3eIU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-5766612646321383367?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/5766612646321383367/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=5766612646321383367' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/5766612646321383367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/5766612646321383367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2007/11/que-valha-pena.html' title='Que valha a Pena'/><author><name>Sandra Dantas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800312268352100327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/SYnd626XKLI/AAAAAAAABBY/shwiHj5oV3Y/S220/Video+call+snapshot+5.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-6968891610722382884</id><published>2007-10-23T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:27:50.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fé</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/Rx3xijZPJeI/AAAAAAAAAUY/vOi6eJBnKaI/s1600-h/Cal10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124517526936430050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/Rx3xijZPJeI/AAAAAAAAAUY/vOi6eJBnKaI/s400/Cal10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt; "A fé é garantia das coisas que se esperam e certeza daquelas que não se vêem." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heb 11,1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-6968891610722382884?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/6968891610722382884/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=6968891610722382884' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/6968891610722382884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/6968891610722382884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2007/10/f.html' title='A Fé'/><author><name>Sandra Dantas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800312268352100327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/SYnd626XKLI/AAAAAAAABBY/shwiHj5oV3Y/S220/Video+call+snapshot+5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/Rx3xijZPJeI/AAAAAAAAAUY/vOi6eJBnKaI/s72-c/Cal10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-657256875224751754</id><published>2007-10-09T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:27:50.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RwvaPTxq-AI/AAAAAAAAATo/XGYQEYqELYM/s1600-h/JJ000315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119425357978204162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RwvaPTxq-AI/AAAAAAAAATo/XGYQEYqELYM/s400/JJ000315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mesmo quando não se vê, o sol está presente!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-657256875224751754?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/657256875224751754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=657256875224751754' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/657256875224751754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/657256875224751754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2007/10/sol.html' title='Sol'/><author><name>Sandra Dantas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800312268352100327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/SYnd626XKLI/AAAAAAAABBY/shwiHj5oV3Y/S220/Video+call+snapshot+5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RwvaPTxq-AI/AAAAAAAAATo/XGYQEYqELYM/s72-c/JJ000315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-2828527748845939144</id><published>2007-10-03T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:27:51.138-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apelo'/><title type='text'>O pequenino Carlos MIguel precisa de ajuda!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/RwQCYFVOVDI/AAAAAAAAA3U/lhiQtbup53g/s1600-h/Carlos+Miguel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117217689371038770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/RwQCYFVOVDI/AAAAAAAAA3U/lhiQtbup53g/s320/Carlos+Miguel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Olá, eu sou o Carlos Miguel e tenho só 4 meses de idade.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso urgentemente da tua ajuda,&lt;br /&gt;pois tenho que fazer um&lt;br /&gt;transplante de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Medula Óssea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para poder viver.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;O Carlinhos trava neste momento uma luta com a vida...&lt;br /&gt;encontra-se no Hospital Pediátrico de Coimbra,&lt;br /&gt;é natural da Sertã, Concelho de Proença-a-Nova,&lt;br /&gt;e necessita urgentemente de um transplante de medula óssea,&lt;br /&gt;Todos somos chamados a defender a vida, por isso aqui fica o apelo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Vamos todos ajudar o pequenino Carlos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E para ajudar basta ter entre 18 e 45 anos!&lt;br /&gt;Os pais e amigos estão a apelar á solidariedade de todos,para que se mobilizem com vista a uma recolha de sangue&lt;br /&gt;para encontrar um dador de medula óssea compativel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;A Câmara Municipal de Proença a Nova&lt;br /&gt;está empenhada na divulgação e recolha&lt;br /&gt;de inscrições para dadores.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As inscrições podem ser feitas em:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Câmara Municipal de Proença-a-Nova&lt;br /&gt;Bombeiros Voluntários de Proença-a-Nova&lt;br /&gt;Café Ponto de Encontro (Proença)&lt;br /&gt;Oculista Jacinto ( Sertã)&lt;br /&gt;Creche Jardim Escola S. Casa Misericórdia ( Sertã)&lt;br /&gt;Agrupamento de Escolas (Sertã e Proença-a-Nova)&lt;br /&gt;Casa do Benfica de Proença-a-Nova&lt;br /&gt;Pronto a vestir Texano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E todos os que puderem ajudar&lt;br /&gt;esta criança que luta pela vida,&lt;br /&gt;podem fazê-lo enviando mail para:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:pelavidadocarlinhos@gmail.com"&gt;pelavidadocarlinhos@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outras informações, podem contactar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Paulo - 96 706 82 01&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;O Carlinhos precisa de VIVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos ajuda-lo para que um dia possa dizer - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Obrigado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Folheava o Jornal Reconquista (Semanário regional),&lt;br /&gt;que já nem era da semana que passou,&lt;br /&gt;procurava uma notícia, quando me deparei com este apelo: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bebé precisa de ajuda urgente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não podia ficar indiferente,&lt;br /&gt;quem sabe se não sou eu, ou tu&lt;br /&gt;o dador que o Carlinhos precisa! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-2828527748845939144?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/2828527748845939144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=2828527748845939144' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/2828527748845939144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/2828527748845939144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2007/10/ol-eu-sou-o-carlos-miguel-e-tenho-s-4.html' title='O pequenino Carlos MIguel precisa de ajuda!'/><author><name>Elsa Sequeira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16940896557474372222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0001/358/419/DIMRSW358419-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/RwQCYFVOVDI/AAAAAAAAA3U/lhiQtbup53g/s72-c/Carlos+Miguel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-6144479822756304037</id><published>2007-09-29T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:27:51.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Por Amor...Uma Carta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/Rv64clVOU-I/AAAAAAAAA2s/y2NWnsVNWVU/s1600-h/escrita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115729027936441314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/Rv64clVOU-I/AAAAAAAAA2s/y2NWnsVNWVU/s320/escrita.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Na era das novas tecnologias, na era do viver a vida sempre a correr, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;da falta constante de tempo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fomos pouco a pouco deixando de escrever cartas… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aquelas cartas escritas com o nosso pulso, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aquelas que retratam a nossa caligrafia e no fundo tanto de nós!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E se uma carta se transformasse num &lt;strong&gt;gesto de amor&lt;/strong&gt;…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estaríamos dispostos a parar um pouco para escrever uma carta?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;È este o novo apelo por &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Darfur!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Escrever uma carta,dirigida à Presidência da União Europeia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apelando por este povo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por Amor… &lt;strong&gt;uma Carta&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por tantas vidas inocentes…&lt;strong&gt;Uma Carta&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não percam tempo escrevam a vossa carta!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Publicai no vosso blog esta iniciativa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E peçam a todos os vossos contactos que façam o mesmo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Darfur precisa de um gesto de Amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As cartas (por correio ou por mail) deverão ser enviadas para:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por amor… Uma carta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CVJ – Missionários Combonianos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Areeiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3030-168 Coimbra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mail: &lt;a href="mailto:jovemissio@gmail.com"&gt;jovemissio@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS&lt;/strong&gt;: As cartas serão entregues na presidência da união europeia no mesmo momento da entrega da petição em curso &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Iniciativa Promovida por - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jovensemissao.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jovens e Missão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eu-estou-aki.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu Estou Aki&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toda a informação em -&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pordarfur.org/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.pordarfur.org&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-6144479822756304037?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/6144479822756304037/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=6144479822756304037' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/6144479822756304037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/6144479822756304037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2007/09/na-era-das-novas-tecnologias-na-era-do.html' title='Por Amor...Uma Carta!'/><author><name>Elsa Sequeira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16940896557474372222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0001/358/419/DIMRSW358419-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/Rv64clVOU-I/AAAAAAAAA2s/y2NWnsVNWVU/s72-c/escrita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-7141097432877166916</id><published>2007-09-11T07:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T07:19:54.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sim à Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PkfZxkwBdSY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PkfZxkwBdSY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-7141097432877166916?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/7141097432877166916/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=7141097432877166916' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/7141097432877166916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/7141097432877166916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2007/09/sim-vida.html' title='Sim à Vida'/><author><name>Sandra Dantas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800312268352100327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/SYnd626XKLI/AAAAAAAABBY/shwiHj5oV3Y/S220/Video+call+snapshot+5.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-6225122967935632130</id><published>2007-08-26T13:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:27:52.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Junta as tuas mãos.... por esta Causa!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/RtHllJylqFI/AAAAAAAAAyg/xFlw9AS8gTY/s1600-h/maos%205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103112279233505362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/RtHllJylqFI/AAAAAAAAAyg/xFlw9AS8gTY/s320/maos%25205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amigos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tenho andado nestes últimos dias, entre outras coisas, a recolher assinturas "Por Darfur", para espanto meu, eram poucos os que tinham conhecimento do drama humanitário que se vive em Darfur, mas depois de algumas explicações todos queriam assinar, e a "colheita" de assinaturas está a ser muito produtiva!Por isso pensei em vós, que por aqui passais, os que deixam a sua marca e tantos outros que eu nem sei quem são... porque não...juntar as vossas mãos ás nossas por esta causa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Darfur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;: o drama humano esquecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Em apenas quatro anos, morreram no Darfur, vítimas da guerra, da fome ou da doença pelo menos 200 mil pessoas - os piores prognósticos apontam para 400 mil - na sua larga maioria civis indefesos.Calcula-se que pelo menos 2,3 milhões de pessoas tenham sido obrigadas a deixar as suas casas e a procurar refúgio em campos onde estão totalmente dependentes das organizações humanitárias. Todos os dias morrem pessoas, a maior parte crianças, de todas as mais vulneráveis.Apesar do Tribunal Penal Internacional ter declarado a existência de práticas de Crimes de Guerra e Crimes contra a Humanidade e da ONU ter reconhecido a existência de indícios de um Genocídio, a tragédia da província sudanesa do Darfur arrasta-se desde Fevereiro de 2003, debaixo dos olhos de uma comunidade internacional pouco consequente.Os ataques às populações sucedem-se em redor dos próprios campos onde se concentram as populações deslocadas, não sendo garantida a sua segurança. As organizações de ajuda humanitária tem sido também alvos frequentes das milícias, que procuram paralisar a sua actuação, agravando ainda mais a situação de extrema debilidade de milhões de pessoas refugiadas.Entretanto o sofrimento causado pelo conflito já ultrapassou as fronteiras do Sudão, com milhares de refugiados a fugirem para o Chade (gerando por sua vez um número de deslocados internos que ascende já a 200 mil) e para a República Centro-Africana, aonde continuam a ser perseguidos pelas milicias Janjauid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103122037399201890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/RtHudJylqGI/AAAAAAAAAyo/-lq6JI3E12E/s320/darfurrr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A situação actual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A decisão da comunidade internacional do envio de uma força híbrida de Paz da ONU e da União Africana (UNAMID) para a região, tomada no passado dia 31 de Julho, muito embora tardia, vem finalmente trazer alguma esperança a estas populações.A pressão da sociedade civil parece ser agora fundamental para conseguir a pronta articulação internacional e a mobilização dos meios humanos e materiais necessários ao rápido estabelecimento de um contigente que garanta a segurança na região.Sabe-se que as milícias continuam a atacar e que cada dia de adiamento corresponde a muitas vidas que se perdem&lt;strong&gt;. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pordafur.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.pordafur.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Então, mãos á obra!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A Plataforma pelo Darfur está a recolher assinaturas para colocar a questão do Darfur na Agenda da Cimeira Europa-África que decorre em Lisboa a 8 e 9 de Dezembro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipetitions.com/petition/porDarfur/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.ipetitions.com/petition/porDarfur/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(assinatura online)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pordarfur.org/dlds/PETICAO_URGENCIA_UE_DARFUR.doc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.pordarfur.org/dlds/PETICAO_URGENCIA_UE_DARFUR.doc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(para imprimir, recolha de assinaturas junto das pessoas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amnistia-internacional.pt/dmdocuments/AA_Darfur.pdf"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.amnistia-internacional.pt/dmdocuments/AA_Darfur.pdf&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Apelo ao Embaixador da China, para imprimir, recolha de assintuaras junto das pessoas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amnistia-internacional.pt/dmdocuments/abaixo_assinado_China_pt.pdf"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.amnistia-internacional.pt/dmdocuments/abaixo_assinado_China_pt.pdf&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Texto em português do apelo ao Embaixador da China)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qualquer dúvida estou á vossa inteira disposição - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:nyny.sek@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nyny.sek@gmail.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Circula a campanha através dos teus contactos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;E se puderes recolher assinaturas, fá-lo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas mais melhor!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unimo-nos por Timor-Leste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora é a vez de dar a mão à população martirizada do Darfur.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque todos queremos viver num mundo de paz e onde todos sejamos respeitados enquanto seres humanos, não podemos ficar indiferentes a este drama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O povo martirizado do Darfur, agradece-vos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Este meu post foi levado e colocado nos seguintes blogs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://alfazenite.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://alfazenite.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bunnyslife.blogs.sapo.pt/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.bunnyslife.blogs.sapo.pt/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Unindo as nossas mãos, poderemos fazer a diferença!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-6225122967935632130?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/6225122967935632130/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=6225122967935632130' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/6225122967935632130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/6225122967935632130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2007/08/junta-as-tuas-mos-por-esta-causa.html' title='Junta as tuas mãos.... por esta Causa!!'/><author><name>Elsa Sequeira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16940896557474372222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0001/358/419/DIMRSW358419-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/RtHllJylqFI/AAAAAAAAAyg/xFlw9AS8gTY/s72-c/maos%25205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-8745876926340951635</id><published>2007-08-08T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:27:52.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RrnKJd-ya2I/AAAAAAAAAPE/KtoVgzz1WLs/s1600-h/Nuno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096326717362039650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RrnKJd-ya2I/AAAAAAAAAPE/KtoVgzz1WLs/s400/Nuno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Estamos em festa por aqui!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O Padrinho faz anos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MUITOS PARABÉNS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Obrigado pelos anos que já viveste &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;pois foram para todos nós um grande dom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Que Deus continue a abençoar cada um dos teus anos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;e que os possas partilhar connosco!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Um GRANDE ABRAÇO de todos nós!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-8745876926340951635?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/8745876926340951635/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=8745876926340951635' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/8745876926340951635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/8745876926340951635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2007/08/parabns.html' title='Parabéns'/><author><name>Sandra Dantas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800312268352100327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/SYnd626XKLI/AAAAAAAABBY/shwiHj5oV3Y/S220/Video+call+snapshot+5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RrnKJd-ya2I/AAAAAAAAAPE/KtoVgzz1WLs/s72-c/Nuno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-6369829365789115045</id><published>2007-08-04T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:27:52.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RrT0Od-yarI/AAAAAAAAAN0/O7j2LqXjCQw/s1600-h/pernasproar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094965607866198706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RrT0Od-yarI/AAAAAAAAAN0/O7j2LqXjCQw/s400/pernasproar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;É Tempo De SORRIR !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reserva tempo para traballhar&lt;br /&gt;Este é o preço do êxito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reserva tempo para pensar&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a fonte do saber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reserva tempo para divertir-se&lt;br /&gt;Este é o segredo da juventude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reserva tempo para ser amigo&lt;br /&gt;Este é o caminho da felicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Reserva tempo para sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Este é o meio de ligar uma estrela à sua vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reserva tempo para amar&lt;br /&gt;Este é um privilégio concedido por Deus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reserva tempo para ser útil ao próximo&lt;br /&gt;Pois a vida é demasiadamente curta para sermos egoístas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reserva tempo para sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a música da alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo é questão de preferência...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-6369829365789115045?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/6369829365789115045/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=6369829365789115045' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/6369829365789115045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/6369829365789115045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2007/08/tempo.html' title='Tempo'/><author><name>Sandra Dantas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800312268352100327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/SYnd626XKLI/AAAAAAAABBY/shwiHj5oV3Y/S220/Video+call+snapshot+5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RrT0Od-yarI/AAAAAAAAAN0/O7j2LqXjCQw/s72-c/pernasproar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-2001554765613738801</id><published>2007-07-24T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:27:52.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O festival Jota foi magnifico!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxtGDVcGU8o/RqaEHrXsYBI/AAAAAAAAAKc/XeiBIJp45dM/s1600-h/100_6235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090901696224976914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxtGDVcGU8o/RqaEHrXsYBI/AAAAAAAAAKc/XeiBIJp45dM/s320/100_6235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amigos! O &lt;strong&gt;Festival Jota...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Foi magnifico!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vão descobrir algumas emoções em:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://tj98.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tj98.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-2001554765613738801?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/2001554765613738801/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=2001554765613738801' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/2001554765613738801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/2001554765613738801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2007/07/o-festival-jota-foi-magnifico.html' title='O festival Jota foi magnifico!'/><author><name>123</name><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/_TxtGDVcGU8o/RqaEHrXsYBI/AAAAAAAAAKc/XeiBIJp45dM/s72-c/100_6235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-6760379992593493436</id><published>2007-07-19T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:27:53.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Festival Jota</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/Rp_n6z51ncI/AAAAAAAAAuo/BZLDgpp--Ao/s1600-h/header_festivaljota.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089041101503176130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="208" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/Rp_n6z51ncI/AAAAAAAAAuo/BZLDgpp--Ao/s320/header_festivaljota.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finalmente!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chegou .... o &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FESTIVAL JOTA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por isso dias &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20, 21 e 22&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   apareçam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se quiserem desfrutar da música que vai passar no Festival Jota, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;passem por:&lt;a href="http://festivaljota.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://festivaljota.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E toda a Informação em:&lt;a href="http://www.festivaljota.com/"&gt;http://www.festivaljota.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-6760379992593493436?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/6760379992593493436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=6760379992593493436' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/6760379992593493436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/6760379992593493436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2007/07/festival-jota.html' title='Festival Jota'/><author><name>Elsa Sequeira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16940896557474372222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0001/358/419/DIMRSW358419-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/Rp_n6z51ncI/AAAAAAAAAuo/BZLDgpp--Ao/s72-c/header_festivaljota.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-6278890840617575948</id><published>2007-07-15T16:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:27:53.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/Rpqx7ZAJBaI/AAAAAAAAAL0/vyp7Wav2gms/s1600-h/Tiago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087574362950272418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/Rpqx7ZAJBaI/AAAAAAAAAL0/vyp7Wav2gms/s400/Tiago.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RpqxfJAJBZI/AAAAAAAAALs/TtHWIUrSqaA/s1600-h/Tiago.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/6032458807753742910-6278890840617575948?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/6278890840617575948/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=6278890840617575948' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/6278890840617575948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/6278890840617575948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2007/07/parabns.html' title='Parabéns'/><author><name>Sandra Dantas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800312268352100327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/SYnd626XKLI/AAAAAAAABBY/shwiHj5oV3Y/S220/Video+call+snapshot+5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/Rpqx7ZAJBaI/AAAAAAAAAL0/vyp7Wav2gms/s72-c/Tiago.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-602287179624838863</id><published>2007-07-13T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:27:53.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ternura de Deus por ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RpfNjpAJBTI/AAAAAAAAAK8/pwPP6xcz-3U/s1600-h/bebedormir1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086760316323824946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RpfNjpAJBTI/AAAAAAAAAK8/pwPP6xcz-3U/s320/bebedormir1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hoje recebi uma mensagem linda que partilho convosco:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu não és produto do acaso.&lt;br /&gt;És um fruto acarinhado do Coração terno de Deus Pai.&lt;br /&gt;Com seus dedos de Artista, Ele te formou&lt;br /&gt;E fez de ti a maravilha que és.&lt;br /&gt;Ele projectou-Se em ti com um enlevo infinito.&lt;br /&gt;Ele te conhece, te ama e Se enternece por ti.&lt;br /&gt;Ele se orgulha de ti!&lt;br /&gt;Ele tem o teu nome escrito na palma da Sua mão direita.&lt;br /&gt;Ele nunca te deixa só.&lt;br /&gt;Se trabalhas, Ele está contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Se descansas, Ele vela a teu lado.&lt;br /&gt;Se te alegras, Ele faz uma festa.&lt;br /&gt;Se sofres, Ele te conforta.&lt;br /&gt;Se cais, Ele te levanta.&lt;br /&gt;Se O esqueces, Ele te estende os braços.&lt;br /&gt;Ele é o sol da tua vida,&lt;br /&gt;A água da tua sede,&lt;br /&gt;A meta dos teus passos,&lt;br /&gt;A essência do teu ser!&lt;br /&gt;Nele vives&lt;br /&gt;Por Ele deves sempre suspirar,&lt;br /&gt;A Ele sempre e só adorar.&lt;br /&gt;Ele te aquieta&lt;br /&gt;Te tranquiliza, te pacifica.&lt;br /&gt;Ele te toca e te transforma.&lt;br /&gt;Vive na Sua presença,&lt;br /&gt;Acolhe o Seu Amor,&lt;br /&gt;Sê FELIZ!&lt;br /&gt;(ver Sl. 138) &lt;/span&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/6032458807753742910-602287179624838863?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/602287179624838863/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=602287179624838863' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/602287179624838863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/602287179624838863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2007/07/ternura-de-deus-por-ti.html' title='A Ternura de Deus por ti'/><author><name>Sandra Dantas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800312268352100327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/SYnd626XKLI/AAAAAAAABBY/shwiHj5oV3Y/S220/Video+call+snapshot+5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RpfNjpAJBTI/AAAAAAAAAK8/pwPP6xcz-3U/s72-c/bebedormir1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-4350042836806308518</id><published>2007-07-05T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:27:54.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/Ro1oXXeDNjI/AAAAAAAAAsA/XPkSaEPvbGc/s1600-h/ami25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083834305017493042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/Ro1oXXeDNjI/AAAAAAAAAsA/XPkSaEPvbGc/s400/ami25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-4350042836806308518?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/4350042836806308518/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=4350042836806308518' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/4350042836806308518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/4350042836806308518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2007/07/amigo.html' title='Amigo...'/><author><name>Elsa Sequeira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16940896557474372222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0001/358/419/DIMRSW358419-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/Ro1oXXeDNjI/AAAAAAAAAsA/XPkSaEPvbGc/s72-c/ami25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-4945353119870778139</id><published>2007-06-26T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:27:54.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depende de Ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RoDA7lOE0TI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/vWy9DU0ABvM/s1600-h/floresroxas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080272509509882162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RoDA7lOE0TI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/vWy9DU0ABvM/s320/floresroxas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A paz que tu reclamas e tentas encontrar...depende de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A compreensão que tu reivindicas a cada passo...depende de ti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A bondade que tu admiras nas pessoas...e sonhas possuir...depende de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O diálogo, base de toda a convivência.. .depende de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A abertura que é o caminho para a renovação...depende de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A realização que tu julgas essencial...depende de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O amor que tu queres encontrar no outro...depende de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pondera:Queixar-te ou produzir, atrapalhar ou servir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;desprezar ou valorizar, revoltar-se ou colaborar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;adoecer ou curar-se, rebaixar-se ou abrir-se, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;estacionar ou progredir é uma questão de escolha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-4945353119870778139?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/4945353119870778139/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=4945353119870778139' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/4945353119870778139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/4945353119870778139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2007/06/depende-de-ti.html' title='Depende de Ti'/><author><name>Sandra Dantas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800312268352100327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/SYnd626XKLI/AAAAAAAABBY/shwiHj5oV3Y/S220/Video+call+snapshot+5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RoDA7lOE0TI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/vWy9DU0ABvM/s72-c/floresroxas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-1260724459203558114</id><published>2007-06-04T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:27:54.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O reino deste mundo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072329447872384290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxtGDVcGU8o/RmSIwiwvzSI/AAAAAAAAAHY/w-92c7Y-VoE/s320/ermida2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um velho ermitão foi certa vez convidado para ir até a corte do rei mais poderoso daquela época.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eu invejo um homem santo, que se contenta com tão pouco – comentou o soberano.&lt;br /&gt;- Eu invejo Vossa Majestade, que se contenta com menos que eu - respondeu o ermitão.&lt;br /&gt;- Como você me diz isto, se todo este país me pertence? - disse o rei, ofendido.&lt;br /&gt;- Justamente por isso. Eu tenho a música das esferas celestes, tenho os rios e as montanhas do mundo inteiro, tenho a lua e o sol, porque tenho Deus na minha alma. Vossa Majestade, porém, tem apenas este reino."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Paulo Coelho - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-1260724459203558114?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/1260724459203558114/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=1260724459203558114' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/1260724459203558114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/1260724459203558114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2007/06/o-reino-deste-mundo.html' title='O reino deste mundo...'/><author><name>123</name><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/_TxtGDVcGU8o/RmSIwiwvzSI/AAAAAAAAAHY/w-92c7Y-VoE/s72-c/ermida2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-1136663631912417349</id><published>2007-05-23T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:27:54.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RlROoIS0zuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/8m1WO9FGQ9k/s1600-h/folhas3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067761932026826466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RlROoIS0zuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/8m1WO9FGQ9k/s320/folhas3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Existem pessoas na nossa vida que nos deixam felizes pelo simples facto de terem aparecido no nosso caminho. Algumas vão ao nosso lado, vendo muitas luas passarem, mas outras vemos apenas entre um passo e outro. A todas elas chamamos de amigo.&lt;br /&gt;Há muitos tipos de amigos. Talvez cada folha de uma árvore caracterize um deles.&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro que nasce do broto e o amigo pai e o amigo ame. Mostram o que é ter vida. Depois vem o amigo irmão, com quem dividimos o nosso espaço para que ele floresça como nós. Passamos a conhecer toda a família de folhas, a qual respeitamos e desejamos o bem. Mas o destino apresenta-nos outros amigos, os quais não sabíamos que iam aparecer no nosso caminho. Muitos desses denominados amigos do peito, do coração. São sinceros, são verdadeiros. Sabem quando não estamos bem, sabem o que nos faz feliz...&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes, um desses amigos do peito estala o nosso coração e então passa de amigo a namorado. Esse dá brilho aos nossos olhos, música aos nossos lábios, pulos aos nossos pés.&lt;br /&gt;Mas também há aqueles amigos por um tempo, talvez umas férias ou mesmo um dia ou uma hora. Esses costumam colocar muitos sorrisos na nossa face, durante o tempo que estamos por perto. Falando em perto, não podemos esquecer dos amigos distantes.&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles que ficam nas pontas dos galhos, mas que quando o vento sopra, sempre aparecem novamente entre uma folha e outra. O tempo passa, o verão vai-se, o outono aproxima-se, e perdemos algumas das nossas folhas. Algumas nascem num outro verão e outras permanecem por muitas estações. Mas o que nos deixa mais felizes é que as que caíram continuam por perto, continuam alimentando a nossa raiz com alegria. Lembranças de momentos maravilhosos enquanto cruzavam com o nosso caminho. Desejo-te a ti, folha da minha árvore, Paz, Amor, Saúde, Sucesso, Prosperidade... Hoje e Sempre... simplesmente porque: Cada pessoa que passa na nossa vida é única. Sempre deixa um pouco de si e leva um pouco de nós. Há os que levaram muito, mas não há os que não deixaram nada. Esta é a maior responsabilidade da nossa vida e a prova evidente de que duas almas não se encontram por acaso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Autor Desconhecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-1136663631912417349?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/1136663631912417349/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=1136663631912417349' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/1136663631912417349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/1136663631912417349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2007/05/amigo.html' title='Amigo'/><author><name>Sandra Dantas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800312268352100327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/SYnd626XKLI/AAAAAAAABBY/shwiHj5oV3Y/S220/Video+call+snapshot+5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RlROoIS0zuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/8m1WO9FGQ9k/s72-c/folhas3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-8788675191581470446</id><published>2007-05-14T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:27:55.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chamo-me felicidade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/RkjF55a6RTI/AAAAAAAAAcM/AZExVCUvnyw/s1600-h/menina_feliz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064515379435029810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/RkjF55a6RTI/AAAAAAAAAcM/AZExVCUvnyw/s400/menina_feliz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faço parte da vida daqueles que tem amigos,&lt;br /&gt;pois ter amigos é ser Feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Faço parte da vida daqueles que vivem&lt;br /&gt;cercados por pessoas como você,&lt;br /&gt;pois viver assim é ser Feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faço parte da vida daqueles que acreditam&lt;br /&gt;que ontem é passado,&lt;br /&gt;amanhã é futuro&lt;br /&gt;e hoje é uma dádiva,&lt;br /&gt;por isso chamado presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faço parte da vida daqueles&lt;br /&gt;que acreditam na força do Amor,&lt;br /&gt;que acreditam que para uma história&lt;br /&gt;bonita não há ponto final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou casada, sabiam?&lt;br /&gt;Sou casada com o Tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Ah... O tempo é lindo!&lt;br /&gt;Ele resolve todos os problemas.&lt;br /&gt;Ele reconstrói corações,&lt;br /&gt;ele cura machucados,&lt;br /&gt;ele vence a Tristeza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juntos, eu e o Tempo tivemos três filhos:&lt;br /&gt;A Amizade, a Sabedoria e o Amor.&lt;br /&gt;A Amizade é a filha mais velha.&lt;br /&gt;Uma menina linda, sincera, alegre.&lt;br /&gt;A Amizade brilha como o sol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Amizade une pessoas,&lt;br /&gt;pretende nunca ferir,&lt;br /&gt;sempre consolar.&lt;br /&gt;A do meio é a Sabedoria...&lt;br /&gt;culta, íntegra,&lt;br /&gt;sempre foi mais apegada ao Pai,&lt;br /&gt;o Tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Sabedoria e o Tempo&lt;br /&gt;andam sempre juntos!&lt;br /&gt;O do meio é o Amor.&lt;br /&gt;Ah! como esse me dá trabalho!&lt;br /&gt;É teimoso,&lt;br /&gt;às vezes só quer morar  num lugar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vivo dizendo:&lt;br /&gt;Amor, você foi feito&lt;br /&gt;para morar em dois corações,&lt;br /&gt;não em apenas num...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Amor é complexo,&lt;br /&gt;mas é lindo, muito lindo!&lt;br /&gt;Quando ele começa a fazer estragos&lt;br /&gt;eu chamo logo o pai dele,&lt;br /&gt; o Tempo..&lt;br /&gt;.e aí o Tempo sai fechando todas as feridas&lt;br /&gt;que o Amor abriu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma pessoa muito importante ensinou-me uma coisa...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo no final sempre dá certo,&lt;br /&gt;se ainda não deu, é porque não chegou o final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, acredite sempre na minha família!&lt;br /&gt;Acredite no Tempo, na Amizade,na Sabedoria&lt;br /&gt;e principalmente no Amor...&lt;br /&gt;Aí, com certeza um dia, eu,&lt;br /&gt;a Felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;baterei à tua porta !&lt;br /&gt;Tenha Tempo para os Sonhos...&lt;br /&gt;Eles conduzem sua carruagem para as Estrelas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(desconheço a autoria)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-8788675191581470446?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/8788675191581470446/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=8788675191581470446' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/8788675191581470446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/8788675191581470446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2007/05/chamo-me-felicidade.html' title='Chamo-me felicidade!'/><author><name>Elsa Sequeira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16940896557474372222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0001/358/419/DIMRSW358419-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/RkjF55a6RTI/AAAAAAAAAcM/AZExVCUvnyw/s72-c/menina_feliz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-985355022506777250</id><published>2007-05-12T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:27:55.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maria...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/RkZOCpa6RRI/AAAAAAAAAb8/eDw9h4rqGJ0/s1600-h/fatima_statue2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063820638410130706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/RkZOCpa6RRI/AAAAAAAAAb8/eDw9h4rqGJ0/s400/fatima_statue2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Maria,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Foste jovem como nós,&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vimos Mãe da nossa juventude,&lt;br /&gt;Pedir-te coisas para nós:&lt;br /&gt;Não permitas que caiamos&lt;br /&gt;Em falsas liberdades&lt;br /&gt;Que só nos impedem de viver de cabeça erguida;&lt;br /&gt;Não permitas que nos deixemos envenenar&lt;br /&gt;Pelo egoísmo&lt;br /&gt;Que nos cega aos outros&lt;br /&gt;E mata a solidariedade;&lt;br /&gt;Não permitas que busquemos na vida apenas o prazer&lt;br /&gt;Recusando todo o esforço&lt;br /&gt;Por uma sociedade melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Maria,&lt;br /&gt;Fostes jovem como nós,&lt;br /&gt;Ajuda-nos a crescer numa fé mais pessoal,&lt;br /&gt;A formar comunidades vivas&lt;br /&gt;E a empenhar-nos na nova criação.&lt;br /&gt;Maria,&lt;br /&gt;Contigo daremos um sentido novo à nossa juventude.&lt;br /&gt;       Ámen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-985355022506777250?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/985355022506777250/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=985355022506777250' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/985355022506777250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/985355022506777250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2007/05/maria.html' title='Maria...'/><author><name>Elsa Sequeira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16940896557474372222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0001/358/419/DIMRSW358419-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/RkZOCpa6RRI/AAAAAAAAAb8/eDw9h4rqGJ0/s72-c/fatima_statue2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-8333762113171611321</id><published>2007-05-05T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:27:56.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia da Mãe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/Rj0ncBCJf5I/AAAAAAAAAaU/IghTggj1tEA/s1600-h/maria+-+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061244918501572498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/Rj0ncBCJf5I/AAAAAAAAAaU/IghTggj1tEA/s400/maria+-+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;strong&gt;Mãe dos Jovens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mãe, ouve-me!&lt;br /&gt;Minha prece é um grito na noite…&lt;br /&gt;Mãe, vale-me!&lt;br /&gt;Nesta noite da minha juventude…&lt;br /&gt;Mãe, salva-me!&lt;br /&gt;Mil perigos me assaltam na vida…&lt;br /&gt;Mãe, enche-me!&lt;br /&gt;De esperança de amor e de fé.&lt;br /&gt;Mãe, guia-me,&lt;br /&gt;Pois nas sombras não vejo o caminho!&lt;br /&gt;Mãe leva-me,&lt;br /&gt;Que a teu lado feliz cantarei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mãe - uma flor…&lt;br /&gt;Uma flor com espinhos é bela!&lt;br /&gt;Mãe - um amor…&lt;br /&gt;Um amor é feliz ao nascer!&lt;br /&gt;Mãe, a sorrir…&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando se chora na alma.&lt;br /&gt;Mãe, construir…&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando se volta a cair.&lt;br /&gt;Mãe, não sou mais&lt;br /&gt;Que o desejo e a carne que lutam.&lt;br /&gt;Mãe, sou só teu:&lt;br /&gt;Em teus braços me quero abrigar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Desconheço autor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061245652940980130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="175" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/Rj0oGxCJf6I/AAAAAAAAAac/QWBw_s-ueaY/s400/rosas+brancas.bmp" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Para todos que passam, deixo-vos Rosas, em especial para as Mães!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-8333762113171611321?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/8333762113171611321/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=8333762113171611321' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/8333762113171611321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/8333762113171611321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2007/05/dia-da-me.html' title='Dia da Mãe!'/><author><name>Elsa Sequeira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16940896557474372222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0001/358/419/DIMRSW358419-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/Rj0ncBCJf5I/AAAAAAAAAaU/IghTggj1tEA/s72-c/maria+-+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-9054453424682396289</id><published>2007-04-29T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T04:17:06.203-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sandra Dantas'/><title type='text'>Maria de Nazaré</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vJNRwARvRyE"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vJNRwARvRyE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-9054453424682396289?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/9054453424682396289/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=9054453424682396289' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/9054453424682396289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/9054453424682396289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2007/04/maria-de-nazar.html' title='Maria de Nazaré'/><author><name>Sandra Dantas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800312268352100327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/SYnd626XKLI/AAAAAAAABBY/shwiHj5oV3Y/S220/Video+call+snapshot+5.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-7333134488491160195</id><published>2007-04-17T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:27:56.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para Ti, Linda!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RiVjdkrdVfI/AAAAAAAAAH4/cS-VWKdI83s/s1600-h/Elsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054555516506559986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RiVjdkrdVfI/AAAAAAAAAH4/cS-VWKdI83s/s400/Elsa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-7333134488491160195?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/7333134488491160195/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=7333134488491160195' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/7333134488491160195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/7333134488491160195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2007/04/para-ti-linda.html' title='Para Ti, Linda!!!'/><author><name>Sandra Dantas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800312268352100327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/SYnd626XKLI/AAAAAAAABBY/shwiHj5oV3Y/S220/Video+call+snapshot+5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RiVjdkrdVfI/AAAAAAAAAH4/cS-VWKdI83s/s72-c/Elsa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-6549624047139838076</id><published>2007-04-04T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:27:56.510-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sandra Dantas'/><title type='text'>Exemplo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RhQkLqquWNI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_2RXOijjrH8/s1600-h/jesuscpaonamaograv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049700865039816914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RhQkLqquWNI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_2RXOijjrH8/s320/jesuscpaonamaograv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dei-vos o exemplo, para que, como Eu fiz, o façais vós também!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-6549624047139838076?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/6549624047139838076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=6549624047139838076' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/6549624047139838076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/6549624047139838076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2007/04/exemplo.html' title='Exemplo'/><author><name>Sandra Dantas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800312268352100327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/SYnd626XKLI/AAAAAAAABBY/shwiHj5oV3Y/S220/Video+call+snapshot+5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RhQkLqquWNI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_2RXOijjrH8/s72-c/jesuscpaonamaograv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-8814431088005506313</id><published>2007-04-01T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:27:56.732-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sandra Dantas'/><title type='text'>25 Cêntimos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RhAzJV9f7jI/AAAAAAAAAG4/0CykWp1zxBA/s1600-h/borboleta2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048591417889254962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RhAzJV9f7jI/AAAAAAAAAG4/0CykWp1zxBA/s320/borboleta2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Alguns anos atrás, um padre mudou-se para Houston, Texas/EUA.&lt;br /&gt;Poucos dias depois de ter chegado, teve que ir de autocarro de sua casa até ao centro da cidade.&lt;br /&gt;Quando se sentou, descobriu ter recebido 25 cêntimos a mais no troco pelo que pagara pelo bilhete.&lt;br /&gt;Considerando o que deveria fazer, pensou:&lt;br /&gt;- É melhor devolver os 25 cêntimos. Seria errado ficar com eles.&lt;br /&gt;Mas depois pensou:&lt;br /&gt;- Oh!, esquece.&lt;br /&gt;São apenas 25 cêntimos.&lt;br /&gt;Quem se preocuparia por quantia tão pequena?&lt;br /&gt;Além do mais, a empresa de autocarros já tem bastante; nunca sentirão a falta. Aceite-o como um presente e fique quieto.&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegou ao ponto onde desceria do autocarro, parou momentaneamente na porta, então entregou a moeda ao motorista e disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Tome, você deu-me troco a mais.O motorista, com um sorriso, respondeu,&lt;br /&gt;- Você não é o novo padre?&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho pensado em ir ouvi-lo. Eu queria apenas ver o que você faria se eu lhe desse troco a mais.&lt;br /&gt;Quando o nosso amigo saiu do autocarro, agarrou-se literalmente ao poste mais próximo, e disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Oh! Meu Deus, perdoa-me! Eu quase vendi o teu filho por vinte e cinco cêntimos!&lt;br /&gt;Pensemos nisto!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-8814431088005506313?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/8814431088005506313/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=8814431088005506313' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/8814431088005506313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/8814431088005506313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2007/04/25-cntimos.html' title='25 Cêntimos'/><author><name>Sandra Dantas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800312268352100327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/SYnd626XKLI/AAAAAAAABBY/shwiHj5oV3Y/S220/Video+call+snapshot+5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RhAzJV9f7jI/AAAAAAAAAG4/0CykWp1zxBA/s72-c/borboleta2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-2177832700417977800</id><published>2007-03-20T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:27:56.946-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sandra Dantas'/><title type='text'>Deficiências</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/Rf-jJdIzQ_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/psIpWBKGq9Y/s1600-h/caracolbranco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043929490513937394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/Rf-jJdIzQ_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/psIpWBKGq9Y/s320/caracolbranco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Deficiente"&lt;/span&gt; - é aquele que não consegue modificar a sua vida, aceitando as imposições de outras pessoas ou da sociedade em que vive, sem ter consciência de que é dono do seu destino. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Louco" &lt;/span&gt;- é quem não procura ser feliz com o que possui. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Cego"&lt;/span&gt; - é aquele que não vê o seu próximo a morrer de frio, de fome, de miséria. E só tem olhos para os seus míseros problemas e pequenas dores. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Surdo"&lt;/span&gt; - é aquele que não tem tempo de ouvir um desabafo de um amigo, ou o apelo de um irmão, pois está sempre apressado para o trabalho e quer garantir os seus tostões no fim do mês. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Mudo"&lt;/span&gt; - é aquele que não consegue dizer o que sente e esconde-se por trás da máscara da hipocrisia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Paralítico"&lt;/span&gt; - é quem não consegue andar na direcção daqueles que precisam de sua ajuda. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Diabético"&lt;/span&gt; - é quem não consegue ser doce. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Anão"&lt;/span&gt; - é quem não sabe deixar o amor crescer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E, finalmente, a pior das deficiências é ser miserável, pois &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Miseráveis"&lt;/span&gt; são todos que não conseguem falar com Deus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A amizade é um amor que nunca morre."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-2177832700417977800?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/2177832700417977800/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=2177832700417977800' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/2177832700417977800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/2177832700417977800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2007/03/deficincias.html' title='Deficiências'/><author><name>Sandra Dantas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800312268352100327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/SYnd626XKLI/AAAAAAAABBY/shwiHj5oV3Y/S220/Video+call+snapshot+5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/Rf-jJdIzQ_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/psIpWBKGq9Y/s72-c/caracolbranco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-1558465195785091737</id><published>2007-03-13T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:27:57.295-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elsa sequeira'/><title type='text'>Vive...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041567602882404050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="354" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/Rfc_BgDsXtI/AAAAAAAAAOw/IYhNTMwhI48/s400/menina_rosa.jpg" width="344" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso VIVE intensamente, desfrutando de tudo o que a vida te oferece, fazendo pleno uso da tua LIBERDADE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-1558465195785091737?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/1558465195785091737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=1558465195785091737' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/1558465195785091737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/1558465195785091737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2007/03/vive.html' title='Vive...'/><author><name>Elsa Sequeira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16940896557474372222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0001/358/419/DIMRSW358419-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/Rfc_BgDsXtI/AAAAAAAAAOw/IYhNTMwhI48/s72-c/menina_rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-765707977151748974</id><published>2007-02-24T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:27:57.475-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elsa sequeira'/><title type='text'>O pranto da areia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/ReAwBI_BDtI/AAAAAAAAAK8/GKsSl8BigU0/s1600-h/Deserto+20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035077179550011090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/ReAwBI_BDtI/AAAAAAAAAK8/GKsSl8BigU0/s400/Deserto+20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Assim que chegou a Marrakesh, o missionário resolveu que passearia todas as manhãs pelo deserto que ficava nos limites da cidade. Na sua primeira caminhada, notou um homem deitado nas areias, com a mão acariciando o solo, e o ouvido colado na terra.&lt;br /&gt;“É um louco”, disse para si mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas a cena repetiu-se todos os dias, e passado um mês, intrigado com aquele comportamento estranho, ele resolveu dirigir-se ao estranho. Com muita dificuldade – já que ainda não falava árabe fluentemente – ajoelhou-se ao seu lado.&lt;br /&gt;- O que estás a fazer?&lt;br /&gt;- Faço companhia ao deserto, e o consolo por sua solidão e suas lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;- Não sabia que o deserto era capaz de chorar.&lt;br /&gt;- Ele chora todos os dias, porque tem o sonho de tornar-se útil ao homem, e transformar-se num imenso jardim, onde se pudesse cultivar cereal, flores, e carneiros.&lt;br /&gt;- Pois diga ao deserto que ele cumpre bem a sua missão – comentou o missionário. – Cada vez que caminho por aqui, entendo a verdadeira dimensão do ser humano, pois o seu espaço aberto me permite ver como somos pequenos diante de Deus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando olho as suas areias, imagino as milhões de pessoas no mundo, que foram criadas iguais, embora nem sempre o mundo seja justo com todos. As suas montanhas me ajudam a meditar. Ao ver o sol nascendo no horizonte, minha alma se enche de alegria, e me aproximo do Criador.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O missionário deixou o homem, e voltou para os seus afazeres diários. Qual foi sua surpresa, na manhã seguinte, ao encontra-lo no mesmo lugar, e na mesma posição.&lt;br /&gt;- Você comentou com o deserto tudo que lhe disse? – perguntou.&lt;br /&gt;O homem acenou afirmativamente com a cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;- E mesmo assim ele continua chorando?&lt;br /&gt;- Posso escutar cada um de seus soluços. Agora ele chora porque passou milhares de anos pensando que era completamente inútil, e desperdiçou todo este tempo blasfemando contra Deus e seu destino.&lt;br /&gt;- Pois conte para ele que, apesar do ser humano ter uma vida muito mais curta, também passa muitos de seus dias pensando que é inútil. Raramente descobre a razão do seu destino, e acha que Deus foi injusto com ele. Quando chega o momento em que, finalmente, algum acontecimento lhe mostra o porque de ter nascido, acha que é muito tarde para mudar de vida, e continua sofrendo. E como o deserto, culpa-se pelo tempo que perdeu.&lt;br /&gt;- Não sei se o deserto ouvirá – disse o homem. – Ele já está acostumado com a dor, e não consegue ver as coisas de outra maneira.&lt;br /&gt;- Então vamos fazer aquilo que eu sempre faço quando sinto que as pessoas perderam a esperança. Vamos rezar.&lt;br /&gt;Os dois ajoelharam-se e rezaram; um virou-se em direção a Meca porque era muçulmano, o outro colocou as mãos juntas em prece, porque era católico. Rezaram cada um para o seu Deus, que sempre foi o mesmo Deus, embora as pessoas insistissem em chamá-lo por nomes diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;No dia seguinte, quando o missionário retomou a sua caminhada matinal, o homem não estava mais lá. No lugar onde costumava abraçar a areia, o solo parecia molhado, já que uma pequena fonte tinha nascido. Nos meses que se seguiram, esta fonte cresceu, e os habitantes da cidade construíram um poço em torno dela. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Os beduínos chamam o lugar de “Poço das lágrimas do deserto”. Dizem que todo aquele que beber de sua água, irá conseguir transformar o motivo do seu sofrimento, na razão da sua alegria; e terminará encontrando seu verdadeiro destino. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In - Guerreiro da Luz Online - Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-765707977151748974?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/765707977151748974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=765707977151748974' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/765707977151748974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/765707977151748974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2007/02/o-pranto-da-areia.html' title='O pranto da areia'/><author><name>Elsa Sequeira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16940896557474372222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0001/358/419/DIMRSW358419-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/ReAwBI_BDtI/AAAAAAAAAK8/GKsSl8BigU0/s72-c/Deserto+20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-8754756350320662635</id><published>2007-02-18T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:27:57.756-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sandra Dantas'/><title type='text'>O meu Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RdiO_5EwzZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/NFh3JXrHArs/s1600-h/bebecolo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032929811890228626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RdiO_5EwzZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/NFh3JXrHArs/s320/bebecolo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Eu não te falo do meu Deus. Olha para a minha humanidade e através &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;da minha humanidade perceberás quem é o meu Deus!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Teófilo de Antioquia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-8754756350320662635?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/8754756350320662635/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=8754756350320662635' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/8754756350320662635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/8754756350320662635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2007/02/o-meu-deus.html' title='O meu Deus'/><author><name>Sandra Dantas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800312268352100327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/SYnd626XKLI/AAAAAAAABBY/shwiHj5oV3Y/S220/Video+call+snapshot+5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RdiO_5EwzZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/NFh3JXrHArs/s72-c/bebecolo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-1454338405452275869</id><published>2007-02-04T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:27:57.959-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sandra Dantas'/><title type='text'>Eu Queria Ser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RcX0K7T2_gI/AAAAAAAAAEA/AnVdkvWx83o/s1600-h/cachoeiramucu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027693027585883650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RcX0K7T2_gI/AAAAAAAAAEA/AnVdkvWx83o/s320/cachoeiramucu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;VIDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;, Para fazer nascer os que estão a morrer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SOL&lt;/span&gt;, Para fazer brilhar os que não possuem lua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;LUZ&lt;/span&gt;, Para iluminar os que vivem na escuridão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CHUVA&lt;/span&gt;, Para correr toda a terra, molhar os campos secos e devastados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;LÁGRIMA&lt;/span&gt;, Para fazer chorar os corações insensíveis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;VOZ&lt;/span&gt;, Para fazer falar os que sempre se ocultaram...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CANTO&lt;/span&gt;, Para alegrar os que vivem na tristeza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;LUAR&lt;/span&gt;, Para brilhar na noite dos amores incompreendidos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;FLOR&lt;/span&gt;, Para enfeitar os jardins no outono...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SILÊNCIO&lt;/span&gt;, Para fazer calar as vozes que atordoam o coração do homem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SINO&lt;/span&gt;, Para repicar os Natais dos que possuem recordação amarga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;DOR&lt;/span&gt;, Para amargar no peito dos infiéis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;GRITO&lt;/span&gt;, Para gritar a dor dos que sofrem no silêncio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;OLHOS&lt;/span&gt;, Para fazer enxergar os cegos de Verdade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;FORÇA&lt;/span&gt;, Para fugir dos que utilizam para o mal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SORRISO&lt;/span&gt;, Para encantar os lábios dos amargurados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SONHO&lt;/span&gt;, Para colorir o sono dos realistas petrificados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;VÁCUO&lt;/span&gt;, Para trazer de volta os que partiram deixando saudades...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;AMANHECER&lt;/span&gt;, Para fazer um dia a mais de felicidade sobre a Terra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;NOITE&lt;/span&gt;, Para acalentar os que lutam durante o dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt;, Para unir as pessoas ... e lhes dizer que sou apenas uma delas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ir de micro em micro passando uma mensagem de alegria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Desconheço o autor.&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/6032458807753742910-1454338405452275869?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/1454338405452275869/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=1454338405452275869' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/1454338405452275869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/1454338405452275869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2007/02/eu-queria-ser.html' title='Eu Queria Ser'/><author><name>Sandra Dantas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800312268352100327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/SYnd626XKLI/AAAAAAAABBY/shwiHj5oV3Y/S220/Video+call+snapshot+5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RcX0K7T2_gI/AAAAAAAAAEA/AnVdkvWx83o/s72-c/cachoeiramucu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-5884315658972697539</id><published>2007-01-25T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:27:58.295-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elsa sequeira'/><title type='text'>Viver é...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/RbkySt5yGrI/AAAAAAAAAEY/50BTYAx3Y6w/s1600-h/maos+que+dÃ£o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024102156449487538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/RbkySt5yGrI/AAAAAAAAAEY/50BTYAx3Y6w/s400/maos+que+d%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Viver, será apenas respirar oxigênio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Viver, será apenas o bater do coração?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ou será que viver é aproveitar intensamente a vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sim, o que entendemos por viver?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Viver é amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Viver é sofrer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Viver é sorrir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Viver é dar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Viver é receber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sim, somente amando o próximo como a nós mesmos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sofrendo com nosso semelhante a sua dor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sorrindo para aquele que já esqueceu de sorrir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;dando um pouco de nós mesmo a quem nada tem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;recebendo um pouco daquele que tem menos ainda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sim, isto é viver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Se nós procurarmos enxugar a lágrima do próximo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;não teremos tempo de soltar a nossa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;se dermos um pouco do nosso calor humano, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;não teremos tempo de sentir frio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;se amarmos o nosso inimigo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;que é quem mais precisa de amor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;não teremos tempo de sentir solidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sim, isto é viver...&lt;br /&gt;Viver é uma maneira maravilhosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;de aproveitar este dom maravilhoso que é a vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;e não passar pela vida em tal alheamento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;que ao chegar ao fim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;nem se sabe que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;viveu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Marilena F Basso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-5884315658972697539?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/5884315658972697539/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=5884315658972697539' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/5884315658972697539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/5884315658972697539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2007/01/viver.html' title='Viver é...'/><author><name>Elsa Sequeira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16940896557474372222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0001/358/419/DIMRSW358419-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/RbkySt5yGrI/AAAAAAAAAEY/50BTYAx3Y6w/s72-c/maos+que+d%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-8747489028807012200</id><published>2007-01-18T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:27:58.814-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elsa sequeira'/><title type='text'>Filho!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/Ra_9fsUPLDI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4GMoqAHE3l0/s1600-h/bebe+-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021510830455204914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="400" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/Ra_9fsUPLDI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4GMoqAHE3l0/s400/bebe+-2.jpg" width="304" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Era Outono, e as folhas começavam a desprender-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dos seus ramos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O sol começou a ir embora mais cedo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mas, eu tinha mais Luz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Para me iluminar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;antes do sol,E também depois do sol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Senti a tua vida, desde o princípio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Não necessitava relatórios médicos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nem análises ou contra-análises,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Senti que eras eu, mas um eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Que não cabia em mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Que era muito grande,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Foi aí que entendi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eras eu...mas eras já muito mais &lt;strong&gt;tu&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Não tinhas rosto, mas eu já te amava,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Era o amor que estava em mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eras &lt;strong&gt;tu&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Que provinhas do amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Que estavas no amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E que eras para o amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tu eras o amor em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E eu para ti, também era o amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O primeiro que conheceste!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Foi com amor que me vi crescer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E com amor que tu cresceste em mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Num laço Sagrado, em que te sentia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Muito antes de tu te fazeres sentir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Como era bom falar contigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E as músicas que ouvimos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E as gargalhadas que demos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;De mão dada, pela vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O mundo podia cair lá fora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mas nós estávamos protegidos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Éramos três, o amor era dos três,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mas tu habitavas em mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Não fui a primeira que te vi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mas acredita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fui a primeira que te amei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Com um amor,Que não consigo exprimir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Em palavras...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Obrigado, Filho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Adoro ser tua Mãe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Posted by elsa nyny to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://eu-estou-aki.blogspot.com/2007/01/filho.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eu estou aki...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; at 1/17/2007 06:23:00 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6032458807753742910-8747489028807012200?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/8747489028807012200/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=8747489028807012200' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/8747489028807012200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/8747489028807012200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2007/01/filho.html' title='Filho!!'/><author><name>Elsa Sequeira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16940896557474372222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0001/358/419/DIMRSW358419-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/Ra_9fsUPLDI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4GMoqAHE3l0/s72-c/bebe+-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-8372281410548071488</id><published>2007-01-15T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:27:59.319-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elsa sequeira'/><title type='text'>A diferença entre a Força e a Coragem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/RawHccUPK_I/AAAAAAAAADg/ytW5N3h1iTs/s1600-h/coragem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020395869830065138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/RawHccUPK_I/AAAAAAAAADg/ytW5N3h1iTs/s400/coragem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;É preciso ter força para ser firme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mas é preciso coragem para ser gentil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;É preciso ter força para se defender,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mas é preciso coragem para baixar a guarda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;É preciso ter força para ganhar uma guerra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mas é preciso coragem para se render.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;É preciso ter força para estar certo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mas é preciso coragem para ter dúvida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;É preciso ter força para manter-se em forma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mas é preciso coragem para ficar de pé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;É preciso ter força para sentir a dor de um amigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mas é preciso coragem para sentir as próprias dores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;É preciso ter força para esconder os próprios males,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mas é preciso coragem para demonstrá-los.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;É preciso ter força para suportar o abuso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mas é preciso coragem para faze-lo parar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;É preciso ter força para ficar sozinho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mas é preciso coragem para pedir apoio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;É preciso ter força para amar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mas é preciso coragem para ser amado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;É preciso ter força para sobreviver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mas é preciso coragem para viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Se sentes que te faltam a força e a coragem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;queira Deus que o mundo possa abraçá-te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hoje com Calor e Amor !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E que o vento possa levar-te uma voz que te diz que há um Amigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;vivendo num outro lado do Mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;desejando que estejas bem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;(Desconheço autor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-8372281410548071488?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/8372281410548071488/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=8372281410548071488' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/8372281410548071488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/8372281410548071488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2007/01/diferena-entre-fora-e-coragem.html' title='A diferença entre a Força e a Coragem...'/><author><name>Elsa Sequeira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16940896557474372222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0001/358/419/DIMRSW358419-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/RawHccUPK_I/AAAAAAAAADg/ytW5N3h1iTs/s72-c/coragem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-6481716954238085504</id><published>2007-01-07T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:27:59.577-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sandra Dantas'/><title type='text'>Quero ser como os Magos</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017223465452819682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RaDCKNER1OI/AAAAAAAAADE/VcxytL-woqg/s320/Voglio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RaDCaNER1PI/AAAAAAAAADM/MwyDMqqeRGY/s1600-h/Voglio1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017223740330726642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RaDCaNER1PI/AAAAAAAAADM/MwyDMqqeRGY/s320/Voglio1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero ser como os Magos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero saber descobrir,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no céu que parece imóvel,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uma estrela que se acende e caminha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero ser como os Magos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero ter a inteligência e a coragem &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de deixar aquilo que já conheço&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para procurar o que é novo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero saber ir além&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daquilo que todos dizem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e que todos fazem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero ser como os Magos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero estar contra os Herodes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que têm medo de perder o que possuem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero ir contra o partido dos Sumo Sacerdotes e dos Escribas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que conhecem as Escrituras de memória&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas ficam prisioneiros das suas posições.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Senhor, faz-me ser como os Magos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque Tu não estás no céu imóvel,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas onde surge uma estrela &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e conduz longe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu não habitas nos palácios conhecidos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas onde ninguém suspeita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a tua humilde e luminosa presença&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-6481716954238085504?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/6481716954238085504/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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as coisas,&lt;br /&gt;todos os acontecimentos,&lt;br /&gt;para quem os sabe ler&lt;br /&gt;com profundidade,&lt;br /&gt;encerraram uma mensagem que,&lt;br /&gt;em definitivo,&lt;br /&gt;remete para Deus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;João Paulo II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-1105762214844992663?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/1105762214844992663/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=1105762214844992663' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elsa sequeira'/><title type='text'>A beleza, no Rio Piedra...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/RZHUdF-XaCI/AAAAAAAAADU/CE8zJ5bbBuM/s1600-h/gruta+rio+piedra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013021456525125666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 413px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 454px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="400" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/RZHUdF-XaCI/AAAAAAAAADU/CE8zJ5bbBuM/s400/gruta+rio+piedra.jpg" width="330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/RZHCYF-XaBI/AAAAAAAAADE/iKMyQ_5U7_8/s1600-h/cascata+rio+piedra.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;" O Mosteiro na margem do Rio Piedra está cercado por uma linda vegetação - verdadeiro oásis nos campos estéreis daquela região espanhola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ali o pequeno rio transforma-se numa caudalosa corrente e divide-se em dezenas de cascatas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O viajante caminha por aquele lugar, ouvindo a música das águas. De repente, uma gruta - debaixo de uma das cascatas - desperta a sua atenção. Ele olha cuidadosamente a pedra gasta pelo tempo, as belas formas que a natureza cria com paciência. e descobre, escrito numa placa, os versos de &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;R.Tagore:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt; Não foi o martelo que deixou perfeitas estas pedras, mas a água com a sua doçura, a sua dança e a sua canção&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;. Onde a dureza só faz destruir a suavidade consegue esculpir"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;In - Maktub - Paulo Coelho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-7351240961270631218?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/7351240961270631218/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=7351240961270631218' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/7351240961270631218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/7351240961270631218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2006/12/beleza-no-rio-piedra.html' title='A beleza, no Rio Piedra...'/><author><name>Elsa Sequeira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16940896557474372222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0001/358/419/DIMRSW358419-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/RZHUdF-XaCI/AAAAAAAAADU/CE8zJ5bbBuM/s72-c/gruta+rio+piedra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-6854903665975687660</id><published>2006-12-24T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:28:00.379-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elsa sequeira'/><title type='text'>È Natal!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/RY84lF-XZ_I/AAAAAAAAACw/wv69NwyflZo/s1600-h/4_alegria_em_toda_terra_gifsprajesus.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012287120196724722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 516px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 367px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="133" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/RY84lF-XZ_I/AAAAAAAAACw/wv69NwyflZo/s400/4_alegria_em_toda_terra_gifsprajesus.gif" width="416" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Votos de Um Santo e Feliz Natal para todos!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6032458807753742910-6854903665975687660?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/6854903665975687660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=6854903665975687660' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/6854903665975687660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/6854903665975687660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2006/12/votos-de-um-santo-e-feliz-natal-para.html' title='È Natal!!'/><author><name>Elsa Sequeira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16940896557474372222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0001/358/419/DIMRSW358419-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/RY84lF-XZ_I/AAAAAAAAACw/wv69NwyflZo/s72-c/4_alegria_em_toda_terra_gifsprajesus.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-8497124043079902389</id><published>2006-12-21T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:28:00.981-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sandra Dantas'/><title type='text'>Um Santo Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RYsbICezkmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Gmt_wG2vlSo/s1600-h/estrela2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011128835298792034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RYsbICezkmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Gmt_wG2vlSo/s320/estrela2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Estrela indica o Caminho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vamos juntos ao Presépio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ver o Deus Menino!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um Santo e Feliz Natal!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-8497124043079902389?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/8497124043079902389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=8497124043079902389' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/8497124043079902389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/8497124043079902389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2006/12/um-santo-natal.html' title='Um Santo Natal'/><author><name>Sandra Dantas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800312268352100327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/SYnd626XKLI/AAAAAAAABBY/shwiHj5oV3Y/S220/Video+call+snapshot+5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RYsbICezkmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Gmt_wG2vlSo/s72-c/estrela2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-4635977788314390347</id><published>2006-12-21T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:28:01.233-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elsa sequeira'/><title type='text'>Os Anjos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/RYrxul-XZ4I/AAAAAAAAABc/cXz30lSeY08/s1600-h/cartao013.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011083318173067138" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 550px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="360" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/RYh2MF-XZ3I/AAAAAAAAABQ/vZbAWzfS6sk/s400/metade_de_voce_mesmo.gif" width="489" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-7589321769098017094?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/7589321769098017094/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=7589321769098017094' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/7589321769098017094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/7589321769098017094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2006/12/metade-de-ns.html' title='Metade de nós...'/><author><name>Elsa Sequeira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16940896557474372222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0001/358/419/DIMRSW358419-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/RYh2MF-XZ3I/AAAAAAAAABQ/vZbAWzfS6sk/s72-c/metade_de_voce_mesmo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-491314657432599337</id><published>2006-12-15T15:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T02:08:59.010-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sandra Dantas'/><title type='text'>O Quadro</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wv3A5KyOoeU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wv3A5KyOoeU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-491314657432599337?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/491314657432599337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=491314657432599337' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/491314657432599337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/491314657432599337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2006/12/o-quadro.html' title='O Quadro'/><author><name>Sandra Dantas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800312268352100327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/SYnd626XKLI/AAAAAAAABBY/shwiHj5oV3Y/S220/Video+call+snapshot+5.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-6230698479123288080</id><published>2006-12-13T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:28:01.541-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elsa sequeira'/><title type='text'>A estrela...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/RYCf3WDjNAI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZVRSwIfgct8/s1600-h/seumdia.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008178558798083074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 477px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="237" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/RYCf3WDjNAI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZVRSwIfgct8/s400/seumdia.gif" width="320" border="0" /&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/6032458807753742910-6230698479123288080?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/6230698479123288080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=6230698479123288080' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/6230698479123288080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/6230698479123288080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title='A estrela...'/><author><name>Elsa Sequeira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16940896557474372222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0001/358/419/DIMRSW358419-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/RYCf3WDjNAI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZVRSwIfgct8/s72-c/seumdia.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-996845159004122747</id><published>2006-12-11T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:28:01.739-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elsa sequeira'/><title type='text'>Amizade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007419591463125794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 487px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="259" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/RX3tloZ9wyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/vbuRHDW97fk/s400/Amizade+mensag.gif" width="455" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;È assim, a Amizade, linda, linda, linda!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-996845159004122747?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/996845159004122747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=996845159004122747' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/996845159004122747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/996845159004122747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2006/12/amizade.html' title='Amizade...'/><author><name>Elsa Sequeira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16940896557474372222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0001/358/419/DIMRSW358419-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/RX3tloZ9wyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/vbuRHDW97fk/s72-c/Amizade+mensag.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-6078221553781194028</id><published>2006-12-09T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:28:01.909-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elsa sequeira'/><title type='text'>A ternura das crianças...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/RXtkrYZ9wvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6enQAQdaq4I/s1600-h/ternuradoisbebes.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006706107200946930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/RXtkrYZ9wvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6enQAQdaq4I/s400/ternuradoisbebes.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Que neste tempo de Advento, nos deixemos tocar pela ternura das crianças, e essa ternura possa encher os nossos corações!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Que eles transbordem de ternura para todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-6078221553781194028?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/6078221553781194028/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=6078221553781194028' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/6078221553781194028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/6078221553781194028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2006/12/ternura-das-crianas.html' title='A ternura das crianças...'/><author><name>Elsa Sequeira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16940896557474372222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0001/358/419/DIMRSW358419-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/RXtkrYZ9wvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6enQAQdaq4I/s72-c/ternuradoisbebes.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-6387638381913624792</id><published>2006-12-07T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:28:02.268-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elsa sequeira'/><title type='text'>Para que serve o horizonte?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/RXlvVIZ9wuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lEQ0WXoFQl8/s1600-h/MAPUTO%20-%20nascer%20do%20sol%20na%20baia%204398424_resize[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006154869623341794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/RXlvVIZ9wuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lEQ0WXoFQl8/s400/MAPUTO%2520-%2520nascer%2520do%2520sol%2520na%2520baia%25204398424_resize%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Uma vez alguém pediu para falar com Deus, porque segundo o seu ponto de vista, havia uma coisa na criação que não tinha nenhum sentido...&lt;br /&gt;Deus atendeu a pessoa imediatamente, curioso por saber qual era a falha que havia na Criação.&lt;br /&gt;- Senhor Deus, Sua Criação é muito bonita, muito funcional, cada coisa tem sua razão de ser...mas, no meu ponto de vista, há uma coisa que não serve para nada - Disse...&lt;br /&gt;- E que coisa é essa que não serve para nada? - perguntou Deus.&lt;br /&gt;- È o horizonte.para que serve o horizonte? Se eu caminho um passo em direcção ao horizonte, ele se afasta um passo de mim. se caminho dez passos, ele afasta-se outros dez passos. Se caminho quilometros em direcção ao horizonte, ele se afasta os mesmos quilometros de mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus olhou a pessoa que tinha à Sua frente, sorriu e disse:&lt;br /&gt;"mas é justamente para isso que serve o horizonte&lt;br /&gt;- PARA FAZÊ-LO CAMINHAR! -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Desconheço o autor) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-6387638381913624792?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/6387638381913624792/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=6387638381913624792' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/6387638381913624792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/6387638381913624792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2006/12/para-que-serve-o-horizonte.html' title='Para que serve o horizonte?'/><author><name>Elsa Sequeira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16940896557474372222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0001/358/419/DIMRSW358419-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/RXlvVIZ9wuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lEQ0WXoFQl8/s72-c/MAPUTO%2520-%2520nascer%2520do%2520sol%2520na%2520baia%25204398424_resize%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-2806632049042975073</id><published>2006-12-05T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:28:02.487-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sandra Dantas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RXWXrpIUG6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/RyuoHUd6IoA/s1600-h/teia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005073336923069346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RXWXrpIUG6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/RyuoHUd6IoA/s320/teia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queridos afilhados,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoje está um dia daqueles em que só apeteceria ficar em casa a ver a chuva cair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ontem alguém dizia que está o tempo mais lindo do ano porque se vê a chuva cair como algo que é devido à terra e eu só conseguia pensar: "Dizes isso porque talvez não penses naqueles que não têm uma casa de onde possam ver a chuva cair." E fiquei com este pensamento!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por vezes as coisas que a nossos olhos parecem tão belas para outros são transtornos, incómodos, algo que lhes lembra o que não têm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alguma vez pensaram nisto???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-2806632049042975073?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/2806632049042975073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=2806632049042975073' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/2806632049042975073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/2806632049042975073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2006/12/queridos-afilhados-hoje-est-um-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra Dantas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800312268352100327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/SYnd626XKLI/AAAAAAAABBY/shwiHj5oV3Y/S220/Video+call+snapshot+5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RXWXrpIUG6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/RyuoHUd6IoA/s72-c/teia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-5146256987989710241</id><published>2006-12-02T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T11:30:55.254-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiago Almeida'/><title type='text'>As vestes</title><content type='html'>"Foi a vez do teclão perguntar:e as vestes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- As vestes dissimulamgrande parte da vossa beleza, mas não escondem o que não é belo.&lt;br /&gt;E ainda que procureis nas vestes o abrigo da vossa intimidade, arriscai-vos a encontrar neles uma cadeia.&lt;br /&gt;Antes encontrasseis o sol e a mão da vida está no vento.&lt;br /&gt;Há entre vós quem diga: Foi o vento norte que teceu estas vestes que trazemos.&lt;br /&gt;Eu digo-vos:Sim, foi o vento norte, mas a vergonha foi o seu oficio e o amolecimento dos nervos o fio do seu tear, e quando acabou o trabalho desatou a rir na floresta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não esqueçais que o pudor não passa de escudo contra os olhos impuros.E, desaparcido o impuro, que é o pudr senão um obstáculo e uma nodoa do espírito?Não esqueceis que a terra se alegra ao sentir-vos descalços e que o vento gostaria de brincar com os vossos cabelos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retirado do livro "o profeta" de khalil Gibran&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-5146256987989710241?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/5146256987989710241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=5146256987989710241' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/5146256987989710241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/5146256987989710241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2006/12/as-vestes.html' title='As vestes'/><author><name>123</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-2159040743895851152</id><published>2006-12-02T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:28:02.807-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sandra Dantas'/><title type='text'>Convida o Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RXVarZIUG5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/EcsDXCBoXKM/s1600-h/agora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005006262418807698" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RXVarZIUG5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/EcsDXCBoXKM/s320/agora.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Uma mulher saiu da sua casa e viu três homens com longas barbas brancas sentados em frente ao seu quintal. Ela não os reconheceu. Ela disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Acho que não vos conheço, mas devem estar com fome. Por favor entrem e comam alguma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;- O homem da casa está? Perguntaram.&lt;br /&gt;- Não - disse ela - está fora.&lt;br /&gt;- Então não podemos entrar. Responderam eles.&lt;br /&gt;À noite quando o marido chegou, ela contou-lhe o que aconteceu.&lt;br /&gt;- Vá diga que estou em casa e convide-os a entrar.&lt;br /&gt;A mulher saiu e convidou-os a entrar.&lt;br /&gt;- Não podemos entrar juntos. Responderam.&lt;br /&gt;- Por que isto? Quis ela saber.&lt;br /&gt;Um dos velhos explicou-lhe:&lt;br /&gt;- O seu nome é Fartura. Disse ele apontando um dos seus amigos e mostrando o outro, disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Ele é o Sucesso e eu sou o Amor. E completou:&lt;br /&gt;- Agora vá e discuta com o seu marido qual de nós quer em sua casa.&lt;br /&gt;A mulher entrou e disse ao marido o que foi dito. Ele ficou arrebatado e disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Que bom! Ele disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Neste caso. Vamos convidar a Fartura. Deixe-o vir e encher a nossa casa de fartura.&lt;br /&gt;A esposa discordou:&lt;br /&gt;- Meu querido, por quê não convidamos o Sucesso?&lt;br /&gt;A cunhada deles ouvia do outro canto da casa. Ela apresentou a sua sugestão:&lt;br /&gt;- Não seria melhor convidar o Amor? A nossa casa então estará cheia de amor.&lt;br /&gt;- Atentamos pelo conselho da nossa cunhada. Disse o marido para a esposa.&lt;br /&gt;- Vá lá fora e chame o amor para ser nosso convidado.&lt;br /&gt;A mulher saiu e perguntou aos três homens:&lt;br /&gt;- Qual de vós é o amor? Por favor entre e seja nosso convidado.&lt;br /&gt;O amor levantou-se e seguiu em direcção à casa. Os outros dois levantaram-se e seguiram-no. Surpresa a senhora perguntou-lhes:&lt;br /&gt;- Convidei apenas o Amor, por que é que vocês entraram?&lt;br /&gt;Os velhos homens responderam juntos:&lt;br /&gt;- Se convidasses o Fartura ou o Sucesso, os outros dois esperariam aqui fora, mas se convidares o Amor, onde ele for iremos com ele. Onde há amor, há também fartura e sucesso!!!”&lt;br /&gt;O meu desejo para ti:&lt;br /&gt;Onde há dor, desejo paz e perdão.&lt;br /&gt;Onde há dúvidas próprias, desejo confiança renovada em sua capacidade de lidar com elas.&lt;br /&gt;Onde há cansaço, ou exaustão, desejo compreensão, paciência e força renovada.&lt;br /&gt;Onde há medo, desejo amor e coragem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-2159040743895851152?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/2159040743895851152/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=2159040743895851152' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/2159040743895851152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/2159040743895851152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2006/12/convida-o-amor.html' title='Convida o Amor'/><author><name>Sandra Dantas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800312268352100327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/SYnd626XKLI/AAAAAAAABBY/shwiHj5oV3Y/S220/Video+call+snapshot+5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/RXVarZIUG5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/EcsDXCBoXKM/s72-c/agora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-5667695626937322386</id><published>2006-11-29T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T17:48:26.385-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elsa sequeira'/><title type='text'>Para que sejas forte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6718/736384131805876/1600/732683/crianca-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6718/736384131805876/400/306243/crianca-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Menino!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pensas que não sinto o teu olhar perder o brilho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o teu coração chorar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e o teu sorriso apagar-se,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quando te contrario as vontades?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E tu soltas o teu grito "mudo", &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e pensas:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A minha mãe é má!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque eu queria antes, brincar que estudar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;queria desarrumar, e não ter que arrumar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;queria comer doces e não comer sopa!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E sabes porque te contrario as vontades?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque quero que aprendas a ser forte,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e que saibas que a vida, pode ser um Jardim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;onde há flores todo o ano,mas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;juntamente com essas flores nascem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;muitas ervas daninhas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que dão muito trabalho a arrancar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e que nem tudo aparece com um estalar de dedos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;temos que lutar pelas coisas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e só conseguimos lutar, se formos fortes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por isso às vezes, sou uma mãe má...mas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;penso que não uma má mãe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-5667695626937322386?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/5667695626937322386/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=5667695626937322386' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/5667695626937322386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/5667695626937322386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2006/11/para-que-sejas-forte.html' title='Para que sejas forte'/><author><name>Elsa Sequeira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16940896557474372222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0001/358/419/DIMRSW358419-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-7103134424251185415</id><published>2006-11-28T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T03:19:45.187-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nuno Monteiro'/><title type='text'>Cá estou eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sim cá estou então, o quarto coração a sentir e a partilhar. Adorei o convite que os meus afilhados fizeram. Interessante os laços de amizade que se pode criar, acredito que deixaram de o ser virtuais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aprendi um segredo com uma raposa um dia enquanto relia o romance do Principezinho e ela dizia: "Só se vê bem com o coração. O essencial é invisível para os olhos..." O essecial da nossa vida reside em tudo aquilo que não vemos e não sentimos ao tacto, apenas recebemos, damos e sentims o que é essencial à nossa vida. Uma palavra, um gesto, um sinal, um sentimento, uma entrega. O amor, a amizade... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-7103134424251185415?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/7103134424251185415/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=7103134424251185415' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/7103134424251185415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/7103134424251185415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2006/11/c-estou-eu.html' title='Cá estou eu'/><author><name>nahar</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-3254699289620920636</id><published>2006-11-27T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T03:20:03.010-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sandra Dantas'/><title type='text'>Ninguém te Ama como Eu</title><content type='html'>Queridos afilhados,&lt;br /&gt;hoje quero deixar-vos este Cântico na esperança de que sintais em cada dia o grande AMOR que Deus tem por nós!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nUMkvY-gWHE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nUMkvY-gWHE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que também nós saibamos AMAR assim!&lt;br /&gt;Um grande Abraço!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-3254699289620920636?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/3254699289620920636/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=3254699289620920636' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/3254699289620920636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/3254699289620920636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2006/11/ningum-te-ama-como-eu.html' title='Ninguém te Ama como Eu'/><author><name>Sandra Dantas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800312268352100327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/SYnd626XKLI/AAAAAAAABBY/shwiHj5oV3Y/S220/Video+call+snapshot+5.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-7774492695722611421</id><published>2006-11-25T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T03:20:23.494-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sandra Dantas'/><title type='text'>Madrinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6718/736384131805876/1600/686824/rosa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6718/736384131805876/320/813829/rosa1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É com grande Alegria que sou a madrinha deste Blog!!!&lt;br /&gt;Quero deixar aqui a minha benção para &lt;br /&gt;os meus queridos afilhados: Elsa e Tiago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que este Blog possa ter muita Vida!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um grande Abraço da Madrinha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-7774492695722611421?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/7774492695722611421/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=7774492695722611421' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/7774492695722611421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/7774492695722611421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2006/11/madrinha.html' title='Madrinha'/><author><name>Sandra Dantas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800312268352100327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpjlAFWkOO4/SYnd626XKLI/AAAAAAAABBY/shwiHj5oV3Y/S220/Video+call+snapshot+5.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032458807753742910.post-7069650296736072071</id><published>2006-11-25T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T17:49:46.677-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elsa sequeira'/><title type='text'>Vamos sentir...os dois!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6718/736384131805876/1600/16889/Coracao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6718/736384131805876/400/490925/Coracao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu e o meu filhote vamos - sentir os dois - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As palavras...não são apenas ...palavras...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As palavras são sentimentos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As palavras são escritas, com a tinta que temos no coração!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;È isso que vamos sentir!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032458807753742910-7069650296736072071?l=mae-e-filho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/feeds/7069650296736072071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6032458807753742910&amp;postID=7069650296736072071' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/7069650296736072071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032458807753742910/posts/default/7069650296736072071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-e-filho.blogspot.com/2006/11/vamos-sentiros-dois.html' title='Vamos sentir...os dois!'/><author><name>Elsa Sequeira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16940896557474372222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0001/358/419/DIMRSW358419-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry></feed>
