<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743685873046632907</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:35:05.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concha do Mar</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212805963878284688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743685873046632907.post-1870426621724220154</id><published>2009-07-29T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T16:08:56.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Citações</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Quem não vive para servir, não serve para viver."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"As oportunidades batem à porta sem entrar; As tentações entram sem bater."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743685873046632907-1870426621724220154?l=silviabarcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/1870426621724220154/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743685873046632907&amp;postID=1870426621724220154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/1870426621724220154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/1870426621724220154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/2009/07/citacoes.html' title='Citações'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212805963878284688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743685873046632907.post-8028283805054184386</id><published>2009-07-27T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T16:59:39.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desabafo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/Sm4-1cooaMI/AAAAAAAAAD0/b7TRWDxz07c/s1600-h/Animated_Bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363293294185441474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/Sm4-1cooaMI/AAAAAAAAAD0/b7TRWDxz07c/s320/Animated_Bridge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sinto o coração apertado entre a dor da partida e a alegria de uma nova etapa. Desafios aproximam-se. Mudanças por enfrentar. Tempo de crescer... a par e passo. O que custa mais é o tic-tac do tempo até ao acontecimento. Deus ajude meu caminhar!&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/6743685873046632907-8028283805054184386?l=silviabarcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/8028283805054184386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743685873046632907&amp;postID=8028283805054184386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/8028283805054184386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/8028283805054184386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/2009/07/desabafo.html' title='Desabafo!'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212805963878284688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/Sm4-1cooaMI/AAAAAAAAAD0/b7TRWDxz07c/s72-c/Animated_Bridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743685873046632907.post-518596614755567233</id><published>2009-06-19T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T17:03:19.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Citação do Dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Deus perdoa sempre; os homens, às vezes; a Natureza, NUNCA!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743685873046632907-518596614755567233?l=silviabarcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/518596614755567233/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743685873046632907&amp;postID=518596614755567233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/518596614755567233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/518596614755567233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/2009/06/citacao-do-dia.html' title='Citação do Dia'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212805963878284688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743685873046632907.post-4872618716200677762</id><published>2009-03-29T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T05:38:52.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pássaros Feridos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/Sc9rj_GlhfI/AAAAAAAAADs/9sWmS-tVHy8/s1600-h/Viveiros+-+Lagoa+das+Paras+328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318587950926497266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/Sc9rj_GlhfI/AAAAAAAAADs/9sWmS-tVHy8/s320/Viveiros+-+Lagoa+das+Paras+328.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Existe uma lenda acerca de um pássaro que só canta uma vez na vida, com mais suavidade que qualquer outra criatura sobre a Terra. A partir do momento em que deixa o ninho, começa a procurar um espinheiro, e só descansa quando o encontra. Depois, cantando entre os galhos selvagens, empala-se no acúleo mais agudo e mais comprido. E, morrendo, sublima a própria agonia e solta um canto mais belo que o da cotovia e o do rouxinol. Um canto superlativo, cujo preço é a existência. Mas o mundo inteiro pára para ouvi-lo, e Deus sorri no céu. Pois o melhor só se adquire à custa de um grande sofrimento... Pelo menos é o que diz a lenda."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;em &lt;em&gt;Pássaros Feridos&lt;/em&gt; de Colleen McCullough&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/6743685873046632907-4872618716200677762?l=silviabarcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/4872618716200677762/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743685873046632907&amp;postID=4872618716200677762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/4872618716200677762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/4872618716200677762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/2009/03/passaros-feridos.html' title='Pássaros Feridos'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212805963878284688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/Sc9rj_GlhfI/AAAAAAAAADs/9sWmS-tVHy8/s72-c/Viveiros+-+Lagoa+das+Paras+328.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743685873046632907.post-3280890152343586482</id><published>2009-02-24T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T08:32:51.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Medo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"O medo é um péssimo matemático. Ele aumenta e distorce sempre a realidade."&lt;br /&gt;"O medo da dor aumenta essa dor. Enfrente-a!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Augusto Cury, &lt;em&gt;Você é Insubstituível&lt;/em&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/6743685873046632907-3280890152343586482?l=silviabarcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/3280890152343586482/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743685873046632907&amp;postID=3280890152343586482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/3280890152343586482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/3280890152343586482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/2009/02/medo.html' title='Medo'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212805963878284688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743685873046632907.post-90585116956060369</id><published>2009-02-24T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T08:31:47.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Sem o perdão, o monstro do Passado eclodirá no seu Presente e controlará o seu futuro. Qual é a maior vingança contra um inimigo? É perdoá-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A palavra-chave para o perdoar não é tentar perdoá-lo, mas compreendê-lo. Se o compreender, você perdoa-o. Se o perdoa, ele morre dentro de si e renasce de outra forma. Caso contrário, o seu inimigo dormirá consigo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Augusto Cury, &lt;em&gt;Você é Insubstituível&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743685873046632907-90585116956060369?l=silviabarcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/90585116956060369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743685873046632907&amp;postID=90585116956060369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/90585116956060369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/90585116956060369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/2009/02/perdao.html' title='Perdão'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212805963878284688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743685873046632907.post-2601979238838979294</id><published>2009-02-24T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T08:33:42.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponderação</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    "Quem reage sem pensar atira sem fazer pontaria."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;     - Augusto Cury, &lt;em&gt;Você é Insubstituível&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743685873046632907-2601979238838979294?l=silviabarcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/2601979238838979294/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743685873046632907&amp;postID=2601979238838979294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/2601979238838979294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/2601979238838979294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/2009/02/ponderacao.html' title='Ponderação'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212805963878284688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743685873046632907.post-408304438748150633</id><published>2009-02-22T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T09:26:38.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vida Ensinou-me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/SaGHitXIjQI/AAAAAAAAADk/A1T6nrLZRl4/s1600-h/DSC00080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305670866381081858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/SaGHitXIjQI/AAAAAAAAADk/A1T6nrLZRl4/s320/DSC00080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A vida ensinou-me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A dizer adeus às pessoas que amo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sem tira-las do meu coração;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sorrir às pessoas que não gostam de mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para mostra-las que sou diferente do que elas pensam;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fazer de conta que tudo está bem quando isso não é verdade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para que eu possa acreditar que tudo vai mudar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Calar-me para ouvir;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aprender com meus erros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Afinal eu posso ser sempre melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A lutar contra as injustiças;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sorrir quando o que mais desejo é gritar todas as minhas dores para o mundo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A ser forte quando os que amo estão com problemas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ser carinhosa com todos que precisam do meu carinho;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ouvir a todos que só precisam desabafar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amar aos que me machucam ou querem fazer de mim depósito de suas frustrações e desafetos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Perdoar incondicionalmente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pois já precisei desse perdão;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amar incondicionalmente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pois também preciso desse amor;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A alegrar a quem precisa;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A pedir perdão;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A sonhar acordada;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A acordar para a realidade (sempre que fosse necessário);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A aproveitar cada instante de felicidade;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A chorar de saudade sem vergonha de demonstrar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ensinou-me a ter olhos para "ver e ouvir estrelas", embora nem sempre consiga entendê-las; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A ver o encanto do pôr-do-sol,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A sentir a dor do adeus e do que se acaba, sempre lutando para preservar tudo o que é importante para a felicidade do meu ser;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A abrir minhas janelas para o amor;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A não temer o futuro; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ensinou-me e está ensinando a aproveitar o presente, como um presente que da vida recebi, e usá-lo como um diamante que eu mesma tenha que lapidar, lhe dando forma da maneira que eu escolher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Fénix Faustine&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/6743685873046632907-408304438748150633?l=silviabarcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/408304438748150633/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743685873046632907&amp;postID=408304438748150633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/408304438748150633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/408304438748150633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/2009/02/vida-ensinou-me.html' title='A Vida Ensinou-me'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212805963878284688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/SaGHitXIjQI/AAAAAAAAADk/A1T6nrLZRl4/s72-c/DSC00080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743685873046632907.post-1406706303138180850</id><published>2009-02-10T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T13:33:54.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos São Flores e Poemas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/SZHyhSPMZSI/AAAAAAAAADc/MLOCeOm27z0/s1600-h/Garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301284890036954402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/SZHyhSPMZSI/AAAAAAAAADc/MLOCeOm27z0/s320/Garden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amigos são flores...&lt;br /&gt;São flores plantadas ao longo do nosso caminho para que saibamos encontrar Primavera o ano todo.&lt;br /&gt;Quando o Outono chega, cheio de beleza e melancolia, os amigos estão presentes trazendo-nos alegria. E, quando o Inverno vem frio e escuro, trazendo saudades e noites longas, os amigos trazem-nos calor e luz com o brilho da sua presença. Essas flores belas perfumam nossa existência e fazem-nos ver que não estamos sozinhos.&lt;br /&gt;Se amigos são flores que duram um ano ou um dia, não faz diferença, porque o importante são as marcas que deixam nas nossas vidas. São as horas compartilhadas, horas de carinho, horas de amor e cuidado.&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo que se doa sem esperar um retorno, que se entrega pelo prazer de ver a felicidade do outro, é uma flor que merece cuidados especiais; um ser grande e importante que nos emociona só pelo facto de existir. É alguém que consegue chegar até à nossa alma... É um presente de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Se todo o mundo nos virar as costas e, no meio desse mundo, uma flor, nem que seja uma única flor de amizade nascer em nosso jardim, então toda a vida já terá valido a pena.&lt;br /&gt;Amigos são poemas...&lt;br /&gt;Os verdadeiros amigos são a poesia da vida. Eles enchem nossos dias de cores, rimas e risos, e seguram-nos a mão quando caminhar parece difícil. Eles nos mostram que mesmo em dias nublados o Sol está no mesmo lugar, e nos ensinam que a chuva pode ser uma canção de ninar nas noites solitárias e vazias.&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo é alguém que nunca nos deixa só, mesmo quando não pode estar presente, pois sabemos que um pedacinho do seu coração está connosco.&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo é alguém que pensa em nós mesmo estando separado por mil mares... É alguém por quem nós sabemos que vale a pena viver...&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo nem sempre diz sim, quando dizemos sim, e não, quando dizemos não. Mas ele vai fazer-nos entender com mais clareza aquilo que não conseguimos entender sozinhos.&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo é um bem precioso que não devemos deixar guardado numa caixinha de jóias, para usá-lo quando precisamos, mas tê-lo sempre presente junto a nós, mostrando ao mundo que riqueza mesmo é ter um verdadeiro amigo.&lt;br /&gt;Amigos são flores...&lt;br /&gt;Amigos são poemas...&lt;br /&gt;Como flores, devem ser cultivados com carinho e dedicação, para que as tempestades da vida não esfacelem suas pétalas e para que possamos ter seu perfume em todas as estações.&lt;br /&gt;Como poemas, devem ser sentidos nas fibras mais subtis da alma, com respeito e gratidão, para que sejam a melodia risonha a embalar nossas horas em todos os períodos do ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Autora: Leticia Thomson)&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/6743685873046632907-1406706303138180850?l=silviabarcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/1406706303138180850/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743685873046632907&amp;postID=1406706303138180850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/1406706303138180850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/1406706303138180850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/2009/02/amigos-sao-flores-e-poemas.html' title='Amigos São Flores e Poemas'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212805963878284688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/SZHyhSPMZSI/AAAAAAAAADc/MLOCeOm27z0/s72-c/Garden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743685873046632907.post-7928987769848619271</id><published>2009-02-08T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T13:15:20.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Melhor Amigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/SY9LQGJF8TI/AAAAAAAAADU/7GQ7LZNa1QU/s1600-h/Best_Friends3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300538026337104178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/SY9LQGJF8TI/AAAAAAAAADU/7GQ7LZNa1QU/s320/Best_Friends3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“O melhor amigo é aquele com quem nos sentamos por longas horas, em silêncio, e, mesmo assim, ao deixá-lo, sentimos que tivemos a melhor conversa de sempre.”&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/6743685873046632907-7928987769848619271?l=silviabarcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/7928987769848619271/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743685873046632907&amp;postID=7928987769848619271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/7928987769848619271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/7928987769848619271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-melhor-amigo.html' title='O Melhor Amigo'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212805963878284688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/SY9LQGJF8TI/AAAAAAAAADU/7GQ7LZNa1QU/s72-c/Best_Friends3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743685873046632907.post-5421412712341246816</id><published>2009-02-06T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T15:07:05.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Crise da Amizade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/SYzCZGus3II/AAAAAAAAADM/UdS3O548Foc/s1600-h/littlegirlswalkingdowndirtroad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299824598067240066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/SYzCZGus3II/AAAAAAAAADM/UdS3O548Foc/s320/littlegirlswalkingdowndirtroad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gostaria de te colocar em situações difíceis...&lt;br /&gt;Não para te ver sofrer,&lt;br /&gt;Mas sim, para te ver reagir; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gostaria de te colocar no meu lugar...&lt;br /&gt;Não para te comparar,&lt;br /&gt;Mas sim, para ajudar-te; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gostaria que não fosse tarde...&lt;br /&gt;Não para dizer TE AMO,&lt;br /&gt;Mas sim para expressar-te o meu amor; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gostaria de te pedir...&lt;br /&gt;Não para lembrar-me,&lt;br /&gt;Mas sim, para não esquecer-me; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gostaria de te dizer...&lt;br /&gt;Não o que é errado,&lt;br /&gt;Mas sim, ensinar-te o que é certo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Resumindo...&lt;br /&gt;Gostaria que tu não me visses como uma amiga,&lt;br /&gt;Mas sim como uma irmã, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gostaria que entendesses que só tenho a desejar-te sorte e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enfim, dar-te o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Tão grande, embora tão insignificante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- 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/6743685873046632907-5421412712341246816?l=silviabarcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/5421412712341246816/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743685873046632907&amp;postID=5421412712341246816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/5421412712341246816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/5421412712341246816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/2009/02/crise-da-amizade.html' title='A Crise da Amizade'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212805963878284688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/SYzCZGus3II/AAAAAAAAADM/UdS3O548Foc/s72-c/littlegirlswalkingdowndirtroad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743685873046632907.post-3864940732339857019</id><published>2009-02-01T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T17:55:28.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperança e Fé</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/SYZPoNsN_8I/AAAAAAAAADE/b5SeNqMFaRM/s1600-h/DSC00028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298009563936456642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/SYZPoNsN_8I/AAAAAAAAADE/b5SeNqMFaRM/s320/DSC00028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A Esperança é a última a morrer e, a Fé, é eterna!&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/6743685873046632907-3864940732339857019?l=silviabarcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/3864940732339857019/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743685873046632907&amp;postID=3864940732339857019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/3864940732339857019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/3864940732339857019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/2009/02/esperanca-e-fe.html' title='Esperança e Fé'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212805963878284688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/SYZPoNsN_8I/AAAAAAAAADE/b5SeNqMFaRM/s72-c/DSC00028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743685873046632907.post-2269829344906006426</id><published>2009-01-29T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T13:35:38.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procura-se Um Amigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/SYGxNun0rBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/TBHOFTALz9M/s1600-h/pai-amigo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296709486175890450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/SYGxNun0rBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/TBHOFTALz9M/s320/pai-amigo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Procura-se um amigo. Não precisa ser homem. Basta ser humano, basta ter sentimento, basta ter coração.&lt;br /&gt;Precisa saber falar e calar, sobretudo saber ouvir o que as palavras não dizem.&lt;br /&gt;Tem que gostar de poesia, de madrugada, de pássaros, das estrelas, do Sol, da Lua, do canto dos ventos e das canções da brisa.&lt;br /&gt;Deve ter amor, um grande amor por alguém, ou, então, sentir a falta de não ter esse amor.&lt;br /&gt;Deve amar o próximo e respeitar a dor que os passantes levam consigo.&lt;br /&gt;Deve guardar segredos sem se sacrificar.&lt;br /&gt;Não é preciso que seja de primeira mão, nem é imprescindível que seja de segunda mão.&lt;br /&gt;Pode já ter sido enganado, pois todos os amigos são enganados.&lt;br /&gt;Não é preciso que seja puro, nem que seja de todo impuro, mas não deve ser vulgar.&lt;br /&gt;Deve ter um ideal e medo de perdê-lo e, no caso de assim não ser, deve sentir o grande vácuo que isso deixa.&lt;br /&gt;Tem de ter ressonâncias humanas, seu principal objectivo deve ser o de amigo.&lt;br /&gt;Deve sentir pena das pessoas tristes e compreender o imenso vazio dos solitários.&lt;br /&gt;Deve gostar de crianças e lastimar as que não puderam nascer.&lt;br /&gt;Procura-se um amigo para gostar dos mesmos gostos, que se comova quando chamado de amigo.&lt;br /&gt;Que saiba conversar de coisas simples, de orvalhos, de grandes chuvas e das recordações da infância.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de um amigo para não enlouquecer, para contar o que vi de belo e triste durante o dia, dos anseios e das realizações, dos sonhos e da realidade.&lt;br /&gt;Deve gostar de ruas desertas, de poças d’água e de caminhos molhados, de beira de estrada, de mato depois da chuva, de se deitar no capim.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de um amigo que diga que vale a pena viver, não porque a vida é bela, mas porque já tenho um amigo.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de um amigo para parar de chorar. Para não viver debruçado no Passado em busca de memórias perdidas.&lt;br /&gt;Que bata nos ombros sorrindo e chorando, mas que me chame de amigo, para que eu tenha a consciência de que ainda vivo.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Vinícius de Moraes&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/6743685873046632907-2269829344906006426?l=silviabarcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/2269829344906006426/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743685873046632907&amp;postID=2269829344906006426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/2269829344906006426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/2269829344906006426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/2009/01/procura-se-um-amigo.html' title='Procura-se Um Amigo'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212805963878284688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/SYGxNun0rBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/TBHOFTALz9M/s72-c/pai-amigo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743685873046632907.post-7354610440149798423</id><published>2009-01-25T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T09:41:32.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ei!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/SXyj90_WZyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2QKIeRmYamo/s1600-h/serving-hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295287544472561442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/SXyj90_WZyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2QKIeRmYamo/s320/serving-hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ei! Sorri... Mas não te escondas atrás desse sorriso... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mostra quem tu és, sem medo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Existem pessoas que sonham com o teu sorriso, assim como eu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vive! Tenta! A vida não passa de uma tentativa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ei! Ama acima de tudo, ama a tudo e a todos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não feches os olhos para a sujidade do mundo, não ignores a fome! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Esquece a bomba, mas antes, faz algo para combatê-la, mesmo que te sintas incapaz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Procura o que há de bom em tudo e em todos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não faz dos defeitos uma distância, e sim, uma aproximação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aceita! A vida, as pessoas, faz delas a tua razão de viver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Entende! Entende as pessoas que pensam diferente de ti, não as reproves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ei! Olha... Olha à tua volta, quantos amigos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Já fizeste alguém feliz hoje? Ou fizeste alguém sofrer com o teu egoísmo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ei! Não corras. Para quê tanta pressa? Corre apenas para dentro de ti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sonha! Mas não prejudiques ninguém e não transformes o teu sonho em fuga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Acredita! Espera! Sempre haverá uma saída, sempre brilhará uma estrela. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chora! Luta! Faz aquilo que gostas, sente o que há dentro de ti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ei! Ouve... Escuta o que as outras pessoas têm a dizer, é importante. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sobe... faz dos obstáculos degraus para aquilo que tu achas supremo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas não te esqueças daqueles que não conseguem subir a escada da vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ei! Descobre! Descobre aquilo que há de bom dentro de ti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Procura, acima de tudo, ser gente, eu também vou tentar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ei! Tu... não te vás embora. Eu preciso dizer-te que... te adoro, simplesmente porque tu existes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;( Charles Chaplin )&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/6743685873046632907-7354610440149798423?l=silviabarcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/7354610440149798423/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743685873046632907&amp;postID=7354610440149798423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/7354610440149798423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/7354610440149798423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/2009/01/ei.html' title='Ei!'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212805963878284688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/SXyj90_WZyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2QKIeRmYamo/s72-c/serving-hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743685873046632907.post-2978149769666837476</id><published>2009-01-23T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T16:50:04.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impressões de Crepúsculo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/SXpkopN6n_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/UpYQWOeHEok/s1600-h/HPIM2267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294654961349206002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/SXpkopN6n_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/UpYQWOeHEok/s320/HPIM2267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Paúis de roçarem ânsias pela minha alma em ouro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dobre longíquo de outros sinos... Empalidece o louro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Trigo na cinza do poente... corre um frio carnal por minha'alma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tão sempre a mesma a Hora!... Balouçar de cimos de palma!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Silêncio que as folhas fitam em nós... Outono delgado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dum canto de vaga ave... Azul esquecido em estagnado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh que mudo grito de ânsia põe garras na Hora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que pasmo de mim anseia por outra coisa que o que chora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Estendo as mãos para além, mas ao estendê-las já vejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que não é aquilo que quero aquilo que desejo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Címbalos de Imperfeição... Ó tão antiguidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A Hora expulsa de si-Tempo! Onda de recuo que invade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O meu abandonar-me a mim próprio desfalecer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E recordar tanto o Eu presente que me sinto esquecer!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fuido de auréola, transparente de Foi, oco de ter-se...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O Mistério sabe-me a eu ser outro... Luar sobre o não conter-se...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A sentinela é hirta - a lança que finca no chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É mais alta do que ela... Para que é tudo isto... Dia chão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Trepadeiras de despropósito lambendo a Hora os Aléns...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Horizontes fechando os olhos ao espaço em que são elos de ferro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fanfarras de ópios de silêncios futuros... longes trens...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Portões vistos longe... através das árvores... tão de ferro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Fernando Pessoa ortónimo&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/6743685873046632907-2978149769666837476?l=silviabarcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/2978149769666837476/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743685873046632907&amp;postID=2978149769666837476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/2978149769666837476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/2978149769666837476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/2009/01/impresses-de-crepsculo.html' title='Impressões de Crepúsculo'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212805963878284688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/SXpkopN6n_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/UpYQWOeHEok/s72-c/HPIM2267.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743685873046632907.post-5114479333823520701</id><published>2009-01-03T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T18:13:11.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Se te procuro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/SWAa-UvZXsI/AAAAAAAAABs/aRk_aJAtkg4/s1600-h/friends25%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287255620554677954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/SWAa-UvZXsI/AAAAAAAAABs/aRk_aJAtkg4/s320/friends25%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se te procuro com alegria… é porque tens o sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;Se te procuro com lágrimas… é porque tens o lenço.&lt;br /&gt;Se te procuro com dor… é porque tens o curativo.&lt;br /&gt;Se te procuro com palavras… é porque tens a audição.&lt;br /&gt;Se te procuro com desânimo… é porque tens o estímulo.&lt;br /&gt;Se te procuro com fantasias… é porque tens a realidade.&lt;br /&gt;Se te procuro com tumulto… é porque tens a calma.&lt;br /&gt;Se te procuro com confiança… é porque tens a força.&lt;br /&gt;Se te procuro com medo… é porque tens o alento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por seres quem és…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SIMPLESMENTE MARAVILHOSA!&lt;br /&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/6743685873046632907-5114479333823520701?l=silviabarcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/5114479333823520701/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743685873046632907&amp;postID=5114479333823520701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/5114479333823520701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/5114479333823520701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/2009/01/se-te-procuro-com-alegria-porque-tens-o.html' title='Se te procuro...'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212805963878284688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/SWAa-UvZXsI/AAAAAAAAABs/aRk_aJAtkg4/s72-c/friends25%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743685873046632907.post-7885519291383863026</id><published>2008-12-08T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T05:19:23.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consertando o mundo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/ST0evkCyNQI/AAAAAAAAABI/PQii-q-zhUo/s1600-h/mundo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277408140826129666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/ST0evkCyNQI/AAAAAAAAABI/PQii-q-zhUo/s320/mundo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Um cientista vivia preocupado com os problemas do mundo e estava resolvido a encontrar os meios para minorá-los. Passava dias no seu laboratório em busca de respostas para as suas dúvidas. Certo dia, seu filho de sete anos, invadiu o seu santuário, decidido a ajudá-lo a trabalhar. O cientista, nervoso com a interrupção, sugeriu que o filho fosse brincar noutro lugar. Vendo que seria impossível demovê-lo, o pai procurou algo que pudesse ser oferecido ao filho com o objectivo de distrair sua atenção. De repente, deparou-se com o mapa do mundo. Era exactamente o que procurava!&lt;br /&gt;Com o auxílio de uma tesoura, recortou o mapa em vários pedaços e, junto com um rolo de fita adesiva, entregou-o ao garoto, dizendo:&lt;br /&gt;- Gostas de quebra-cabeças? Então vou te dar o mundo para consertares. Aqui está o mundo todo quebrado. Vê se consegues consertá-lo bem direitinho e faz tudo sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;Ele calculou que a criança levaria dias para recompor o mapa. Pois bem, passadas algumas horas, eis que ele ouviu a voz do filho, que o chamava calmamente:&lt;br /&gt;- Pai, pai, já fiz tudo! Consegui terminar tudinho!&lt;br /&gt;A princípio, o pai não deu crédito às palavras do filho. Seria impossível na sua idade ter conseguido recompor um mapa que jamais havia visto.&lt;br /&gt;Relutante, o cientista levantou os olhos das suas anotações, certo de que veria um trabalho digno de uma criança. Todos os pedaços haviam sido colocados nos devidos lugares. Como seria possível? Como o menino havia sido capaz?&lt;br /&gt;- Tu não sabias como era o mundo, meu filho. Como conseguiste?&lt;br /&gt;- Pai, eu não sabia como era o mundo, mas quando você tirou o papel da revista para recortar, eu vi que, do outro lado, havia a figura de um homem. Quando você me deu o mundo para consertar, eu tentei, mas não consegui. Foi aí que me lembrei do homem. Então, virei os recortes e comecei a consertar o homem que eu sabia como era. Quando eu consegui consertar o homem, virei a folha e vi que havia consertado o mundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Autor Desconhecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/6743685873046632907-7885519291383863026?l=silviabarcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/7885519291383863026/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743685873046632907&amp;postID=7885519291383863026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/7885519291383863026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/7885519291383863026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/2008/12/consertando-o-mundo.html' title='Consertando o mundo!'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212805963878284688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/ST0evkCyNQI/AAAAAAAAABI/PQii-q-zhUo/s72-c/mundo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743685873046632907.post-2010840040192385384</id><published>2008-12-07T15:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T16:07:11.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fita Métrica do Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/STxipF4YI5I/AAAAAAAAABA/iU19iOZFx8A/s1600-h/sorriso1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277201321464177554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/STxipF4YI5I/AAAAAAAAABA/iU19iOZFx8A/s320/sorriso1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como se mede uma pessoa? Os tamanhos variam conforme o grau de envolvimento. Ela é enorme pra ti quando fala do que leu e viveu, quando te trata com carinho e respeito, quando olha nos olhos e sorri.&lt;br /&gt;É pequena pra ti quando só pensa em si mesma, quando se comporta de uma maneira pouco gentil, quando fracassa justamente no momento em que teria que demonstrar o que há de mais importante entre duas pessoas: a amizade.&lt;br /&gt;Uma pessoa é gigante pra ti quando se interessa pela tua vida, quando busca alternativas para o teu crescimento.&lt;br /&gt;Uma pessoa é grande quando perdoa, quando compreende, quando se coloca no lugar do outro.&lt;br /&gt;Conhecemos a grandeza de uma pessoa, não através de centímetros e metros, mas de acções e reacções, de expectativas e frustrações. Uma pessoa é única ao estender a mão mas, ao recolhê-la, se torna mais uma.&lt;br /&gt;Não é a altura, nem o peso, nem os músculos que nos tornam pessoas grandiosas. É o amor que temos demonstrado em atitudes, que nos torna grandes pessoas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Autor Desconhecido&lt;/span&gt;&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/6743685873046632907-2010840040192385384?l=silviabarcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/2010840040192385384/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743685873046632907&amp;postID=2010840040192385384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/2010840040192385384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/2010840040192385384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/2008/12/fita-mtrica-do-amor.html' title='Fita Métrica do Amor'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212805963878284688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/STxipF4YI5I/AAAAAAAAABA/iU19iOZFx8A/s72-c/sorriso1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743685873046632907.post-914641007382306551</id><published>2008-12-07T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T16:07:32.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recomeçar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/STxiTCcP9VI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ICwsb6E_8Vg/s1600-h/6a00d834515c4369e200e551cfb73d8834-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277200942583772498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/STxiTCcP9VI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ICwsb6E_8Vg/s320/6a00d834515c4369e200e551cfb73d8834-800wi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Não importa onde tu paraste, em que momento da vida te cansaste. O que importa é que sempre é possível e necessário 'recomeçar'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recomeçar é dar uma nova oportunidade a ti mesmo, é renovar as esperanças na vida e, o mais importante, acreditar em ti de novo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sofreste muito neste período? Foste aprendizado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Choraste muito? Foi limpeza da alma.Ficaste com raiva das pessoas? Foi para perdoá-las um dia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentiste-te só por diversas vezes? É porque fechaste a porta até para os anjos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acreditaste em que tudo estava perdido? Era o início da tua melhora.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde queres chegar? Ir alto? Sonha alto. Que queiras o melhor do melhor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se pensamos pequeno, coisas pequenas teremos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas se desejarmos fortemente o melhor e, principalmente, se lutarmos pelo melhor, o melhor se vai instalar em nossa vida, porque sou do tamanho daquilo que vejo, e não do tamanho da minha altura."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Carlos Drummond de Andrade (adaptado)&lt;/strong&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/6743685873046632907-914641007382306551?l=silviabarcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/914641007382306551/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743685873046632907&amp;postID=914641007382306551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/914641007382306551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/914641007382306551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-importa-onde-tu-paraste-em-que.html' title='Recomeçar'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212805963878284688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/STxiTCcP9VI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ICwsb6E_8Vg/s72-c/6a00d834515c4369e200e551cfb73d8834-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743685873046632907.post-3835203374675498456</id><published>2008-12-07T15:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T16:07:51.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Amizade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/STxhk4ml2VI/AAAAAAAAAAw/tg3IrHFKiB8/s1600-h/abra%C3%A7o.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277200149668813138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/STxhk4ml2VI/AAAAAAAAAAw/tg3IrHFKiB8/s320/abra%C3%A7o.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A amizade torna os fardos mais leves, porque os divide pelo meio. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A amizade intensifica as alegrias, elevando-as ao quadrado na matemática do coração. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A amizade esvazia o sofrimento, porque a simples lembrança do amigo é alívio. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A amizade ameniza as tarefas difíceis, porque não as realizamos sozinhos. São dois cérebros e quatro braços agindo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A amizade diminui a distância. Embora longe, o amigo é alguém perto de nós.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A amizade enseja confidências redentoras: problema partilhado, percalço amaciado; felicidade repartida, ventura acrescida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A amizade coloca música e poesia na banalidade do quotidiano.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A amizade é a doce canção da vida e a poesia da eternidade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O amigo é a nossa outra metade. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O lado claro e melhor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sempre que encontramos um amigo, encontramos um pouco mais de nós mesmos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O amigo revela, desvenda, conforta. É uma porta sempre aberta, em qualquer situação.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O amigo na hora certa é o sol ao meio dia, e a estrela na escuridão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O amigo é a bússola e rota no oceano, porto seguro da tripulação.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O amigo é o milagre do calor humano que DEUS opera num coração.&lt;/strong&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/6743685873046632907-3835203374675498456?l=silviabarcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/3835203374675498456/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743685873046632907&amp;postID=3835203374675498456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/3835203374675498456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/3835203374675498456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/2008/12/amizade.html' title='A Amizade...'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212805963878284688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/STxhk4ml2VI/AAAAAAAAAAw/tg3IrHFKiB8/s72-c/abra%C3%A7o.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743685873046632907.post-4050500653142556303</id><published>2008-12-07T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T16:08:11.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedras no Caminho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/STxhMtRH6kI/AAAAAAAAAAo/xD9YxsETZv0/s1600-h/Viveiros+-+Lagoa+das+Paras+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277199734309120578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/STxhMtRH6kI/AAAAAAAAAAo/xD9YxsETZv0/s320/Viveiros+-+Lagoa+das+Paras+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Posso ter defeitos, viver ansioso e ficar irritado algumas vezes, mas não esqueço de que minha vida é a maior empresa do mundo, e posso evitar que ele vá à falência.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser feliz é reconhecer que vale a pena viver apesar de todos os desafios, incompreensões e períodos de crise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser feliz é deixar de ser vítima dos problemas e se tornar um autor da própria história.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É atravessar desertos fora de si, mas ser capaz de encontrar um oásis no recôndito da sua alma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É agradecer a Deus a cada manhã pelo milagre da vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser feliz é não ter medo dos próprios sentimentos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É saber falar de si mesmo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É ter coragem para ouvir um "não".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É ter segurança para receber uma crítica, mesmo que injusta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pedras no caminho? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guardo todas. Um dia vou construir um castelo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(texto de autor desconhecido erradamente atribuído a Fernando Pessoa)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pedras no caminho...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O distraído nela tropeçou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O bruto a usou como projétil.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O empreendedor, usando-a, construiu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O camponês, cansado da lida, dela fez assento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para meninos, foi brinquedo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drummond a poetizou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já David matou Golias,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e Michelangelo extraiu-lhe a mais bela escultura...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E em todos esses casos, a diferença não esteve na pedra, mas no homem!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não existe "pedra" no seu caminho que você não possa aproveitá-la para o seu próprio crescimento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Desconhecido&lt;/strong&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/6743685873046632907-4050500653142556303?l=silviabarcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/4050500653142556303/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743685873046632907&amp;postID=4050500653142556303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/4050500653142556303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/4050500653142556303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/2008/12/posso-ter-defeitos-viver-ansioso-e.html' title='Pedras no Caminho!'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212805963878284688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/STxhMtRH6kI/AAAAAAAAAAo/xD9YxsETZv0/s72-c/Viveiros+-+Lagoa+das+Paras+128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743685873046632907.post-7091789620500156908</id><published>2008-12-07T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:53:09.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abraço</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/STxfkSRzzXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/GD5cidPH63o/s1600-h/abra%C3%A7o1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277197940357844338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/STxfkSRzzXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/GD5cidPH63o/s320/abra%C3%A7o1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Abraço…abraço…abraço…abraço&lt;br /&gt;De repente me deu vontade de um abraço… uma vontade de entrelaço, de proximidade… de amizade, sei lá… Talvez um aconchego que enfatize a vida e amenize as dores… Deu vontade de poder rever a saudade de um abraço. Só sei que me deu vontade desse abraço…&lt;br /&gt;- Vinícius de Morais&lt;/span&gt;&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/6743685873046632907-7091789620500156908?l=silviabarcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/7091789620500156908/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743685873046632907&amp;postID=7091789620500156908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/7091789620500156908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/7091789620500156908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/2008/12/abrao.html' title='Abraço'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212805963878284688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__T-vgQZjNdk/STxfkSRzzXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/GD5cidPH63o/s72-c/abra%C3%A7o1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743685873046632907.post-8960625499722824606</id><published>2007-09-12T04:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T04:45:57.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifehouse's Everything Skit</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cyheJ480LYA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cyheJ480LYA" 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/6743685873046632907-8960625499722824606?l=silviabarcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/8960625499722824606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743685873046632907&amp;postID=8960625499722824606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/8960625499722824606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/8960625499722824606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/2007/09/lifehouses-everything-skit.html' title='Lifehouse&apos;s Everything Skit'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212805963878284688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743685873046632907.post-4346120298980832350</id><published>2007-08-24T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T15:05:45.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pedra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;O distraído nela tropeçou;&lt;br /&gt;O bruto usou-a como projéctil;&lt;br /&gt;O empreendedor, usando-a, constuiu;&lt;br /&gt;O camponês, cansado da lida, dela fez assento;&lt;br /&gt;Para meninos, foi brinquedo;&lt;br /&gt;Drummond poetizou-a;&lt;br /&gt;Já David, usou-a para matar Golias,&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto que Michelangelo dela extraiu a mais bela escultura;&lt;br /&gt;E em todos esses casos, a diferença não esteve na pedra,&lt;br /&gt;Mas no homem!&lt;br /&gt;Não existe “pedra” no seu caminho que você não possa aproveitá-la para seu próprio crescimento.&lt;br /&gt;Cada instante que passa é uma gota de vida que nunca mais torna a cair.&lt;br /&gt;Aproveite cada gota para evoluir.&lt;br /&gt;Das oportunidades saiba tirar o melhor proveito! Talvez não teremos outra chance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743685873046632907-4346120298980832350?l=silviabarcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/4346120298980832350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743685873046632907&amp;postID=4346120298980832350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/4346120298980832350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/4346120298980832350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/2007/08/pedra.html' title='A Pedra'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212805963878284688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743685873046632907.post-8702066501462535829</id><published>2007-08-05T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T13:51:14.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emergency Numbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Emergency numbers may be dialed direct. No operator assistance is necessary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;EMERGENCY PHONE NUMBERS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When in sorrow,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;......................................... call John 14 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When men fail you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..................................... call Psalm 27 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you want to be fruitful,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;............................. call John 15 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When you have sinned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.................................. call Psalm 51 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When you worry,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;................................. call Matthew 6:19-34 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When you are in danger, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;................................ call Psalm 91 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When God seems far away, .............................. call Psalm 139 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When your faith needs stirring,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...................... call Hebrews 11 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When you are lonely and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fearful, ....................... call Psalm 23 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When you grow bitter and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;critical, ............. call I Corinthians 13 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Paul's secret to happiness, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.............. call Colossians 3:12-17&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For understanding of Christianity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, ....... call II Corinthians 5:15-19&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When you feel down and out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ......................... call Romans 8:31&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When you want peace and rest, .................. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;call Matthew 11:25-30 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When the world seems bigger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; than God, .................. call Psalm 90 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When you want Christian assurance, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;................ call Romans 8:1-30 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When you leave home for labor or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;travel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.............. call Psalm 121 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When your prayers grow narrow or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;selfish, .............. call Psalm 67&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For a great invention/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;opportunity, .................... call Isaiah 55 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When you want courage for a task, ...................... call Joshua 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For how to get along with fellow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;men, ................. call Romans 12 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When you think of investments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and returns, .............. call Mark 10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you are depressed,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.................................. call Psalm 27 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If your pocketbook is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;empty, ........................... call Psalm 37 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you are losing confidence in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;people, ........ call I Corinthians 13 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If people seem unkind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.................................. call John 15 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If discouraged about your work,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ....................... call Psalm 126 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you find the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; growing small and yourself great,..call Psalm 19&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Alternate numbers: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For dealing with fear, ............................... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;call Psalm 34:7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For security,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;....................................... call Psalm 121:3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For assurance,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;........................................ call Mark 8:35 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For reassurance,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;................................... call Psalm 145:18 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;All lines to Heaven are open 24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; hours a day! Feed your faith, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;doubt will starve to death! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-- Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743685873046632907-8702066501462535829?l=silviabarcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/8702066501462535829/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743685873046632907&amp;postID=8702066501462535829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/8702066501462535829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/8702066501462535829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/2007/08/emergency-numbers.html' title='Emergency Numbers'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212805963878284688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743685873046632907.post-8530564650996516115</id><published>2007-07-16T14:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T14:48:53.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Theologian Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizfarm.com//images/1118145217Martin%20Luther.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Martin Luther&lt;/b&gt;, The daddy of the Reformation. You are opposed to any Catholic ideas of works-salvation and see the scriptures as being primarily authoritative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Anselm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;John Calvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Martin Luther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Augustine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="93"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;93%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Friedrich Schleiermacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="87"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;87%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Jonathan Edwards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="80"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;80%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Jürgen Moltmann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="73"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;73%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Karl Barth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="73"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;73%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Charles Finney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="40"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;40%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Paul Tillich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="33"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/run.php/Quiz?quiz_id=7092"&gt;Which theologian are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743685873046632907-8530564650996516115?l=silviabarcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/8530564650996516115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743685873046632907&amp;postID=8530564650996516115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/8530564650996516115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/8530564650996516115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/2007/07/which-theologian-are-you.html' title='Which Theologian Are You?'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212805963878284688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743685873046632907.post-8876150348426851782</id><published>2007-07-16T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T14:45:08.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 23 - - EXPLAINED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;This is an eye opener... Some probably never thought nor looked at this Psalm in this way... even though they say it over and over again. Please, read and repost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is my Shepherd&lt;br /&gt;That's Relationship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not want&lt;br /&gt;That's Supply!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.&lt;br /&gt;That's Rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He leadeth me beside the still waters.&lt;br /&gt;That's Refreshment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He restoreth my soul&lt;br /&gt;That's Healing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;That's Guidance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For His name sake&lt;br /&gt;That's Purpose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death.&lt;br /&gt;That's Testing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will fear no evil.&lt;br /&gt;That's Protection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Thou art with me&lt;br /&gt;That's Faithfulness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me,&lt;br /&gt;That's Discipline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of my enemies.&lt;br /&gt;That's Hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou anointest my head with oil,&lt;br /&gt;That's Consecration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cup runneth over.&lt;br /&gt;That's Abundance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life.&lt;br /&gt;That's Blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will dwell in the house of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;That's Security!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;That's Eternity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face it, the Lord and I think you are special.&lt;br /&gt;Send this to the people you think are special.&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was pretty special, just like YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;What is most valuable, is not what we have in our lives;&lt;br /&gt;but WHO we have in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743685873046632907-8876150348426851782?l=silviabarcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/8876150348426851782/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743685873046632907&amp;postID=8876150348426851782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/8876150348426851782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/8876150348426851782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/2007/07/psalm-23-explained.html' title='Psalm 23 - - EXPLAINED'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212805963878284688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743685873046632907.post-2304912735738353677</id><published>2007-07-16T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T14:43:17.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The U in JesUs</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Before&lt;strong&gt; U&lt;/strong&gt; were thought of or time had begun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;God stuck&lt;strong&gt; U&lt;/strong&gt; in the name of His Son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And each time &lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt; pray, you'll see it's true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You can't spell out Jes&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;s and not include &lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You're a pretty big part of His wonderful name,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; For &lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;, He was born; that's why He came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And His great love for &lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt; is the reason He died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; It even takes &lt;strong&gt;U &lt;/strong&gt;to spell cr&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;cified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Isn't it thrilling and splendidly grand ?                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He rose from the dead, with &lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt; in His plan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The stones split away, the gold tr&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;mpet blew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and this word res&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;rrection is spelled with a &lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; When Jes&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;s left earth at His upward ascension,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; He felt there was one thing He just had to  mention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Go into the world and tell them it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That I love them all - Just like I love &lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So many great people are spelled with a &lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Don't they have a right to know Jes&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;s too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; It all depends now on what &lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt; will do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He'd like them to know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But it all starts with &lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743685873046632907-2304912735738353677?l=silviabarcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/2304912735738353677/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743685873046632907&amp;postID=2304912735738353677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/2304912735738353677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/2304912735738353677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/2007/07/u-in-jesus.html' title='The U in JesUs'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212805963878284688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743685873046632907.post-4552792143517064364</id><published>2007-07-12T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T16:19:34.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-bye, dear Friend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i was enjoying my life and, in the meantime, i start thinking about FRIENDSHIP!!!! there's a song i wrote in which i say "And just the way you are, I'll know/ and just the way you are, I am, / Because my heart is with you." so, in other words, when a friend leaves, most of the times we cannot go with them, you may think! but I say that we can always go with them! "I'll go wherever you go, as long as you carry me in your heart!" but now you say: "so, if one does not carry you anymore, does that mean you're not with them anymore?" well, first, on the one hand it's up to you to keep 'walking' with them! but to still have connection, you need, at least, two hearts! if one forgets but you still remember your 'covenant' between you and your friend, you're alone and you lose track of the other, even if you're still their friend! it doesn't mean you'll give up on them! what you'll have to do is to forgive, forget, and try to re-connect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you know, nowadays, it's more and more difficult to have real friends because some leave, others get too busy, others for some reason i may not know! but of course, there are still cases where a friendship gets even closer and closer! but we're ''walking in the direction of a more individualist world! many times, competition destroys relationships! so, the challenge is to find time in our minds and connect through our hearts! i say this because most of my best friends moved to other countries and i always stayed in my place. many times i felt alone! i know it's hard to leave, but i believe it's even harder to stay because memories also stay in those places. every time you go back to the places you spent most of the time with your friends, they will remind you of those past times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but then, there are two factors: time and distance! these two may, sometimes, make relationships closer. but other times, they just kill them! and the worst thing that can happen is that if you're the one that can change someone's life, and you know it, and you lose connection with that person, it's so hard to re-connect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so, again, the challenge is to think that, if you have no physical means to act, use your heart ... and God can help :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;plus, if you look at someone and see them as a person, you'll never see them as an enemy, but as someone like you! whenever you look at them, you are looking at yourself, because both are in the same condition. so, as long as you keep this in your mind, it'll be much easier to keep a relationship!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;well, if anyone reads this to the end, hope you understand! if you have any comments, just post your thoughts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Friendship is the most valuable gift you can get, and there's none alike to any other. Every friendship is different and it has its qualities and its defects. But to accept each one, is to have a room for each in your heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"My heart has many rooms. One of them belongs to you! It doesn't matter how much space it has because you'll have to conquer it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Let us have two hearts that can reach each other no matter where you go!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ "I'll go wherever you go, as long as you carry me in your heart!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Most importantly, never say good-bye. Say 'See you later, friend!'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have a blessed day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743685873046632907-4552792143517064364?l=silviabarcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/4552792143517064364/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743685873046632907&amp;postID=4552792143517064364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/4552792143517064364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/4552792143517064364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/2007/07/good-bye-dear-friend.html' title='Good-bye, dear Friend!'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212805963878284688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743685873046632907.post-3090763708367861352</id><published>2007-07-11T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T15:28:59.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Love Language</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ok. this is something i wrote a while ago, but still wanted to share it with ya. enjoy and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever understood or thought about what God's language is? Just wondering, because I've been wondering about that a long time ago and i wanted to share it with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    In the Old Testament, God spoke to the prophets about laws, future and other things by talking, visions, dreams, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    But I think, since Jesus came and died for us on the cross and through Jesus, God made a new covenant, God uses another language. Well, He has been using this language all the time, even in the Old Testament, but now the ultimate form of love has been shown, the death and resurrection of Jesus. I don't think God speaks a spoken language, but a language of love! How beautiful it is! So beautiful it is the language of love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    And now, maybe, you ask: What is a love language? How do we understand God's love language?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Well, sometimes it's not easy to know or to understand when we have to face a lot of things. But, when you ask God for help and for His direction, His response is a feeling of a comforted heart, peace; you feel God carrying you and your heart in His arms so carefully, patiently while saying: "My thoughts are not like yours, and my ways are different from yours. As high as the heavens are above the earth, so high are my ways and thoughts above yours." And then, maybe in the next day, someone talks about what you asked God for and says exactly the right words and the answer you needed to hear; God uses, too, other people to show His love and the answers and, maybe, that person didn't even know! His language is showing love, is loving, is acting. And sometimes we don't know how we had slept well know that we had a problem crashing our heart. God just carried you in His arms. But if you couldn't sleep well, and spent all day and night worried and irritated, well, then, that's because you wanted to carry it all alone by yourself and did not want God to carry your burden!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Only children open their hearts and understand this kind of language, and we must be like them and open our hearts to understand God's love language!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Well, maybe you have already known this but i wanted to share it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    God Bless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743685873046632907-3090763708367861352?l=silviabarcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/3090763708367861352/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743685873046632907&amp;postID=3090763708367861352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/3090763708367861352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/3090763708367861352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/2007/07/gods-love-language.html' title='God&apos;s Love Language'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212805963878284688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743685873046632907.post-8739182932833455405</id><published>2007-06-12T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T15:47:18.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inauguration and Installation Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello folks! as you may know, last Sunday was the day of the Inauguration of the Chapel and of the Installation of the Pastor! we had lots of work to do during the weekend so that everything would be prepared for Sunday at 5pm. well, everything went very well.  we are only 8 at church, but on Sunday we had around 70 visitors. our new chapel was full, which was AWESOME! we did have a beautiful time there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i can hardly believe. we were really blessed! it's hard to explian... you would have to see this and experience what we've experienced!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;to know more and for a full explanation and photos, check http://www.carpediem-in-the-azores.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sorry, guys, but i have lots to study, because i have three final exams next week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;God bless y'all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743685873046632907-8739182932833455405?l=silviabarcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/8739182932833455405/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743685873046632907&amp;postID=8739182932833455405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/8739182932833455405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/8739182932833455405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/2007/06/inauguration-and-installation-day.html' title='Inauguration and Installation Day'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212805963878284688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743685873046632907.post-365122021303841618</id><published>2007-06-06T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T16:46:39.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hello folks! this is a special week! first, school is ending. then, because we're preparing the inauguration of the chapel and the dedication of the Pastor. i can't wait for Sunday! i do pray that we will have a full church!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. tomorrow is holiday in my island.... YAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743685873046632907-365122021303841618?l=silviabarcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/365122021303841618/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743685873046632907&amp;postID=365122021303841618&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/365122021303841618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/365122021303841618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/2007/06/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212805963878284688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743685873046632907.post-2060254959931280765</id><published>2007-05-28T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T16:09:23.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Guerra Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0font-family:arial;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As tensões entre Israel e Palestina têm-se acentuado ao longo dos anos, com várias oscilações: umas vezes piora, outras melhora, mas sempre neste impasse. As constantes demonstrações e "provas" de que um é melhor que o outro, ou que um tem mais direitos que o outro, são frequentes. Do meu ponto de vista, pode-se até afirmar que estes dois grupos (Israel e seus apoiantes versus Palestina e seus apoiantes) são comparáveis com as super potências que caracterizaram a Guerra Fria. No entanto, ao contrário das super potências daquela altura, estes vivem em constantes confrontos militares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0font-family:arial;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O mais incrível é que este conflito começou com uma questão de impostos há milhares de anos, em que a tribo de Judá (agora Israel) tinha mais direitos que as restantes tribos (hoje misturadas com os Ismaelitas e outros povos formaram a Palestina). Acontece que, esta situação agravou-se, á qual se juntou questões territoriais, religiosas e ideológicas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0font-family:arial;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Algumas pessoas poderão argumentar que Israel é o principal culpado dos conflitos gerados, porque conquistou territórios a outros que não os seus. Porém, eu digo que, esse argumento não é totalmente válido porque temos de ter em conta, pelo menos, duas questões:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0font-family:arial;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Primeiro, antes de falarmos de Israel quanto às suas conquistas temos de ter em atenção que nós, Portugueses, também construímos o nosso país através de conquistas, nomeadamente contra Espanhóis e Muçulmanos! Além disso, também conquistámos terras além fronteiras e oprimimos os povos nativos desde a época dos Descobrimentos até tempos bem recentes. O que valeu a Portugal foi as suas colónias não fazerem fronteira com o nosso país!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0font-family:arial;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Um outro ponto de vista em relação à conquista é o contexto histórico dessas mesmas conquistas! O povo hebreu era uma nação numerosa e sem pátria e que, durante muitos anos, foi escravizado no Egipto e em outras potências como a Antiga Babilónia e a Pérsia! Ora, é muito natural que, após anos de opressão e anos no deserto, os hebreus suspirassem por uma terra própria e, claro, que fosse fértil, ou seja, a Mesopotâmia. E a única forma de o fazer seria conquistar territórios! Além disso, era essa a forma como os povos daquela altura viviam, conquistando territórios uns aos outros e sucedendo-se uns aos outros, como foi o caso das já referidas Babilónia e Pérsia. É óbvio que, hoje em dia, isto é inadmissível, mas foi isso que moldou a nossa história e o Mundo em que vivemos, por mais injusto/justo que seja. E a História é para isso mesmo: para nos ensinar a conviver com as Nações e promover a democracia, mas para chegar aqui foram necessárias muitas revoluções. No entanto, não podemos continuar utilizando a guerra como forma de atingir os nossos fins, pois o Mundo é totalmente diferente e cada vez mais ligado entre si através da Globalização. Por isso, para que possamos ter estabilidade, convém recorrer á diplomacia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0font-family:arial;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Contudo, o problema de Israel não é só esse. Por mais que eles o não admitam, os israelitas estão a lidar com e lutar contra gerações da sua própria família, para além das descendências dos povos não conquistados e outros que foram subjugados ao poder israelita! E, nem mesmo assim, são capazes de se entenderem! As linhas para uma paz definitiva já foram lançadas nos Acordos de Camp David e nos Acordos de Taba, mas sempre que se tenta uma resolução dos conflitos, acontecem ataques terroristas! Ora, o Terrorismo é guerra. No entanto, há diferenças entre Terrorismo e Guerra com letra grande: enquanto que Guerra tem legislação, o Terrorismo não o tem, e este já atingiu a escala planetária! Além disso, não estamos a lidar com duas pessoas para fazer paz, mas sim com milhares de uma lado e milhares do outro. Uns querem a paz, outros preferem morrer por Alá! Ora, por muito que eu seja religiosa e por mais que eu acredite na vida para além da terrena não devo pôr em causa a vida da Humanidade e a sua sobrevivência. Se não, por qual é a razão que nós nascemos e vivemos neste mundo? Para causar terror? Vivemos para matar? Já não basta termos de morrer de morte natural? É isto o que os terroristas pensam? Afirmam que morrem por aquilo que acreditam, causando terror no mundo, para obter a vida eterna? Eu posso morrer por aquilo que acredito lutando pela paz e sem causar toda esta instabilidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0font-family:arial;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Por mais que eu entenda a posição dos terroristas, ou seja, de o terror ser a única forma de chamarem a atenção da Comunidade Internacional, há que se notar que os que incitam as populações ao terror, e por mais que acreditem em Alá, eles são cultos o suficiente para saberem que há a diplomacia, e que há outras vias! Mas usam a religião como desculpa, assim como, infelizmente, os cristãos o fizeram, e incitam os fracos a morrerem por uma causa "perdida" (note-se, entre aspas porque é causa perdida para os ocidentais, para eles é algo que valha a pena), pois este não é o mundo que eles imaginam ser! Nós vivemos numa sociedade global tal que não vai ser fácil para os Muçulmanos conquistarem de novo os territórios que já foram seus! E é desta maneira que nós vemos a distância em séculos que estamos de uns para os outros!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0font-family:arial;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Concluindo, vivemos uma situação global, e os conflitos israelo-árabes reflectem essa mesma situação! No fundo, esta situação de apocalipse do combate ideológico já havia sido predito! Agora só temos é de nos preparar para entrar na "Guerra ideológica" e fomentar a paz e, além de ter esperança, passar desta à acção! Se não for neste geração, que preparemos os líderes do futuro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743685873046632907-2060254959931280765?l=silviabarcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/2060254959931280765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743685873046632907&amp;postID=2060254959931280765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/2060254959931280765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/2060254959931280765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/2007/05/guerra-santa.html' title='A Guerra Santa'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212805963878284688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743685873046632907.post-6354385483589969386</id><published>2007-05-27T15:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T15:36:35.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw Jesus last week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Saw Jesus Last Week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;He was wearing blue jeans and an old shirt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;He was up at the church building;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;He was alone and working hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;For just a minute he looked a little like one of our church members.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But it was Jesus, I could tell by his smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I saw Jesus last Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;He was teaching a Bible class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;He didn't talk real loud or use long words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But you could tell he believed what he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;For just a minute, he looked like my Sunday School teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But it was Jesus, I could tell by his loving voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I saw Jesus yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;He was at the hospital visiting a friend who was sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;They prayed together quietly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;For just a minute he looked like our pastor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But it was Jesus, I could tell by the tears in his eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I saw Jesus this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;He was in my kitchen making my breakfast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;He then fixed me a special lunch to take with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;For just a minute he looked like my Mom .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But it was Jesus, I could feel the love from his heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I saw Jesus today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;He was praying on his knees all alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;He then began to cry for those he prayed for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;For just a minute he looked like a lady from our church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But it was Jesus, I could see the compassion poured out of his prayer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I saw Jesus the other day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;He was at the grocery store talking to a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;He then put his arms around them to comfort them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;For just a minute he looked like a young mother in our ladies class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But it was Jesus, I could see the concern for others who hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; (added)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I've seen Jesus every Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Even though we were a minority, He would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; face the world just because He loved us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; For just a minute He looked like our Lay Leader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; But it was Jesus, i could tell by his persistance and responsability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I've seen Jesus lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Last year, He came from Missouri to work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; at the Lajes Field, American Air Base, as a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Speech Therapist Pathologist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; For many times, He looked like a young lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; who had just found out there was a Lutheran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; church in the island and made our dreams happen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; to have our very own Pastor and chapel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; But it was Jesus, I could tell by His care and devotion to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I've seen Jesus from far away even close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; He has given us support even though in a distant country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Many times He looked like our brothers and sisters in America.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; But it was Jesus, I could tell by the support, prayers He prayed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and the trust He placed in us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; (added)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I see Jesus everywhere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taking food to the sick,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Welcoming others to his home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Being friendly to a newcomer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And for just a minute I think he's someone I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But it's always Jesus,  I can tell by the way he serves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;May someone see Jesus in you today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember to encourage those you see living for Jesus! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You are My witnesses," says the Lord." (Isaiah 43:5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 102); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743685873046632907-6354385483589969386?l=silviabarcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/6354385483589969386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743685873046632907&amp;postID=6354385483589969386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/6354385483589969386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/6354385483589969386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-saw-jesus-last-week.html' title='I saw Jesus last week'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212805963878284688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743685873046632907.post-5634351736413709769</id><published>2007-05-27T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T15:34:07.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil is the absence of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Does evil exist? Did God create evil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A University professor at a well known institution of higher learning challenged his students with this question. "Did God create everything that exists?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A student bravely replied, "Yes he did!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God created everything?" the professor asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes sir, he certainly did," the student replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor answered, "If God created everything; then God created evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, since evil exists, and according to the principal that our works define who we are, then we can assume God is evil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student became quiet and did not answer the professor's hypothetical definition. The professor, quite pleased with himself, boasted to the students that he had proven once more that the Christian faith was a myth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another student raised his hand and said, "May I ask you a question, professor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course", replied the professor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student stood up and asked, "Professor, does cold exist?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What kind of question is this? Of course it exists. Have you never been cold?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other students snickered at the young man's question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man replied, "In fact sir, cold does not exist. According to the laws of physics, what we consider cold is in reality the absence of heat. Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-460 F) is the total absence of heat; and all matter becomes inert and incapable of reaction at that temperature. Cold does not exist. We have created this word to describe how we feel if we have no heat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student continued, "Professor, does darkness exist?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student replied, "Once again you are wrong sir, darkness does not exist either. Darkness is in reality the absence of light. Light we can study, but not darkness. In fact, we can use Newton's prism to break white light into many colors and study the various wavelengths of each color. You cannot measure darkness. A simple ray of light can break into a world of darkness and illuminate it. How can you know how dark a certain space is? You measure the amount of light present. Isn't this correct? Darkness is a term used by man to describe what happens when there is no light present."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the young man asked the professor, "Sir, does evil exist?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now uncertain, the professor responded, "Of course, as I have already said. We see it everyday. It is in the daily examples of man's inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this the student replied, "Evil does not exist, sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat, or the darkness that comes when there is no light."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor sat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--If you're a believer in God then repost this...Evil is the Absence of God...and let everyone know that evil only exists with the absence of God in their heart!! If you are not then think of why you opened it when it said Evil is the Absence of God...&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/6743685873046632907-5634351736413709769?l=silviabarcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/5634351736413709769/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743685873046632907&amp;postID=5634351736413709769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/5634351736413709769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/5634351736413709769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/2007/05/evil-is-absence-of-god.html' title='Evil is the absence of God'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212805963878284688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743685873046632907.post-8236282209418496465</id><published>2007-05-27T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T14:36:47.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dying to Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I absolutely LOVE this passage. I'm not sure who wrote it but it goes through my mind a lot. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;"When you are purposely set aside, rejected, forgotten, and hurt with the insult of oversight--but your spirit sings because you are being counted worthy to suffer for Christ, that is "Dying to Self". When your advice is disregarded, your opinions ridiculed, and all manner of evil is spoken against you, and you refuse to let anger rise in your heart, or even defend yourself, but take it all with patient, loving silence, that is "Dying to Self." When you do not allow any disorder, irregularity or arrogance to come against your peace, when you are face to face with filth, waste, stupidity, or spiritual pride, and endure it as Jesus endured it, that is "Dying to Self." When you are content with the location you live, the climate, the society, the solitude of the "backside of the desert", and are willing to have your plans changed or interrupted by the will of God at any moment, that is "Dying to Self." When you never care to have others know of your good works, and never refer to yourself in conversation, or even care to have anyone commend you, when you truly love to be the unknown, that is "Dying to Self." When you can see your brother prosper and have his needs met, and can honestly rejoice with him in Spirit, and feel no envy, nor question God as to why your own needs are not being met, that is "Dying to Self." When you can receive correction and reproof, finding no rebellion, or resentment rising up in your heart, that is "Dying to Self."&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/6743685873046632907-8236282209418496465?l=silviabarcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/8236282209418496465/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743685873046632907&amp;postID=8236282209418496465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/8236282209418496465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743685873046632907/posts/default/8236282209418496465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviabarcelos.blogspot.com/2007/05/dying-to-self.html' title='Dying to Self'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212805963878284688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
