<?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-8900904893185314285</id><updated>2012-01-10T18:04:04.723-08:00</updated><category term='Tempo'/><category term='vida'/><category term='frases'/><category term='Evangélicas'/><category term='Amizade'/><category term='Saudade'/><category term='sonhos'/><category term='Outros...'/><category term='voo'/><category term='Amor'/><category term='gestos'/><category term='Pais'/><category term='mensagens'/><category term='Deus'/><category term='Milagres'/><category term='Caminho'/><category term='palavras'/><title type='text'>Bela Mensagem</title><subtitle type='html'>Blog com mensagem,belas mensagens,frases,incentivo,amizade,amigo,amigas,pensamentos,vários,ilustrações,reflexoes,reflexao,belas palavras,belos textos,poesias,poemas,vários,várias,ilustrações,ilustração,evangelicas,frases evangeçlicas,casamento,amor,carinho,para</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belamensagem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900904893185314285/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belamensagem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Beth Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598895043732402039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SpvD4RbGRoI/AAAAAAAAAOw/BFxS9jlGzGg/S220/Especial+Avon+043.jpg'/></author><generator 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border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu ouço uma voz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No silêncio das palavras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando não há palavras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num minuto de silêncio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando ninguém quer falar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela fala comigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cortando a alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa voz afiada como uma espada...&lt;br /&gt;Dela nada escapa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voz mansa...&lt;br /&gt;Chega leve como a onda&lt;br /&gt;Que de tanto bater na rocha, a quebranta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu a ouço no vento...no ar...&lt;br /&gt;Sabe onde vai meu olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Me observa...me domina...me acompanha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um mapa.&lt;br /&gt;Um satélite.&lt;br /&gt;Uma bússola.&lt;br /&gt;É um guia em minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;É o conselho de um pai.&lt;br /&gt;É um amigo muito achegado.&lt;br /&gt;Me diz qual é o próximo passo.&lt;br /&gt;Para não me perder no escuro.&lt;br /&gt;Para chegar á um tesouro preparado para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa voz é o conselho do amigo.&lt;br /&gt;Não é anônima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que ele quer falar comigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando vi  uma gaivota dar um voo marcante no ar.&lt;br /&gt;Quando as flores da árvore se transformaram em frutos vermelhos&lt;br /&gt;Quando a formiga triste levou sua companheira morta para velar no formigueiro.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que Ele falou comigo...&lt;br /&gt;Quando dei a luz á uma vida.&lt;br /&gt;Quando amei...&lt;br /&gt;Quando perdoei...&lt;br /&gt;Quando a escutei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando minhas palavras se transformaram em melodia&lt;br /&gt;E a melodia se transformou em canção&lt;br /&gt;E a canção virou um louvor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a voz se alegrou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autora; BETH SOUZA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598895043732402039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SpvD4RbGRoI/AAAAAAAAAOw/BFxS9jlGzGg/S220/Especial+Avon+043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4E7fdpLB1C0/TpTrSUC4UQI/AAAAAAAAAWo/ajrY9DICvfk/s72-c/nuvem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900904893185314285.post-2587837861308479</id><published>2011-08-26T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T12:52:28.671-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milagres'/><title type='text'>Já vi tantos milagres!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lKRcOYBroqs/Tle3Y3P3IGI/AAAAAAAAAWE/yoIPE4gRFGU/s1600/MILAGRE.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lKRcOYBroqs/Tle3Y3P3IGI/AAAAAAAAAWE/yoIPE4gRFGU/s320/MILAGRE.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645182295707426914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu pensei que o impossível não era possível...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até o dia em que vi tantos milagres...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De um grande amor nascer uma vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De uma semente vi abrir uma flor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguindo uma correnteza, vi ela se abrir para o mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em uma noite escura vi brilhar tantas estrelas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De uma esperança vi nascer um sonho.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vi um sonho se tornar realidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É...já vi tantos milagres!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi um simples vento se tornando um furacão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No amanhecer, vi o sol nascer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi um morto voltar á vida quando acreditou em Deus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem Deus é  impossível acontecer tantos milagre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;autora: Beth Souza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/br/"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-TdUcz0HnDHw/TlZErEIn_aI/AAAAAAAAAVs/xcJFew820Tk/s800/ccc.png" height="15" width="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598895043732402039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SpvD4RbGRoI/AAAAAAAAAOw/BFxS9jlGzGg/S220/Especial+Avon+043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lKRcOYBroqs/Tle3Y3P3IGI/AAAAAAAAAWE/yoIPE4gRFGU/s72-c/MILAGRE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900904893185314285.post-4891906267938468276</id><published>2011-07-08T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T05:56:23.774-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pais'/><title type='text'>Um bom pai...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BuThp1BBqk0/ThcHsRZajfI/AAAAAAAAAUU/il-ZIkMuvWc/s1600/papai.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BuThp1BBqk0/ThcHsRZajfI/AAAAAAAAAUU/il-ZIkMuvWc/s200/papai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626974716588363250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um bom pai...&lt;br /&gt;Não é aquele que dá os melhores brinquedos ao seu filho,&lt;br /&gt;Mas sim aquele que não chega em casa de mãos vazias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um bom pai...&lt;br /&gt;Não é aquele que não deixa faltar nada em casa,&lt;br /&gt;Mas sim,aquele que faz o possível para que nada falte aos seus filhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um bom pai...&lt;br /&gt;Sabe a hora em que o seu filho vai chorar,&lt;br /&gt;Por isso sempre vai aconselhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um bom pai...&lt;br /&gt;Dá as palmadas.&lt;br /&gt;Dá o carinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um bom pai...&lt;br /&gt;Tem sempre um cobertor para proteger o filho no frio.&lt;br /&gt;Tem sempre uma sombra no calor.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre vai dar amor,não importa a dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um bom pai...&lt;br /&gt;Tem sempre uma mão estendida quando os amigos não querem ajudar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um bom pai...&lt;br /&gt;Tem um sorriso no olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Tem sempre uma mensagem nas palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Tem o ar de quem sabe tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Um pai tem sempre a razão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;autora: Beth Souza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/br/"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-TdUcz0HnDHw/TlZErEIn_aI/AAAAAAAAAVs/xcJFew820Tk/s800/ccc.png" height="15" width="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900904893185314285-4891906267938468276?l=belamensagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SpvD4RbGRoI/AAAAAAAAAOw/BFxS9jlGzGg/S220/Especial+Avon+043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BuThp1BBqk0/ThcHsRZajfI/AAAAAAAAAUU/il-ZIkMuvWc/s72-c/papai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900904893185314285.post-2999054344235965697</id><published>2010-02-06T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T07:14:14.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outros...'/><title type='text'>Por onde eu vou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/S2203OxqdDI/AAAAAAAAAQM/_fTNGjhxg-c/s1600-h/belamensagem1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435199186258261042" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/S2203OxqdDI/AAAAAAAAAQM/_fTNGjhxg-c/s320/belamensagem1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Por onde fui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Deixei saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Deixei lembranças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Deixei vazio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Deixei passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Deixei tristezas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Deixei alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Deixei marcas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Por onde fui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Levo saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Levo lembranças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Levo um vazio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;De quem parte e deixa algo para tráz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Talvez seja o passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ou talvez o presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Dos lugares onde vou,sempre levo alguma coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sempre fica alguma coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Algo que não desgruda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Como um perfume tatuado na pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Levo tristezas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Levo alegrias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ficam marcas por onde vou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Levo marcas de onde fui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;No fim eu sei...Eu sempre levo algo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt; dos lugares onde já fui um dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autora: Beth Souza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900904893185314285-2999054344235965697?l=belamensagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belamensagem.blogspot.com/feeds/2999054344235965697/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900904893185314285&amp;postID=2999054344235965697&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900904893185314285/posts/default/2999054344235965697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900904893185314285/posts/default/2999054344235965697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belamensagem.blogspot.com/2010/02/por-onde-eu-vou.html' title='Por onde eu vou...'/><author><name>Beth Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598895043732402039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SpvD4RbGRoI/AAAAAAAAAOw/BFxS9jlGzGg/S220/Especial+Avon+043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/S2203OxqdDI/AAAAAAAAAQM/_fTNGjhxg-c/s72-c/belamensagem1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900904893185314285.post-2436011961938459169</id><published>2009-08-31T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T06:02:00.637-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pais'/><title type='text'>Aprendi muito com meu pai...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SpvIRrvJYJI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/n7x285sf7KQ/s1600-h/paizao1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SpvIRrvJYJI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/n7x285sf7KQ/s200/paizao1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376110786320621714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aprendi com meu pai...&lt;br /&gt;Que não se pode vencer na vida se não levantar as mangas e ir á luta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi com meu pai...&lt;br /&gt;Que não é preciso dizer muitas palavras para mostrar que é uma grande pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi com meu pai...&lt;br /&gt;Que levantar cedo faz bem á saúde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi com meu pai...&lt;br /&gt;Que conselhos nunca são demais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi com meu pai...&lt;br /&gt;Que ele sempre teve a razão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi com meu pai...&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia serei como ele se eu seguir os seus conselhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi com meu pai...&lt;br /&gt;Que a metade dos cabelos brancos que ele tem são minha culpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi com meu pai...&lt;br /&gt;Que não dá pra ser um grande homem se não tiver sido um grande pai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi com meu pai...&lt;br /&gt;Que ele é uma das maiores razões do meu sucesso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi com meu pai...&lt;br /&gt;Que ele é um herói anônimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi com meu pai...&lt;br /&gt;Que não é preciso nenhum esforço para ser amado pelas pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi com meu pai...&lt;br /&gt;Que a família vem em primeiro lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi com meu pai...&lt;br /&gt;Que ele me corrigiu menos do que eu merecia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi com meu pai...&lt;br /&gt;Que ele continua com o mesmo olhar de ternura que me olhava quando eu ainda era criança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi com meu pai...&lt;br /&gt;Que é possível conquistar as pessoas sendo você mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi com meu pai...&lt;br /&gt;Que ele deveria exibir com orgulho as belas mãos ásperas e grossas que ele tem porque não deixou faltar o pão em nosso lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi com meu pai...&lt;br /&gt;Que foi bom demais ser criança porque tive um pai como ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ...&lt;br /&gt;Eu aprendi muito com meu pai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autora: &lt;a href="http://bethdesouza.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beth Souza&lt;/a&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/8900904893185314285-2436011961938459169?l=belamensagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belamensagem.blogspot.com/feeds/2436011961938459169/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900904893185314285&amp;postID=2436011961938459169&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900904893185314285/posts/default/2436011961938459169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900904893185314285/posts/default/2436011961938459169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belamensagem.blogspot.com/2009/08/aprendi-muito-com-meu-pai.html' title='Aprendi muito com meu pai...'/><author><name>Beth Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598895043732402039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SpvD4RbGRoI/AAAAAAAAAOw/BFxS9jlGzGg/S220/Especial+Avon+043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SpvIRrvJYJI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/n7x285sf7KQ/s72-c/paizao1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900904893185314285.post-1473065656900605338</id><published>2009-08-25T13:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T04:38:59.714-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evangélicas'/><title type='text'>Segredos da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SpR3X-GldNI/AAAAAAAAAOM/U_ihN9IADhY/s1600-h/pegarsol.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SpR3X-GldNI/AAAAAAAAAOM/U_ihN9IADhY/s200/pegarsol.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374051509051159762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu tentei ser feliz...&lt;br /&gt;Quando a felicidade fugiu de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tentei olhar o infinito&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando o sol se pôs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tentei amar quando o ódio me cercou.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tentei ser amiga mesmo quando um amigo me traiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo deu errado,eu tentei ver um amanhã melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tentei seguir em frente mesmo quando perdi a direção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando uma luz se aproximou de mim...eu vi a escuridão tentando me cercar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu derrubei o impossível quando disse que iria tentar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui chamada de tola quando tive medo de tentar.&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui chamada de covarde quando não me arrisquei á saltar.&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui vencida quando falhei.&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui forte quando disse não.&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui fraca quando não disse a verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quis ver o infinito com os olhos de quem já esteve lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi que vale a pena viver quando vi uma criança nascer.&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi que sou feliz quando vi uma criança sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi que sou forte quando tantos desistiram onde eu venci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi que o sol é magnifico mesmo escondido atrás das nuvens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que Deus é o dono da vida...e sem ele não existe vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autora: &lt;a href="http://bethdesouza.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beth Souza&lt;/a&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/8900904893185314285-1473065656900605338?l=belamensagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belamensagem.blogspot.com/feeds/1473065656900605338/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900904893185314285&amp;postID=1473065656900605338&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900904893185314285/posts/default/1473065656900605338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900904893185314285/posts/default/1473065656900605338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belamensagem.blogspot.com/2009/08/segredos-da-vida.html' title='Segredos da vida'/><author><name>Beth Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598895043732402039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SpvD4RbGRoI/AAAAAAAAAOw/BFxS9jlGzGg/S220/Especial+Avon+043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SpR3X-GldNI/AAAAAAAAAOM/U_ihN9IADhY/s72-c/pegarsol.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900904893185314285.post-4589233251226881567</id><published>2009-07-20T08:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T15:24:33.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade'/><title type='text'>Lembrando dos amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SmSMR9SU-II/AAAAAAAAAJo/w2EBnmDicNk/s1600-h/amigos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SmSMR9SU-II/AAAAAAAAAJo/w2EBnmDicNk/s200/amigos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360563696614832258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O tempo trás e o tempo leva quase tudo oque conquistamos para o esquecimento.&lt;br /&gt;Mas...&lt;br /&gt;Com o passar do tempo percebemos,&lt;br /&gt;Que o tempo não leva os amigos que temos.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo não leva a amizade porque a amizade acompanha o tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É aí que a gente percebe que a amizade dura pra sempre:quando o tempo passa,&lt;br /&gt;Mas a amizade permanece intacta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em algum momento,&lt;br /&gt;Ela pode se manifestar.&lt;br /&gt;Seja numa lágrima de saudade,&lt;br /&gt;Seja num retrato,&lt;br /&gt;Seja num verso,&lt;br /&gt;Ou apenas lembranças dos momentos que foram inesquecíveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem tem um amigo...&lt;br /&gt;Tem muita história pra pra contar.&lt;br /&gt;Tem um tesouro que ninguém pode roubar.&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo não despreza o outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas horas tristes,um amigo chora contigo...&lt;br /&gt;Ou te empresta o ombro pra chorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo não critica&lt;br /&gt;Apenas diz oque pensa:&lt;br /&gt;Diz a verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não fala mal de ti:&lt;br /&gt;Te avalia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os momentos ele está lá...&lt;br /&gt;Seja ao telefone,&lt;br /&gt;Seja te esperando para pegar o ônibus,&lt;br /&gt;Dando sempre um jeitinho pra te visitar&lt;br /&gt;Dividindo com você tudo oque tem de único.&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo não te deixa só&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo ás vezes perde a hora porque estava conversando com você,e não viu o tempo passar.&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo tem sempre oque falar&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo tem sempre um minuto pra você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos melhores momentos da sua vida,o amigo estava com você.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca está ocupado demais para te ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Sempre está por perto&lt;br /&gt;Sempre ao seu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca te deixa&lt;br /&gt;Nunca te esquece&lt;br /&gt;Nunca vai&lt;br /&gt;Nunca parte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguns amigos simplesmente se separam por algum tempo.&lt;br /&gt;E esperam o dia em que irão se reencontrar...&lt;br /&gt;E irão relembrar os velhos tempos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autora &lt;a href="http://beth2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beth Souza&lt;/a&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/8900904893185314285-4589233251226881567?l=belamensagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belamensagem.blogspot.com/feeds/4589233251226881567/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900904893185314285&amp;postID=4589233251226881567&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900904893185314285/posts/default/4589233251226881567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900904893185314285/posts/default/4589233251226881567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belamensagem.blogspot.com/2009/07/lembrando-dos-amigos.html' title='Lembrando dos amigos'/><author><name>Beth Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598895043732402039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SpvD4RbGRoI/AAAAAAAAAOw/BFxS9jlGzGg/S220/Especial+Avon+043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SmSMR9SU-II/AAAAAAAAAJo/w2EBnmDicNk/s72-c/amigos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900904893185314285.post-3790301094463426987</id><published>2009-07-09T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T06:25:12.769-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>De onde vem o amor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SldBMXI0M5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/d9a4Ge0xTp0/s1600-h/coracao"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SldBMXI0M5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/d9a4Ge0xTp0/s200/coracao" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356821962405720978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;De onde vem o amor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa palavra escrita em livros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não passa de uma letra escrita no papel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa palavra escrita na areia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não passa de uma brincadeira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor numa canção,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É só um bonito som&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor verdadeiro não se descreve em palavras ou canções&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Não está escrito em livros.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Ele está alem de uma manifestação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Pessoas procuram amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Pessoas encontram o amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;O amor está á procura de alguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Dono de um grande coração com capacidade para amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois o amor é um sentimento imenso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Pude ver pessoas amando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Outras deixando de amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Outras que não sabem que amam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Pois o amor passa muito discreto&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Nem sempre é percebido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor é um mundo interno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Que está dentro de nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;O amor vem de Deus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Autora: &lt;a href="http://beth2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beth Souza&lt;/a&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/8900904893185314285-3790301094463426987?l=belamensagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belamensagem.blogspot.com/feeds/3790301094463426987/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900904893185314285&amp;postID=3790301094463426987&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900904893185314285/posts/default/3790301094463426987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900904893185314285/posts/default/3790301094463426987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belamensagem.blogspot.com/2009/07/de-onde-vem-o-amor.html' title='De onde vem o amor?'/><author><name>Beth Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598895043732402039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SpvD4RbGRoI/AAAAAAAAAOw/BFxS9jlGzGg/S220/Especial+Avon+043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SldBMXI0M5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/d9a4Ge0xTp0/s72-c/coracao' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900904893185314285.post-8580825713323417984</id><published>2009-07-09T15:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:14:06.910-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evangélicas'/><title type='text'>Os Sinais!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SlZ5jlULeLI/AAAAAAAAAHc/WPgSny7etI8/s1600-h/fimdoarcoiris.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356602459022915762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SlZ5jlULeLI/AAAAAAAAAHc/WPgSny7etI8/s200/fimdoarcoiris.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deus escreveu com suas mãos&lt;br /&gt;O que estamos vivendo agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada espaço percorrido&lt;br /&gt;Cada página &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;folheada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada batida no relógio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso tudo está provando&lt;br /&gt;Que tem alguém maior que nós&lt;br /&gt;Movendo o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Indicando a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;direção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabe á nós saber entender que Deus&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre nos fala da maneira que queremos ouvir,e sim&lt;br /&gt;Da maneira mais inesperada possível:os sinais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autora: &lt;a href="http://belamensagem.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Beth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Souza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900904893185314285-8580825713323417984?l=belamensagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belamensagem.blogspot.com/feeds/8580825713323417984/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900904893185314285&amp;postID=8580825713323417984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900904893185314285/posts/default/8580825713323417984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900904893185314285/posts/default/8580825713323417984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belamensagem.blogspot.com/2009/07/os-sinais.html' title='Os Sinais!'/><author><name>Beth Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598895043732402039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SpvD4RbGRoI/AAAAAAAAAOw/BFxS9jlGzGg/S220/Especial+Avon+043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SlZ5jlULeLI/AAAAAAAAAHc/WPgSny7etI8/s72-c/fimdoarcoiris.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900904893185314285.post-8893404888588306403</id><published>2009-06-30T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T10:26:59.557-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonhos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voo'/><title type='text'>Vôo dos Pássaros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SknzF3_tpsI/AAAAAAAAAHU/yFgLP_3KZ9I/s1600-h/passaro.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353076914362623682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SknzF3_tpsI/AAAAAAAAAHU/yFgLP_3KZ9I/s200/passaro.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O impossível é como o céu .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que enche nossos olhos com a beleza e o azul da imensidão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que dá vontade de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;alcançar&lt;/span&gt; com as mãos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Olhando o céu,é como se todos os nossos sonhos estivessem ali...bem ao nosso &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;alcance&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Basta apenas dar um voo para realizar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu poderia voar e ir além de onde voam os pássaros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meus sonhos me levar até lá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não são apenas os pássaros que podem voar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu posso ir longe ao sonhar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Os sonhos me levam além de onde os pássaros podem voar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Autora &lt;a href="http://bethdesouza.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beth Souza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900904893185314285-8893404888588306403?l=belamensagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belamensagem.blogspot.com/feeds/8893404888588306403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900904893185314285&amp;postID=8893404888588306403&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900904893185314285/posts/default/8893404888588306403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900904893185314285/posts/default/8893404888588306403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belamensagem.blogspot.com/2009/06/voo-dos-passaros.html' title='Vôo dos Pássaros'/><author><name>Beth Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598895043732402039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SpvD4RbGRoI/AAAAAAAAAOw/BFxS9jlGzGg/S220/Especial+Avon+043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SknzF3_tpsI/AAAAAAAAAHU/yFgLP_3KZ9I/s72-c/passaro.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900904893185314285.post-6887118363356808858</id><published>2009-06-29T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T08:22:19.367-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mensagens'/><title type='text'>O que é Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/Skil5Dfr4FI/AAAAAAAAAGU/-u1-V188zJs/s1600-h/saudade.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px; display: block; height: 150px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352710556739166290" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/Skil5Dfr4FI/AAAAAAAAAGU/-u1-V188zJs/s200/saudade.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saudade é aquilo que está fora de alcance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Longe do olhar,perto do pensamento e mora dentro do coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A saudade é a dor do afastamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É a dor de não ter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É a dor de não ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É uma imagem no pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saudade é uma palavra escrita num papel onde a borracha apagou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É um cantinho reservado dentro coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É um caminho percorrido á muito tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saudade é o que se foi mas não partiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É o que os olhos não podem ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E uma estrada longa que o coração percorre todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saudade é o um dia que não terminou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É o tempo que volta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É o tempo que não passou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É um sonho sonhado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É uma partida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É uma vírgula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para muitos,saudade é quase um adeus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autora: &lt;a href="http://bethdesouza.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Beth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Souza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900904893185314285-6887118363356808858?l=belamensagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belamensagem.blogspot.com/feeds/6887118363356808858/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900904893185314285&amp;postID=6887118363356808858&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900904893185314285/posts/default/6887118363356808858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900904893185314285/posts/default/6887118363356808858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belamensagem.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-que-e-saudade.html' title='O que é Saudade'/><author><name>Beth Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598895043732402039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SpvD4RbGRoI/AAAAAAAAAOw/BFxS9jlGzGg/S220/Especial+Avon+043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/Skil5Dfr4FI/AAAAAAAAAGU/-u1-V188zJs/s72-c/saudade.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900904893185314285.post-7994715470938941563</id><published>2009-06-29T04:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T04:27:48.080-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caminho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mensagens'/><title type='text'>O Caminho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SkilIXQ0KGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/-GYPN2n_604/s1600-h/caminhando+na+chuva.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352709720231913570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SkilIXQ0KGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/-GYPN2n_604/s200/caminhando+na+chuva.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É impossível não se preocupar com o ´´amanhã“&lt;br /&gt;Se ele está tão distante,tão longe de nós&lt;br /&gt;E somos tão pequenos diante de tudo que ainda vai acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;O amanhã é como uma estrada&lt;br /&gt;Não sabemos oque virá na caminhada&lt;br /&gt;Pois ele tem seus próprios caminhos.&lt;br /&gt;Nessa estrada,sem atalhos e sem volta,&lt;br /&gt;As vezes tentamos contornar os obstáculos que encontramos no caminho,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não há outro caminho á seguir, senão caminhar&lt;br /&gt;Alguns que passam por este caminho até sabem admirar o céu azul da manhã ou estrelado da noite,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não deixam de caminhar mesmo quando vem uma forte tempestade.&lt;br /&gt;Autora: &lt;a href="http://bethdesouza.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beth Souza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900904893185314285-7994715470938941563?l=belamensagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belamensagem.blogspot.com/feeds/7994715470938941563/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900904893185314285&amp;postID=7994715470938941563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900904893185314285/posts/default/7994715470938941563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900904893185314285/posts/default/7994715470938941563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belamensagem.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-caminho.html' title='O Caminho...'/><author><name>Beth Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598895043732402039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SpvD4RbGRoI/AAAAAAAAAOw/BFxS9jlGzGg/S220/Especial+Avon+043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SkilIXQ0KGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/-GYPN2n_604/s72-c/caminhando+na+chuva.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900904893185314285.post-447556001334327586</id><published>2009-06-29T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T04:22:06.132-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tempo'/><title type='text'>O Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/Skij0ZzMONI/AAAAAAAAAFg/nVKWAaTJBpM/s1600-h/idosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352708277803956434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/Skij0ZzMONI/AAAAAAAAAFg/nVKWAaTJBpM/s200/idosa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu me sinto bem&lt;br /&gt;Sou jovem…&lt;br /&gt;Ainda quero estudar muito mais&lt;br /&gt;Passear nas praças&lt;br /&gt;Andar de avião&lt;br /&gt;Comer muito mais amburguer.&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe um dia,&lt;br /&gt;Ainda serei alguém de grande importância na sociedade.&lt;br /&gt;Para isso,ainda terei que batalhar muito.&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que o pouco que vivi,deu para aprender muito.&lt;br /&gt;E teria aprendido mais se o tempo não passasse tão veloz&lt;br /&gt;Mas oque é o tempo?&lt;br /&gt;Para que ele serve?&lt;br /&gt;O tempo é o dia que se foi&lt;br /&gt;É o ontem&lt;br /&gt;É o que passou&lt;br /&gt;É a lembrança,&lt;br /&gt;Dos dias que vivi&lt;br /&gt;Pode se ver o tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Olhando no espelho.&lt;br /&gt;As cicatrizes no rosto podem dizer quanto tempo passou.&lt;br /&gt;É a única prova que fica de que o tempo existe e passou por nós.&lt;br /&gt;De outra forma,&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém saberia que vivi setenta anos…&lt;br /&gt;Autora: &lt;a href="http://bethdesouza.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beth Souza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900904893185314285-447556001334327586?l=belamensagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belamensagem.blogspot.com/feeds/447556001334327586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900904893185314285&amp;postID=447556001334327586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900904893185314285.post-5416668584664358694</id><published>2009-06-29T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T04:20:01.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mensagens'/><title type='text'>Ver o Impossível</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SkijVWPJRhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/I1FRgMbgkhQ/s1600-h/infinito.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 149px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352707744271517202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SkijVWPJRhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/I1FRgMbgkhQ/s200/infinito.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não existe o impossível quando se tem uma meta,&lt;br /&gt;Quando se tem coragem,&lt;br /&gt;Quando não descanso,&lt;br /&gt;Quando tenho um alvo,&lt;br /&gt;Quando arrisco a sorte,&lt;br /&gt;Dando tudo de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Porque o impossível&lt;br /&gt;Vai além do horizonte&lt;br /&gt;Além do infinito&lt;br /&gt;Onde apenas a fé já alcançou.&lt;br /&gt;A fé é o pré-acontecimento do impossível.&lt;br /&gt;Autora:&lt;a href="http://bethdesouza.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beth Souza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900904893185314285-5416668584664358694?l=belamensagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belamensagem.blogspot.com/feeds/5416668584664358694/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900904893185314285&amp;postID=5416668584664358694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900904893185314285/posts/default/5416668584664358694'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900904893185314285.post-820030080751278130</id><published>2009-06-29T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T04:16:33.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mensagens'/><title type='text'>Querer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SkiifuQwQdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xQdaoRib_kk/s1600-h/precipicio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352706823007781330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SkiifuQwQdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xQdaoRib_kk/s200/precipicio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As vezes eu quero tudo&lt;br /&gt;As vezes eu não quero nada&lt;br /&gt;Não sei bem oque quero&lt;br /&gt;Quero oque não quero&lt;br /&gt;Quero oque mais quero&lt;br /&gt;Não deixo de querer&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu quero muito&lt;br /&gt;Queria não querer&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sempre quero&lt;br /&gt;Se não consigo oque quero&lt;br /&gt;É porque quero demais&lt;br /&gt;E querer demais&lt;br /&gt;É demais querer&lt;br /&gt;Querer poder ter&lt;br /&gt;Oque quero&lt;br /&gt;Mas nem sempre o “querer´´&lt;br /&gt;É poder&lt;br /&gt;E as vezes em que tanto quero&lt;br /&gt;Fica só em “querer´´&lt;br /&gt;Autora:&lt;a href="http://bethdesouza.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beth Souza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900904893185314285-820030080751278130?l=belamensagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belamensagem.blogspot.com/feeds/820030080751278130/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900904893185314285&amp;postID=820030080751278130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900904893185314285/posts/default/820030080751278130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900904893185314285/posts/default/820030080751278130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belamensagem.blogspot.com/2009/06/querer.html' title='Querer...'/><author><name>Beth Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598895043732402039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SpvD4RbGRoI/AAAAAAAAAOw/BFxS9jlGzGg/S220/Especial+Avon+043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SkiifuQwQdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xQdaoRib_kk/s72-c/precipicio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900904893185314285.post-3426220486067851750</id><published>2009-06-29T04:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:52:20.650-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evangélicas'/><title type='text'>Inexplicável</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SkiiDTffe_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/1LhS1nADoRM/s1600-h/ventos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352706334785502194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SkiiDTffe_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/1LhS1nADoRM/s200/ventos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deus é inexplicável&lt;br /&gt;Inesgotável&lt;br /&gt;Incomparável&lt;br /&gt;Indescritível&lt;br /&gt;É como um vento forte&lt;br /&gt;As vezes brisa mansa&lt;br /&gt;Mas ele sempre está no ar&lt;br /&gt;Seja arrancando uma folha&lt;br /&gt;Agitando&lt;br /&gt;Balançando o mar&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo tempestades&lt;br /&gt;Espalhando a chuva.&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo invisível&lt;br /&gt;A gente tem certeza&lt;br /&gt;De que ele está lá&lt;br /&gt;E á qualquer momento&lt;br /&gt;Pode mostrar sua força.&lt;br /&gt;Autora:&lt;a href="http://bethdesouza.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beth Souza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900904893185314285-3426220486067851750?l=belamensagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belamensagem.blogspot.com/feeds/3426220486067851750/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900904893185314285&amp;postID=3426220486067851750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900904893185314285/posts/default/3426220486067851750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900904893185314285/posts/default/3426220486067851750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belamensagem.blogspot.com/2009/06/inexplicavel.html' title='Inexplicável'/><author><name>Beth Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598895043732402039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SpvD4RbGRoI/AAAAAAAAAOw/BFxS9jlGzGg/S220/Especial+Avon+043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SkiiDTffe_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/1LhS1nADoRM/s72-c/ventos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900904893185314285.post-7060727822339096096</id><published>2009-06-29T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:50:20.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>Alcançando o Infinito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/Skig3rWsBTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/MhSKYj2SD-8/s1600-h/pegandoosol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 155px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352705035520967986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/Skig3rWsBTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/MhSKYj2SD-8/s200/pegandoosol.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Só pode ver além do horizonte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem tem olhos sensíveis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem não tem medo do sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem de enxergar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Oque&lt;/span&gt; há além do infinito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autora:&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Beth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Souza&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/8900904893185314285-7060727822339096096?l=belamensagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belamensagem.blogspot.com/feeds/7060727822339096096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900904893185314285&amp;postID=7060727822339096096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900904893185314285/posts/default/7060727822339096096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900904893185314285/posts/default/7060727822339096096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belamensagem.blogspot.com/2009/06/alcansando-o-infinito.html' title='Alcançando o Infinito'/><author><name>Beth Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598895043732402039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SpvD4RbGRoI/AAAAAAAAAOw/BFxS9jlGzGg/S220/Especial+Avon+043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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/&gt;Quando abrimos os olhos e vemos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que já é meio dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já é seis(6) da tarde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já é meia noite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não é mais um dia…e sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um dia que passou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autora:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth Souza &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900904893185314285-8049803264352340736?l=belamensagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belamensagem.blogspot.com/feeds/8049803264352340736/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900904893185314285&amp;postID=8049803264352340736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900904893185314285/posts/default/8049803264352340736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900904893185314285/posts/default/8049803264352340736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belamensagem.blogspot.com/2009/06/vida.html' title='Vida'/><author><name>Beth Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598895043732402039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SpvD4RbGRoI/AAAAAAAAAOw/BFxS9jlGzGg/S220/Especial+Avon+043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SkigV82QFQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/VMVK4kHgUhk/s72-c/pegadasnaareia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900904893185314285.post-947610948990340083</id><published>2009-06-28T12:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T12:38:48.195-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mensagens'/><title type='text'>A vida num segundo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bethdesouza.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i605.photobucket.com/albums/tt133/frasesevangelicas/fogo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É maravilhoso saber…&lt;br /&gt;Que a tristeza tem hora marcada para partir&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo tem um começo&lt;br /&gt;Um meio&lt;br /&gt;E um fim&lt;br /&gt;Assim como na natureza&lt;br /&gt;Que as flores nascem na primavera&lt;br /&gt;Que as folhas caem no outono&lt;br /&gt;Tudo tem seu tempo para acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém pode avançar nenhum segundo sequer&lt;br /&gt;Tentar subir dois degraus ao mesmo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Sem atrapalhar toda uma caminhada&lt;br /&gt;Tropeçar e voltar ao ultimo degrau da escada&lt;br /&gt;Tudo tem um ciclo&lt;br /&gt;Uma data&lt;br /&gt;Um segundo&lt;br /&gt;Uma hora&lt;br /&gt;Um lugar marcado para acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Tentar abreviar ou adiar este segundo&lt;br /&gt;É o mesmo que tentar para-lo&lt;br /&gt;Apaga-lo&lt;br /&gt;Milhões de coisas podem acontecer num segundo!&lt;br /&gt;Milhões de coisas podem deixar de acontecer no flash de um segundo!&lt;br /&gt;Mas ´´um segundo“ nunca deixa de acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Porque um segundo…&lt;br /&gt;Um minuto&lt;br /&gt;Um dia&lt;br /&gt;Ou um ano…&lt;br /&gt;Fazem parte de uma vida inteira.&lt;br /&gt;Autora:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bethdesouza.blogspot.com/" rel="#someid0" jquery1246216997641="4"&gt;Beth Souza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900904893185314285-947610948990340083?l=belamensagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belamensagem.blogspot.com/feeds/947610948990340083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900904893185314285&amp;postID=947610948990340083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900904893185314285/posts/default/947610948990340083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900904893185314285/posts/default/947610948990340083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belamensagem.blogspot.com/2009/06/vida-num-segundo.html' title='A vida num segundo...'/><author><name>Beth Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11598895043732402039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SpvD4RbGRoI/AAAAAAAAAOw/BFxS9jlGzGg/S220/Especial+Avon+043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900904893185314285.post-6040426254965066583</id><published>2009-06-28T12:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T08:25:05.867-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palavras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gestos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mensagens'/><title type='text'>Gestos e Palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SkfBOtO8LrI/AAAAAAAAAEw/JXF27QSzvc8/s1600-h/disco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px; display: block; height: 112px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352459140557713074" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oOyO8FDz6xA/SkfBOtO8LrI/AAAAAAAAAEw/JXF27QSzvc8/s200/disco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Existem várias maneiras de se dizer algo sem se ouvir nem sequer um som.&lt;br /&gt;Nenhuma palavra&lt;br /&gt;Nenhum som&lt;br /&gt;Nada que quebre o silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;Com o olhar posso dizer que está tudo bem&lt;br /&gt;Que nada está bem&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto de você&lt;br /&gt;Ou eu não te suporto&lt;br /&gt;Com um breve olhar posso dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que és belo&lt;br /&gt;Que és feio&lt;br /&gt;Que te invejo&lt;br /&gt;Te admiro&lt;br /&gt;Te gosto&lt;br /&gt;Te odeio&lt;br /&gt;O olhar pode dizer tudo sobre você&lt;br /&gt;As mão também falam!&lt;br /&gt;Podem dizer Adeus&lt;br /&gt;Até mais&lt;br /&gt;Até nunca mais ver&lt;br /&gt;Oi apenas um oi&lt;br /&gt;A boca é a que menos fala.&lt;br /&gt;Quando ela diz eu te amo…&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser “Eu te odeio´´&lt;br /&gt;Quando ela diz “Tudo bem´´&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser na verdade “Tudo está errado´´&lt;br /&gt;As vezes…&lt;br /&gt;O sorriso da boca&lt;br /&gt;É para ocultar&lt;br /&gt;Oque realmente ela ia dizer&lt;br /&gt;Mas o olhar...As mãos…&lt;br /&gt;Estas sim…Não podem enganar o coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Autora: &lt;a href="http://bethdesouza.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beth Souza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900904893185314285-6040426254965066583?l=belamensagem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belamensagem.blogspot.com/feeds/6040426254965066583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900904893185314285&amp;postID=6040426254965066583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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