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CONTRIBUINTE, se vendo algo importado CONTRABANDISTA. Se revendo algo, sou MUAMBEIRO, se o carnê tá com o prazo vencido INADIMPLENTE, se não pago imposto SONEGADOR. Para votar ELEITOR, mas em comícios MASSA , em viagens TURISTA , na rua caminhando PEDESTRE, se sou atropelado ACIDENTADO, no hospital PACIENTE. Nos jornais viro VÍTIMA, se compro um livro LEITOR, se ouço rádio OUVINTE. Para o Ibope ESPECTADOR, para apresentador de televisão TELESPECTADOR, no campo de futebol TORCEDOR.&lt;br /&gt;Se sou corintiano, SOFREDOR. Agora, já virei GALERA. (se trabalho na ANATEL , sou COLABORADOR ) e, quando morrer... uns dirão... FINADO, outros... DEFUNTO, para outros... EXTINTO , para o povão... PRESUNTO... Em certos círculos espiritualistas serei... DESENCARNADO, evangélicos dirão que fui... ARREBATADO...&lt;br /&gt;E o pior de tudo é que para todo governante sou apenas um IMBECIL !!! E pensar que um dia já fui mais EU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Luiz Fernando Veríssimo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-2649657119543080968?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/2649657119543080968/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=2649657119543080968' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/2649657119543080968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/2649657119543080968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2010/06/quem-sou-eu.html' title='Quem sou EU?'/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-7741140957155818537</id><published>2010-03-24T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T05:39:50.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hora do planeta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preservar'/><title type='text'>Hora do Planeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/S6oH7Hbrq2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/KCzBLAae5ZY/s1600/horadoplaneta_666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452179011074239330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/S6oH7Hbrq2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/KCzBLAae5ZY/s320/horadoplaneta_666.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No próximo sábado (27/03) vamos ajudar o planeta ficando 1 hora com as luzes apagadas, desta forma ajudamos a preservar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pense nisso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-7741140957155818537?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/7741140957155818537/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=7741140957155818537' 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-1724158642272678285.post-6492787762662463416</id><published>2010-03-12T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T04:22:08.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A vida é a arte do encontro, embora muitas vezes haja tanto desencontro"&lt;br /&gt;Vinícius de Moraes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-6492787762662463416?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/6492787762662463416/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=6492787762662463416' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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objetivos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-8804694808892309554?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/8804694808892309554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=8804694808892309554' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/8804694808892309554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/8804694808892309554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-que-diferencia-pessoas-sao-opcoes-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-1354370261934652995</id><published>2010-02-07T14:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T14:18:31.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Se deseja ver um arco-íris, antes terá de aguentar a chuva” Dolly Parton  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Viver é a coisa mais rara no mundo. A maioria das pessoas apenas existe." O. Wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vivere senza rimpianti"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-1354370261934652995?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/1354370261934652995/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=1354370261934652995' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/1354370261934652995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/1354370261934652995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2010/02/se-deseja-ver-um-arco-iris-antes-tera.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-3757046026007562110</id><published>2010-02-07T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T14:16:53.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live without regrets</title><content type='html'>"Vivere senza rimpianti"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-3757046026007562110?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/3757046026007562110/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-7532783662087255741</id><published>2010-01-22T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T06:14:20.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Se você nunca sentiu medo, vergonha ou dor, é porque nunca correu riscos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-7532783662087255741?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/7532783662087255741/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=7532783662087255741' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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para a tola questão de A estar se saindo tão bem quanto B, quando a única questão é saber se A se saiu tão bem quanto poderia"&lt;br /&gt;(William Graham Sumner)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-3537433701754171375?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/3537433701754171375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=3537433701754171375' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/3537433701754171375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/3537433701754171375'/><link rel='alternate' 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Quebre a rotina. Faça um caminho diferente do habitual. Uma simples mudança pode afetar a maneira como vc vê o mundo. Mude suas perspectivas; faça uma viagem; sente-se em outro lugar à mesa. A mudança pode fazê-lo enxergar como suas percepções estão condicionadas." (E.Humpert)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-4194498466250093173?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/4194498466250093173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=4194498466250093173' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/4194498466250093173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/4194498466250093173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2010/01/em-2010-e-sempre-mude.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-1463391978192672288</id><published>2009-12-30T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T06:12:52.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigo</title><content type='html'>Hoje eu me perguntei,quem são meus verdadeiros amigos?&lt;br /&gt;E resolvi analisar um a um...&lt;br /&gt;Foi então que percebi que muitos são os verdadeiros amigos&lt;br /&gt;Alguém segurou a minha mão&lt;br /&gt;Outro me ouviu quando precisei&lt;br /&gt;Tem também aquele que ajudou-me a levantar&lt;br /&gt;Ah, houve um que me fez sorrir quando estava triste&lt;br /&gt;Não posso esquecer daquele que caminhou segurando minha mão quando eu estava só.&lt;br /&gt;E analisando tudo isso pude perceber&lt;br /&gt;Que cada qual a seu modo tem um qualidade que o torna um amigo especial!&lt;br /&gt;Que amigos são como flores, cada uma com seu perfume leva amor onde vai!&lt;br /&gt;Cada uma com sua cor, espalha beleza onde vai&lt;br /&gt;Amigos são como músicas...romanticas ou não&lt;br /&gt;embalam nossos corações!&lt;br /&gt;E voce é assim: ESPECIAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mário Quintana)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-1463391978192672288?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/1463391978192672288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=1463391978192672288' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"O grande barato da vida é olhar para trás e sentir orgulho da sua história.&lt;br /&gt;O grande lance é viver cada momento como se a receita da felicidade fosse o AQUI e o AGORA.&lt;br /&gt;Claro que a vida prega peças.&lt;br /&gt;É lógico que, por vezes, o pneu fura, chove demais...&lt;br /&gt;Mas, pensa só: tem graça viver sem rir de gargalhar pelo menos uma vez ao dia?&lt;br /&gt;Tem sentido ficar chateado durante o dia todo por causa de uma discussão na ida pro trabalho?&lt;br /&gt;Quero viver bem.&lt;br /&gt;2009 foi um ano cheio.&lt;br /&gt;Foi cheio de coisas boas e realizações, mas também cheio de problemas e desilusões.&lt;br /&gt;Normal.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes se espera demais das pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Normal.&lt;br /&gt;A grana que não veio, o amigo que decepcionou, o amor que acabou.&lt;br /&gt;Normal.&lt;br /&gt;2010 não vai ser diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Muda o século, o milênio muda, mas o homem é cheio de imperfeições, a natureza tem sua personalidade que nem sempre é a que a gente deseja, mas e aí?&lt;br /&gt;Fazer o quê?&lt;br /&gt;Acabar com seu dia?&lt;br /&gt;Com seu bom humor?&lt;br /&gt;Com sua esperança?&lt;br /&gt;O que eu desejo para todos nós é sabedoria!&lt;br /&gt;E que todos saibamos transformar tudo em uma boa experiência!&lt;br /&gt;Que todos consigamos perdoar o desconhecido, o mal educado.&lt;br /&gt;Ele passou na sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;Não pode ser responsável por um dia ruim...&lt;br /&gt;Entender o amigo que não merece nossa melhor parte.&lt;br /&gt;Se ele decepcionou, passe-o para a categoria 3, a dos amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Ou mude de classe, transforme-o em colega.&lt;br /&gt;Além do mais, a gente, provavelmente, também já decepcionou alguém.&lt;br /&gt;O nosso desejo não se realizou?&lt;br /&gt;Beleza, não tava na hora, não deveria ser a melhor coisa prá esse momento (me lembro sempre de um lance que eu adoro: CUIDADO COM SEUS DESEJOS, ELES PODEM SE TORNAR REALIDADE).&lt;br /&gt;Chorar de dor, de solidão, de tristeza, faz parte do ser humano.&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta lutar contra isso.&lt;br /&gt;Mas se a gente se entende e permite olhar o outro e o mundo com generosidade, as coisas ficam diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;Desejo para todo mundo esse olhar especial.&lt;br /&gt;2010 pode ser um ano especial, muito legal, se entendermos nossas fragilidades e egoísmos e dermos a volta nisso.&lt;br /&gt;Somos fracos, mas podemos melhorar.&lt;br /&gt;Somos egoístas, mas podemos entender o outro.&lt;br /&gt;2010 pode ser o bicho, o máximo, maravilhoso, lindo, espetacular...&lt;br /&gt;Ou...&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser puro orgulho!&lt;br /&gt;Depende de mim, de você!&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser.&lt;br /&gt;E que seja!!&lt;br /&gt;Feliz olhar novo!!&lt;br /&gt;Que a virada do ano não seja somente uma data, mas um momento para repensarmos tudo o que fizemos e que desejamos, afinal sonhos e desejos podem se tornar realidade somente se fizermos jus e acreditarmos neles!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Carlos Drumond de Andrade) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Um Ano Novo repleto de conquistas!!&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/1724158642272678285-4573943331337464044?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/4573943331337464044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=4573943331337464044' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/4573943331337464044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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verdadeiramente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ría incontrolavelmente &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e nunca deixe de sorrir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;por mais estranho que seja o motivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A vida pode não ser a festa que esperávamos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas enquanto estamos aqui, devemos sorrir e agradecer sempre... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-6394618836095500955?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/6394618836095500955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=6394618836095500955' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/6394618836095500955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/6394618836095500955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/12/vida-e-curta-trabalhe-como-se-fosse-seu.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-7218500044349764138</id><published>2009-10-16T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T10:52:37.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coluna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.medioparaiba.com.br/revista/materia.php?l=9119b2592cd13763dbc7201a84ee18a6"&gt;http://www.medioparaiba.com.br/revista/materia.php?l=9119b2592cd13763dbc7201a84ee18a6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-7218500044349764138?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/7218500044349764138/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=7218500044349764138' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/7218500044349764138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/7218500044349764138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/10/coluna.html' title='Coluna'/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-454230277716766763</id><published>2009-10-16T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T10:29:28.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades...</title><content type='html'>Domingo faz um ano da perda que tive em minha vida...quem realmente me conhece sabe como foi duro para mim perdê-la...ainda mais que eu estava com ela no momento...mais precisamente em meus braços...&lt;br /&gt;Esta semana está sendo difícil, mas hoje, posa hoje está sendo péssimo, insuportável, a dor está maior...sempre achei que com o tempo a dor melhorasse até que um dia fosse mínima e quase que esquecida, mas não é o que realmente acontece...a dor não diminui e não será nunca algo suportável...sei que estava na hora, no momento, mas mesmo assim é difícil aceitar...até porque nada é como queremos que seja, ainda mais a perda, nunca queremos perder alguém que amamos...dói muito e dói todo dia, o dia todo...é uma dor incessante...que aumenta a cada dia, a cada mês e a cada ano que passa...&lt;br /&gt;Sei que nunca vou esquece-la...sempre vou amá-la...foi muito tempo de convicência (17 anos, 9 meses e 9 dias), muitas histórias juntas...coisas felizes muito mais do que tristes que passamos juntas...sempre pude contar com ela quando precisei...sempre pude olhar para o lado e vê-la perto de mim nos momentos difíceis e nos momentos de felicidade...só de olhá-la já ficava mais feliz, pois sabia que me amava incondicionalmente...sem pedir nada em troca...sempre pero quando precisava...e até mesmo quando não precisava...&lt;br /&gt;Quando era pequena e sonhava com um "cacholinho" nunca imaginei que este "cacholinho" seria uma anjinha que me ajudaria nas horas difíceis e que estaria comigo nas horas de felicidade...nunca achei que um animalzinho fizesse tanta diferença na vida de seu dono...nunca pensei que fosse perde-la...sei que não foi culpa minha...mas culpo-me de não ter passado mais tempo com ela...de não tê-la dado mais carinho...mas agora a única coisa que posso fazer é lamentar...me arrepender do que não fiz e do que poderia ter feito para que fossemos mais felizes juntas...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta...&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que ela agora está em um lugar melhor...olhando por mim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-454230277716766763?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/454230277716766763/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=454230277716766763' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/454230277716766763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/454230277716766763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/10/saudades.html' title='Saudades...'/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-7101891675496088179</id><published>2009-10-07T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T07:30:32.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Onde você estiver, não se esqueça de mim...&lt;br /&gt;Com quem você estiver não se esqueça de mim...&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero apenas estar no seu pensamento...&lt;br /&gt;Por um momento pensar que você pensa em mim...&lt;br /&gt;Onde você estiver, não se esqueça de mim...&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que exista outro amor que te faça feliz...&lt;br /&gt;Se resta, em sua lembrança, um pouco do muito que eu te quis...&lt;br /&gt;Onde você estiver, não se esqueça de mim...&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero apenas estar no seu pensamento...&lt;br /&gt;Por um momento pensar que você pensa em mim...&lt;br /&gt;Onde você estiver, não se esqueça de mim...&lt;br /&gt;Quando você se lembrar não se esqueça que eu...&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não consigo apagar você da minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;Onde você estiver não se esqueça de mim...&lt;br /&gt;Onde você estiver, me proteja e me guie sempre!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-7101891675496088179?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/7101891675496088179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=7101891675496088179' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/7101891675496088179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/7101891675496088179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/10/onde-voce-estiver-nao-se-esqueca-de-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-2980767841249715434</id><published>2009-10-07T05:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T05:58:49.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"Claro, não se pode evitar o nascimento nem a morte. Mas não dá pra melhorar um pouco o intervalo?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Millôr Fernandes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-2980767841249715434?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/2980767841249715434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=2980767841249715434' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/2980767841249715434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/2980767841249715434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/10/claro-nao-se-pode-evitar-o-nascimento.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-7278946572864690702</id><published>2009-10-07T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T05:58:03.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Qualquer ato de amor, por menor que seja, é um trabalho pela paz".&lt;br /&gt;Madre Teresa de Calcutá&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-7278946572864690702?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-6329140646514849585</id><published>2009-10-02T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T06:57:48.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Um homem só é grande quando constrói uma grandeza que não é sua.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waldir Bedê&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-6329140646514849585?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/6329140646514849585/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=6329140646514849585' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/6329140646514849585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/6329140646514849585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/10/um-homem-so-e-grandequando-constroi-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-5990596862706400005</id><published>2009-09-29T03:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T03:06:26.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Problemas não são placas de parar, eles são guias de ação."&lt;br /&gt;Robert Schuller&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-5990596862706400005?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/5990596862706400005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=5990596862706400005' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/5990596862706400005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/5990596862706400005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/09/problemas-nao-sao-placas-de-parar-eles.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-4149194131224412532</id><published>2009-09-29T03:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T03:04:42.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Não está ocioso apenas aquele que não faz nada, mas também aquele que poderia fazer algo melhor."&lt;br /&gt;Sócrates&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-4149194131224412532?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/4149194131224412532/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=4149194131224412532' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/4149194131224412532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/4149194131224412532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/09/nao-esta-ocioso-apenas-aquele-que-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-3042373060333141</id><published>2009-09-29T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T03:03:49.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"O tempo dura o bastante para aqueles que sabem aproveitá-lo."&lt;br /&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-3042373060333141?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/3042373060333141/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=3042373060333141' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/3042373060333141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/3042373060333141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-tempo-dura-o-bastante-para-aqueles.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-3062936314866681789</id><published>2009-09-25T12:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T12:32:19.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"O homem máquina - eu o encontrei.&lt;br /&gt;Dele emanava uma tristeza estranha,&lt;br /&gt;um pálido abatimento desértico.&lt;br /&gt;Trazia em seu rosto o reflexo da morte,&lt;br /&gt;mas de uma morte sem mistério.&lt;br /&gt;Conta-me teu segredo (gritei-lhe),&lt;br /&gt;tu me pareces a encarnação do irreparável.&lt;br /&gt;Um ranger de dentes infernal atravessou sua voz morta.&lt;br /&gt;O segredo que me devora é precisamente não ter mais segredos."&lt;br /&gt;G. Thibon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-3062936314866681789?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/3062936314866681789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=3062936314866681789' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/3062936314866681789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/3062936314866681789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-homem-maquina-eu-o-encontrei.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-7086471817148963525</id><published>2009-09-25T12:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T12:25:43.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Aquilo que você busca, se não encontrar dentro de você mesmo, nunca encontrará fora."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-7086471817148963525?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/7086471817148963525/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=7086471817148963525' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/7086471817148963525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/7086471817148963525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/09/aquilo-que-voce-busca-se-nao-encontrar_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-1475002728279223116</id><published>2009-09-25T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T12:16:38.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Um dia você aprende...&lt;br /&gt;Depois de algum tempo,&lt;br /&gt;você aprende a diferença,&lt;br /&gt;a sutil diferença,&lt;br /&gt;entre dar a mão&lt;br /&gt;e acorrentar uma alma.&lt;br /&gt;E você aprende que amar não significa apoiar-se,&lt;br /&gt;e que companhia nem sempre significa segurança.&lt;br /&gt;E começa a aprender que beijos não são contratos&lt;br /&gt;e presentes não são promessas.&lt;br /&gt;E começa a aceitar suas derrotas com a cabeça erguida&lt;br /&gt;e olhos adiante,&lt;br /&gt;com a graça de um adulto&lt;br /&gt;e não com a tristeza de uma criança.&lt;br /&gt;E aprende a construir todas as suas estradas no hoje,&lt;br /&gt;porque o terreno do amanhã é incerto demais para os planos,&lt;br /&gt;e o futuro tem o costume de cair em meio ao vão.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de um tempo você aprende que o sol queima se ficar exposto por muito tempo.&lt;br /&gt;E aprende que não importa o quanto você se importe,&lt;br /&gt;algumas pessoas simplesmente não se importam...&lt;br /&gt;E aceita que não importa quão boa seja uma pessoa,&lt;br /&gt;ela vai feri-lo de vez em quando&lt;br /&gt;e você precisa perdoá-la, por isso.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que falar pode aliviar dores emocionais.&lt;br /&gt;Descobre que se levam anos para se construir confiança&lt;br /&gt;e apenas segundos para destruí-la,&lt;br /&gt;e que você pode fazer coisas em um instante das quais se arrependerá pelo resto da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que verdadeiras amizades continuam a crescer mesmo a longas distâncias.&lt;br /&gt;E o que importa não é o que você tem na vida,&lt;br /&gt;mas quem você tem na vida.&lt;br /&gt;Descobre que as pessoas com quem você mais se importa na vida são tomadas de você muito depressa,&lt;br /&gt;por isso sempre devemos deixar as pessoas que amamos com palavras amorosas,&lt;br /&gt;pode ser a última vez que as vejamos.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que paciência requer muita prática.&lt;br /&gt;Descobre que algumas vezes a pessoa que você espera que o chute quando você cai&lt;br /&gt;é uma das poucas que o ajudam a levantar-se.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que maturidade tem mais a ver com os tipos de experiência que se teve&lt;br /&gt; e o que você aprendeu com elas do que com quantos aniversários você celebrou.&lt;br /&gt;Descobre que só porque alguém não o ama do jeito que você quer que ame,&lt;br /&gt;não significa que esse alguém não o ama,&lt;br /&gt;contudo o que pode,&lt;br /&gt;pois existem pessoas que nos amam,&lt;br /&gt;mas simplesmente não sabem como demonstrar ou viver isso.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que nem sempre é suficiente ser perdoado por alguém,&lt;br /&gt;algumas vezes você tem que aprender a perdoar-se a si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que com a mesma severidade com que julga,&lt;br /&gt;você será em algum momento condenado.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que não importa em quantos pedaços seu coração foi partido,&lt;br /&gt;o mundo não pára para que você o conserte.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que o tempo não é algo que possa voltar para trás.&lt;br /&gt;Portanto...&lt;br /&gt;plante seu jardim&lt;br /&gt;e decore sua alma,&lt;br /&gt;ao invés de esperar que alguém lhe traga flores.&lt;br /&gt;E você aprende que realmente pode suportar...&lt;br /&gt;que realmente é forte,&lt;br /&gt;e que pode ir muito mais longe depois de pensar que não se pode mais.&lt;br /&gt;E que realmente a vida tem valor&lt;br /&gt;e que você tem valor diante da vida!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-1475002728279223116?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/1475002728279223116/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=1475002728279223116' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/1475002728279223116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/1475002728279223116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/09/um-dia-voce-aprende.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-6195877847324999563</id><published>2009-09-25T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T12:10:26.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Quando falares, cuida para que tuas palavras sejam melhores do que o teu silêncio, e lembre-se que alto deve ser o valor de suas idéias, não o volume de sua voz. Falar sem pensar é disparar sem apontar".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-6195877847324999563?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/6195877847324999563/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=6195877847324999563' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/6195877847324999563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/6195877847324999563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/09/quando-falares-cuida-para-que-tuas.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-7252229675296890547</id><published>2009-09-25T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T12:08:35.403-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kober...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"Eu queria tanto editar a vida. Tirar os maus momentos; os sons cabulosos; as imagens fora de foco e os pensamentos turvos; sem sintonia. Produzir um valoroso roteiro coerente e perfeito. Infelizmente não dá. Porque a vida rola....AO VIVO!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-7252229675296890547?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/7252229675296890547/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=7252229675296890547' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/7252229675296890547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/7252229675296890547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/09/eu-queria-tanto-editar-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-8771530260909528960</id><published>2009-09-25T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T09:26:05.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Na vida de toda pessoa, de vez em quando, nosso fogo interno se apaga. Ele então é aceso repentinamente por outro ser humano. Deveríamos todos ser gratos por aquelas pessoas que reacendem nosso espírito interior."&lt;br /&gt;Albert Schweitzer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-8771530260909528960?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/8771530260909528960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=8771530260909528960' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/8771530260909528960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/8771530260909528960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/09/na-vida-de-toda-pessoa-de-vez-em-quando.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-8690211012070918940</id><published>2009-09-24T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T02:32:03.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onclick="_linkInterstitial('http://www.medioparaiba.com.br/revista/m\74wbr\76ateria.php?l\0750a949f6467ce8f262437dc8ce43\74wbr\7687adc'); return false;" href="http://www.medioparaiba.com.br/revista/materia.php?l=0a949f6467ce8f262437dc8ce4387adc" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.medioparaiba.com.br/revista/materia.php?l=0a949f6467ce8f262437dc8ce4387adc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visitem minha coluna no site Médio Paraíba...&lt;br /&gt;Aguardo a sua visita!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-8690211012070918940?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/8690211012070918940/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=8690211012070918940' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/8690211012070918940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/8690211012070918940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/09/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-236433992919602334</id><published>2009-09-17T07:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T07:37:42.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"O tempo é o melhor autor - sempre encontra um final perfeito."&lt;br /&gt;Charles Chaplin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-236433992919602334?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/236433992919602334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=236433992919602334' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/236433992919602334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/236433992919602334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-tempo-e-o-melhor-autor-sempre.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-1616489239801546814</id><published>2009-09-17T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T07:18:14.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Agir corretamente com seus principios sem se desviar deles é fidelidade"&lt;br /&gt;Havamal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-1616489239801546814?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/1616489239801546814/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=1616489239801546814' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/1616489239801546814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/1616489239801546814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/09/agir-corretamente-com-seus-principios.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-3470086644757559911</id><published>2009-09-16T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T12:35:49.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Educação e repreensão começam nos primeiros anos da infância e duram até o último dia de vida."&lt;br /&gt;Protagoras&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-3470086644757559911?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/3470086644757559911/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=3470086644757559911' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/3470086644757559911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/3470086644757559911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/09/educacao-e-repreensao-comecam-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-7358159171998108025</id><published>2009-09-16T06:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T06:55:15.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"...Não acho que existam pares perfeitos, acho que existem pessoas que superam o pior para ter o melhor, que acreditam que vale a pena, que se dedicam de verdade...Perfeição é aceitar os defeitos e entender quando vocês são perfeitamente imperfeitos, mas na verdade são opostos que se atraem e se completam ..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-7358159171998108025?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/7358159171998108025/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=7358159171998108025' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/7358159171998108025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/7358159171998108025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-8578815249471039336</id><published>2009-09-16T06:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T06:54:55.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"Amo como ama o amor. Não conheço nenhuma outra razão para amar senão amar. Que queres que te diga, além de que te amo, se o que quero dizer-te é que te amo?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fernando Pessoa &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-8578815249471039336?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/8578815249471039336/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=8578815249471039336' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/8578815249471039336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/8578815249471039336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/09/amo-como-ama-o-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-1068159731306178119</id><published>2009-09-16T06:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T06:46:39.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"A dor é inevitável, mas o sofrimento é opcional." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-1068159731306178119?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-662163745030763300</id><published>2009-09-16T06:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T06:46:01.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Solidão não é a falta de gente para conversar, namorar, passear ou fazer sexo...&lt;br /&gt;Isto é carência.&lt;br /&gt;Solidão não é o sentimento que experimentamos pela ausência de entes queridos que não podem mais voltar...&lt;br /&gt;Isto é saudade.&lt;br /&gt;Solidão não é o retiro voluntário que a gente se impõe, às vezes, para realinhar os pensamentos...&lt;br /&gt;Isto é equilíbrio.&lt;br /&gt;Solidão não é o claustro involuntário que o destino nos impõe compulsoriamente para que revejamos a nossa vida...&lt;br /&gt;Isto é um princípio da natureza.&lt;br /&gt;Solidão não é o vazio de gente ao nosso lado...&lt;br /&gt;Isto é circunstância.&lt;br /&gt;Solidão é muito mais do que isto.&lt;br /&gt;Solidão é quando nos perdemos de nós mesmos e procuramos em vão pela nossa alma..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francisco Buarque de Holanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-662163745030763300?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/662163745030763300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=662163745030763300' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/662163745030763300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/662163745030763300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/09/solidao-nao-e-falta-de-gente-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-4032056450696619377</id><published>2009-09-10T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T07:02:00.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"... a vida não tece apenas uma teia de perdas mas nos proporciona uma sucessão de ganhos. O equilíbrio da balança depende muito do que soubermos e quisermos enxergar."&lt;br /&gt;Lya Luft&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-4032056450696619377?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/4032056450696619377/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=4032056450696619377' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/4032056450696619377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/4032056450696619377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-224129231363438468</id><published>2009-09-08T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T17:48:10.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rather than love...&lt;br /&gt;Than money...&lt;br /&gt;Than faith...&lt;br /&gt;Than fame...&lt;br /&gt;Than fairness...&lt;br /&gt;Give me the truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-224129231363438468?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/224129231363438468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=224129231363438468' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/224129231363438468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/224129231363438468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/09/rather-than-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-6478716755576633998</id><published>2009-09-08T14:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T14:30:23.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Aquilo que você busca, se não encontrar dentro de você mesmo, nunca encontrará fora."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-6478716755576633998?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/6478716755576633998/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=6478716755576633998' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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sábio, a diferença que havia&lt;br /&gt;entre amor e amizade, ele me disse essa verdade...&lt;br /&gt;O Amor é mais sensível, a Amizade mais segura.&lt;br /&gt;O Amor nos dá asas, a Amizade o chão.&lt;br /&gt;No Amor há mais carinho, na Amizade compreensão.&lt;br /&gt;O Amor é plantado e com carinho cultivado,&lt;br /&gt;a Amizade vem faceira, e com troca de alegria e tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;torna-se uma grande e querida companheira.&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando o Amor é sincero ele vem com um grande amigo,&lt;br /&gt;e quando a Amizade é concreta, ela é cheia de amor e carinho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-2776615977908216937?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/2776615977908216937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-136667149238065155</id><published>2009-09-08T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T10:24:58.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Antes que você diga "não posso",&lt;br /&gt;tenha certeza de que você já tentou.&lt;br /&gt;Antes de as dúvidas interromperem seu caminho,&lt;br /&gt;confronte-as com os fatos.&lt;br /&gt;Antes que os motivos convençam você de que é impossível,&lt;br /&gt;siga a única razão que torna tudo possível.&lt;br /&gt;Antes que o fracasso entre em sua mente,&lt;br /&gt;esconda o sucesso em seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Antes que o medo o atrapalhe,&lt;br /&gt;vá em frente com fé.&lt;br /&gt;Antes que os problemas interfiram em seus planos,&lt;br /&gt;use-os para cumprir seus objetivos.&lt;br /&gt;Antes que você desista porque acha queos outros são melhores,&lt;br /&gt;mostre que você é um campeão.&lt;br /&gt;Antes de decidir por menos,&lt;br /&gt;agarre-se ao que é mais importante.&lt;br /&gt;Antes de acreditar que não há saída,&lt;br /&gt;continue e você encontrará uma solução.&lt;br /&gt;Antes de desanimar,&lt;br /&gt;fique em paz com você mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Antes de desistir de seus sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;espere até que eles se tornem realidade.&lt;br /&gt;Antes de andar por aí procurando a felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;crie a sua onde você estiver."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-136667149238065155?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/136667149238065155/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=136667149238065155' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/136667149238065155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/136667149238065155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/09/antes-que-voce-diga-nao-posso-tenha.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-2871860342648201834</id><published>2009-09-08T06:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T06:14:45.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pássaro Livre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria ser um pássaro&lt;br /&gt;Livre e sem ninho&lt;br /&gt;Voando pelos espaços da vida&lt;br /&gt;Cantando sua música&lt;br /&gt;Sem laços, sem sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;Queria não ter à noite&lt;br /&gt;Os mesmos sonhos que me angustiam&lt;br /&gt;Queria não me prender&lt;br /&gt;A seres humanos&lt;br /&gt;Queria ...ah como queria!&lt;br /&gt;Não cobrar atitudes nem sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Viver apenas do presente&lt;br /&gt;O momento&lt;br /&gt;Abrir uma garrafa&lt;br /&gt;De um licor chamado realidade&lt;br /&gt;E me embebedar&lt;br /&gt;Até cair inconsciente&lt;br /&gt;Numa calçada qualquer da cidade&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria ser um pássaro&lt;br /&gt;Saindo em bandos&lt;br /&gt;Sem ligações de sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Compartilhando momentos&lt;br /&gt;Mas a qualquer hora&lt;br /&gt;Sem olhar para trás&lt;br /&gt;Alçar um vôo alto&lt;br /&gt;Respirando liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Um pássaro livre&lt;br /&gt;Sem passado, sem futuro,&lt;br /&gt;Sem presente&lt;br /&gt;Sem saudade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-2871860342648201834?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/2871860342648201834/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=2871860342648201834' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/2871860342648201834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/2871860342648201834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/09/passaro-livre-eu-queria-ser-um-passaro.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-8301856758572105355</id><published>2009-09-06T20:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T20:59:50.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Sou muito mais que essas letras, frases e fotos que falam sobre mim.&lt;br /&gt;Sou as minhas atitudes, os meus sentimentos, as minhas idéias.&lt;br /&gt;O que realmente faz valer a pena estar vivo, não há filmadora ou máquina fotográfica que registre.&lt;br /&gt;Surpresas, gargalhadas, lágrimas, enfim, o que eu sinto, quem eu sou, você só vai perceber quando olhar nos meus olhos, ou melhor, além deles..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-8301856758572105355?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/8301856758572105355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=8301856758572105355' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/8301856758572105355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/8301856758572105355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/09/sou-muito-mais-que-essas-letras-frases.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-7374725000511888536</id><published>2009-09-06T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T16:56:44.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Aqui dentro ♥ moram&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;as pessoas de valor e que&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tem um grande significado&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;simples e verdadeiro pra mim...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pois bem, aqui ♥ mora você&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;num lugar reservado no qual a&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;porta de saída foi trancada e a&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;chave jogada fora...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-7374725000511888536?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/7374725000511888536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=7374725000511888536' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/7374725000511888536'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A melhor maneira de auto descobrir-se é ser você mesmo no que faz e deixar que os outros se percam."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-6431897925296822680?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/6431897925296822680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=6431897925296822680' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/6431897925296822680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/6431897925296822680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-1947338425290509814?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/1947338425290509814/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=1947338425290509814' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/1947338425290509814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/1947338425290509814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-6496829421695978481</id><published>2009-08-28T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T13:37:52.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Agora sim...jornalista!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/Spg_6FIxzCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/S6sfT7AD3zI/s1600-h/eu+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375116422310644770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/Spg_6FIxzCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/S6sfT7AD3zI/s320/eu+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Consciente &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/Spg_XeLg0WI/AAAAAAAAAEY/T3rpXg6mLS4/s1600-h/eu+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;da importância da comunicação no mundo contemporâneo, como instrumento impulsionador de mudanças sociais e como elemento de reflexão do homem diante do mundo. Prometo assumir a profissão de Bacharel em Comunicação Social com habilitação em Jornalismo, com verdade e atituide crítica de responsabilidade, visando enobrecer os ensinamentos recebidos, o progresso do meu país e tendo como objetivo principal a dignificação do ser humano."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assim o prometo!!&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/1724158642272678285-6496829421695978481?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/6496829421695978481/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=6496829421695978481' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/6496829421695978481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/6496829421695978481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/08/agora-simjornalista.html' title='Agora sim...jornalista!!'/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/Spg_6FIxzCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/S6sfT7AD3zI/s72-c/eu+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-8474106054499375129</id><published>2009-08-23T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T12:38:07.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Eu poderia suportar, embora não sem dor, que tivessem morrido todos os meus amores, mas enlouqueceria se morressem todos os meus amigos! A alguns deles não procuro, basta-me saber que eles existem. Esta mera condição me encoraja a seguir em frente pela vida... mas é delicioso que eu saiba e sinta que os adoro, embora não declare e não os procure sempre..."&lt;br /&gt;Vinícius de Moraes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-8474106054499375129?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/8474106054499375129/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=8474106054499375129' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/8474106054499375129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/8474106054499375129'/><link 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dos animais."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare, Hamlet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-8651336029959505207?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/8651336029959505207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=8651336029959505207' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/8651336029959505207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/8651336029959505207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/08/que-obra-de-arte-e-o-homem-tao-nobre-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-7650768010391098578</id><published>2009-08-11T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T14:25:11.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Feliz aquele que transfere o que sabe e aprende o que ensina."&lt;br /&gt;Cora Coralina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nada grandioso no mundo foi realizado sem Paixão"&lt;br /&gt;Friederich Hegel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aquilo que temos de aprender a fazer, aprendemos fazendo"&lt;br /&gt;Aristóteles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-7650768010391098578?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/7650768010391098578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=7650768010391098578' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/7650768010391098578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/7650768010391098578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/08/feliz-aquele-que-transfere-o-que-sabe-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-4387983220202892144</id><published>2009-08-10T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T06:31:34.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Replace fear of the unknown with curiosity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-4387983220202892144?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/4387983220202892144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=4387983220202892144' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/4387983220202892144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/4387983220202892144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/08/replace-fear-of-unknown-with-curiosity.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-3188902118573428238</id><published>2009-08-10T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T06:30:35.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Minha alma é uma orquestra oculta; não sei que instrumentos tange e range, cordas e harpas, timbales e tambores, dentro de mim. Só me conheço como Sinfonia."&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-3188902118573428238?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/3188902118573428238/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=3188902118573428238' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/3188902118573428238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/3188902118573428238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/08/minha-alma-e-uma-orquestra-oculta-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-6487709307453232023</id><published>2009-08-07T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T11:05:32.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"A mais nobre paixão humana é aquela que ama a imagem da beleza, em vez da realidade material. O maior prazer está na contemplação."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leonardo da Vinci&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-6487709307453232023?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/6487709307453232023/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=6487709307453232023' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/6487709307453232023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/6487709307453232023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/08/mais-nobre-paixao-humana-e-aquela-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-647958687667221532</id><published>2009-08-07T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T11:03:45.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"É preciso querer ser feliz e contribuir para isso. Se ficarmos na posição do espectador impassível, deixando para a felicidade apenas a entrada livre e as portas abertas, será a tristeza que entrará."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Émile-Auguste Chartier&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-647958687667221532?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/647958687667221532/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=647958687667221532' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/647958687667221532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/647958687667221532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-preciso-querer-ser-feliz-e-contribuir.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-8179274640126557870</id><published>2009-08-07T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T11:02:34.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"É fácil amar os que estão longe. Mas nem sempre é fácil amar os que vivem ao nosso lado."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Madre Teresa de Calcutá&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-8179274640126557870?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/8179274640126557870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=8179274640126557870' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/8179274640126557870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/8179274640126557870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-facil-amar-os-que-estao-longe.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-6610377769943188215</id><published>2009-08-07T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T10:59:24.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A felicidade é para quem se basta a si próprio."&lt;br /&gt;Aristóteles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-6610377769943188215?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/6610377769943188215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=6610377769943188215' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/6610377769943188215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/6610377769943188215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/08/felicidade-e-para-quem-se-basta-si.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-5962708663192165114</id><published>2009-08-06T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T12:22:04.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não confunda AMOR com PAIXÃO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A paixão, a distância apaga.&lt;br /&gt;O amor, a distância acende.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A paixão passa.&lt;br /&gt;O amor continua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na paixão você ri.&lt;br /&gt;No amor você também ri, sorri e, às vezes, chora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A paixão não tem limites.&lt;br /&gt;O amor tem obstáculos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na paixão você se dá.&lt;br /&gt;No amor, você se entrega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na paixão você faz sexo.&lt;br /&gt;No amor, você faz e recebe amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A paixão é superfície.&lt;br /&gt; O amor é correnteza.&lt;br /&gt;Pois a paixão lhe leva, enquanto o amor lhe arrasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A paixão ferve.&lt;br /&gt;O amor transborda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A paixão você conta a todos.&lt;br /&gt;O amor você revela ao amigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na paixão você curte o momento.&lt;br /&gt;No amor, você o vive intensamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na paixão você grita.&lt;br /&gt;No amor você sussurra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na paixão tudo existe.&lt;br /&gt;No amor, tudo se constrói.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A paixão exige.&lt;br /&gt;O amor pede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A paixão é incêndio.&lt;br /&gt;O amor é chama eterna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na paixão tudo são momentos.&lt;br /&gt;No amor, tudo é vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-5962708663192165114?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/5962708663192165114/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=5962708663192165114' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/5962708663192165114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/5962708663192165114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/08/nao-confunda-amor-com-paixao.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-8646689297010147561</id><published>2009-08-06T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T12:17:43.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"Quanto mais livre você deixar a pessoa que ama, mais ela sentirá prazer em ficar ao seu lado!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zibia Gasparetto&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-8646689297010147561?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/8646689297010147561/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=8646689297010147561' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/8646689297010147561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/8646689297010147561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/08/quanto-mais-livre-voce-deixar-pessoa.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-3848907173722392556</id><published>2009-08-04T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T08:52:59.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Aprendemos a voar como pássaros e a nadar como peixes, mas não aprendemos a conviver como irmãos."&lt;br /&gt;M. Luther King&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-3848907173722392556?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/3848907173722392556/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=3848907173722392556' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/3848907173722392556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/3848907173722392556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/08/aprendemos-voar-como-passaros-e-nadar.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-7332588755061050438</id><published>2009-08-04T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T08:46:03.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"É preciso viver, não apenas existir." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Plutarco&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-7332588755061050438?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/7332588755061050438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=7332588755061050438' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/7332588755061050438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/7332588755061050438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-preciso-viver-nao-apenas-existir.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-8972910382329055192</id><published>2009-08-04T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T08:37:19.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"Pensar pede audácia, pois refletir é transgredir a ordem do superficial que nos pressiona tanto. (...) Compreender: somos inquilinos de algo bem maior do que o nosso pequeno segredo individual. É o poderoso ciclo da existência. Nele todos os desastres e toda a beleza têm significado como fases de um processo. Se nos escondermos num canto escuro abafando nossos questionamentos, não escutaremos o rumor do vento nas árvores do mundo. Nem compreenderemos que o prato das inevitáveis perdas pode pesar menos do que o dos possíveis ganhos. Os ganhos ou os danos dependem da perspectiva e possibilidades de quem vai tecendo a sua história. O mundo em si não tem sentido sem o nosso olhar que lhe atribui identidade, sem o nosso pensamento que lhe confere alguma ordem. Viver, como talvez morrer, é recriar-se: a vida não está aí apenas para ser suportada nem vivida, mas elaborada. Eventualmente reprogramada. Conscientemente executada. Muitas vezes, ousada. (...)" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lya Luft&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-8972910382329055192?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/8972910382329055192/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=8972910382329055192' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/8972910382329055192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/8972910382329055192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/08/pensar-pede-audacia-pois-refletir-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-5556506787153480118</id><published>2009-08-04T08:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T08:36:20.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Só existem dois dias no ano que nada pode ser feito. Um se chama ONTEM e o outro AMANHÃ, portanto HOJE é o dia certo para AMAR, ACREDITAR, FAZER e, principalmente, VIVER!"&lt;br /&gt;(Dalai Lama)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-5556506787153480118?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/5556506787153480118/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=5556506787153480118' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/5556506787153480118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/5556506787153480118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-existem-dois-dias-no-ano-que-nada.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-5424118496110701018</id><published>2009-08-04T08:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T08:35:46.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"O tempo é algo que não volta atrás.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Por isso plante seu jardim e decore sua alma,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ao invés de esperar que alguém lhe traga flores."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-5424118496110701018?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/5424118496110701018/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=5424118496110701018' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/5424118496110701018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/5424118496110701018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-tempo-e-algo-que-nao-volta-atras.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-7752793429414084730</id><published>2009-08-04T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T08:35:18.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Meu mundo se resume a palavras que me perfuram, a canções que me comovem, a paixões que já nem lembro, a perguntas sem respostas, a respostas que não me servem, à constante perseguição do que ainda não sei. Meu mundo se resume ao encontro do que é terra e fogo dentro de mim, onde não me enxergo, mas me sinto."&lt;br /&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-7752793429414084730?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/7752793429414084730/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=7752793429414084730' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/7752793429414084730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/7752793429414084730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/08/meu-mundo-se-resume-palavras-que-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-166148300190947236</id><published>2009-07-30T12:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T12:44:17.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because the sky is blue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is all, love is you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-166148300190947236?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/166148300190947236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=166148300190947236' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/166148300190947236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/166148300190947236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/07/because-sky-is-blue.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-2370392082003837375</id><published>2009-07-27T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T09:31:12.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Ah !!! Mas se tu me cativas... nós teremos necessidade um do outro. Serás para mim o único no mundo, e eu serei para ti a única no mundo...&lt;br /&gt;Mas se tu me cativas, minha vida será como que cheia de sol...&lt;br /&gt;Conhecerei seus passos, um barulho que será diferente dos outros.&lt;br /&gt;Os outros passos me fazem entrar debaixo da terra.&lt;br /&gt;O teu me chamará para fora da toca ...&lt;br /&gt;Por favor, cativa-me !!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(O Pequeno Príncipe - Antoine Saint-Exupéry)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-2370392082003837375?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/2370392082003837375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=2370392082003837375' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/2370392082003837375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/2370392082003837375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/07/ah-mas-se-tu-me-cativas.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-4603596913805169654</id><published>2009-07-19T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T20:17:48.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Fazer as coisas certas, e não certas coisas"&lt;br /&gt;Jim Rohn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-4603596913805169654?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/4603596913805169654/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=4603596913805169654' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/4603596913805169654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/4603596913805169654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/07/fazer-as-coisas-certas-e-nao-certas.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-1091673032122533212</id><published>2009-07-17T18:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T18:46:44.028-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 anos do Bob Esponja...'/><title type='text'>Parabéns Bob Esponja!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SmEpH0DNzgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-1x7EmEZRyY/s1600-h/bobhome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359610245755555330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SmEpH0DNzgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-1x7EmEZRyY/s320/bobhome.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando morava nos Estados Unidos não perdia um dia o desenho do Sponge Bob quando chegava da escola.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cresci vendo esse desenho, bem tinha 12 anos na época e até hoje sou apaixonada pela esponja de calça quadrada que mora em um abacaxi no fundo do mar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E como uma fã não poderia deixar passar em branco os 10 anos do Bob Esponja!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-1091673032122533212?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/1091673032122533212/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=1091673032122533212' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/1091673032122533212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/1091673032122533212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/07/parabens-bob-esponja.html' title='Parabéns Bob Esponja!!'/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SmEpH0DNzgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-1x7EmEZRyY/s72-c/bobhome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-6746426377842851856</id><published>2009-07-13T19:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T06:54:29.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"O valor das coisas não está no tempo que elas duram, mas na intensidade com que acontecem. Por isso existem momentos inesquecíveis, coisas inexplicáveis e pessoas incomparáveis."&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-6746426377842851856?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/6746426377842851856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=6746426377842851856' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/6746426377842851856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/6746426377842851856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-valor-das-coisas-nao-esta-no-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-7234148505626801672</id><published>2009-07-13T19:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:00:58.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A coisa mais injusta sobre a vida é a maneira como ela termina. Eu acho que o verdadeiro ciclo da vida está de trás pra frente. Nós deveríamos morrer primeiro, nos livrar logo disso. Daí viver num asilo, até ser chutado pra fora de lá por estar muito novo. Ganhar um relógio de ouro e ir trabalhar. Então você trabalha 40 anos até ficar novo pra poder aproveitar a aposentadoria. Aí você curte tudo, bebe bastante álcool, faz festas e se prepara para a faculdade. Você vai pro colégio, tem várias namoradas, vira criança, não tem nenhuma responsabilidade, se torna um bebezinho no colo, volta pro útero da mãe, passa seus últimos nove meses de vida flutuando... e termina tudo com um ótimo orgasmo. Não seria perfeito?"&lt;br /&gt;Chaplin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-7234148505626801672?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/7234148505626801672/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=7234148505626801672' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/7234148505626801672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/7234148505626801672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/07/coisa-mais-injusta-sobre-vida-e-maneira.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-3713885232388268499</id><published>2009-07-13T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T05:10:47.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Viver é a coisa mais rara no mundo. A maioria das pessoas apenas existe."&lt;br /&gt;O. Wild&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-3713885232388268499?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/3713885232388268499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=3713885232388268499' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/3713885232388268499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/3713885232388268499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/07/viver-e-coisa-mais-rara-no-mundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-638212453260413588</id><published>2009-07-09T09:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T09:08:22.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"O ser humano não pode deixar de cometer erros; é com os erros, que os homens de bom senso aprendem a sabedoria para o futuro."&lt;br /&gt;(Plutarco)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-638212453260413588?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-9172411065640978079</id><published>2009-07-09T09:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T09:07:35.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"O perigo e o prazer andam de mãos dadas."&lt;br /&gt;(Provérbio Escocês)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-9172411065640978079?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/9172411065640978079/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=9172411065640978079' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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amamos."&lt;br /&gt;Da Vinci&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-2645259977259053555?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/2645259977259053555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=2645259977259053555' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/2645259977259053555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/2645259977259053555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/07/quanto-mais-conhecemos-mais-amamos.html' 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alguém&lt;br /&gt;fizer seu coração parar de funcionar por alguns segundos,&lt;br /&gt;preste atenção: pode ser a pessoa&lt;br /&gt;mais importante da sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se os olhares se cruzarem e, neste momento,&lt;br /&gt;houver o mesmo brilho intenso entre eles,&lt;br /&gt;fique alerta: pode ser a pessoa que você está&lt;br /&gt;esperando desde o dia em que nasceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o toque dos lábios for intenso, se o beijo&lt;br /&gt;for apaixonante, e os olhos se encherem&lt;br /&gt;d'água neste momento, perceba:&lt;br /&gt;existe algo mágico entre vocês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o 1º e o último pensamento do seu dia&lt;br /&gt;for essa pessoa, se a vontade de ficar&lt;br /&gt;juntos chegar a apertar o coração, agradeça:&lt;br /&gt;Algo do céu te mandou um presente divino : O AMOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia tiverem que pedir perdão um&lt;br /&gt;ao outro por algum motivo e, em troca,&lt;br /&gt;receber um abraço, um sorriso, um afago nos cabelos&lt;br /&gt;e os gestos valerem mais que mil palavras,&lt;br /&gt;entregue-se: vocês foram feitos um pro outro."&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-3737699898583188075?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/3737699898583188075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=3737699898583188075' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/3737699898583188075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/3737699898583188075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/2414695593880159420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=2414695593880159420' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/2414695593880159420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/2414695593880159420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/07/guardar-ressentimentos-e-como-tomar.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-2286354357307559553</id><published>2009-07-06T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T07:56:47.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just do it!!</title><content type='html'>Study as if you were to live forever.&lt;br /&gt;Live as if you were to die tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-2286354357307559553?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/2286354357307559553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=2286354357307559553' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/2286354357307559553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/2286354357307559553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-do-it.html' title='Just do it!!'/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-2768857518299236736</id><published>2009-07-05T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T12:14:01.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Para quê &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;IDEAL&lt;/span&gt;izar o que se pode &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;REAL&lt;/span&gt;izar???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-2768857518299236736?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/2768857518299236736/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=2768857518299236736' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/2768857518299236736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/2768857518299236736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/07/para-que-ideal-izar-o-que-se-pode-real.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-1431873080481484222</id><published>2009-06-23T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T18:57:19.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Se for pra esquentar que seja no sol.&lt;br /&gt;Se for pra enganar que seja o estômago.&lt;br /&gt;Se for pra chorar que se chore de alegria.&lt;br /&gt;Se for pra roubar que se roube um beijo.&lt;br /&gt;Se for pra perder que seja o medo.&lt;br /&gt;Se for para cair que seja na gandaia.&lt;br /&gt;Se existir guerra que seja de travesseiros.&lt;br /&gt;Se existir fome que seja de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Se for pra ser feliz que seja o tempo todo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-1431873080481484222?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/1431873080481484222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=1431873080481484222' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/1431873080481484222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/1431873080481484222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/06/se-for-pra-esquentar-que-seja-no-sol.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-7377541682882514760</id><published>2009-06-22T07:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T07:57:44.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O amor é sofredor, é benigno;&lt;br /&gt;o amor não é invejoso;&lt;br /&gt;o amor não trata com leviandade,&lt;br /&gt;não se ensoberbece,&lt;br /&gt;não se porta com indecência,&lt;br /&gt;não busca os seus interesses,&lt;br /&gt;não irrita,&lt;br /&gt;não suspeita mal,&lt;br /&gt;não folga com a injustiça, mas folga com a verdade,&lt;br /&gt;tudo sofre, tudo crê, tudo espera, tudo suporta.&lt;br /&gt;O amor nunca falha, é eterno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-7377541682882514760?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/7377541682882514760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=7377541682882514760' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/7377541682882514760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/7377541682882514760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-amor-e-sofredor-e-benigno-o-amor-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-370816883775071809</id><published>2009-06-22T07:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T07:05:36.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"São poucas as pessoas pra quem eu me explico."&lt;br /&gt;(Bob Marley)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-370816883775071809?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-8711633532162160847</id><published>2009-06-22T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T07:05:15.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"Suponho que me entender não é uma questão de inteligência e sim de sentir, de entrar em contato...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ou toca, ou não toca."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Clarice Lispector)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-8711633532162160847?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/8711633532162160847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-7391944718043912449</id><published>2009-06-19T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:37:08.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"If you can dream, you can do it."&lt;br /&gt;Walt Disney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-7391944718043912449?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/7391944718043912449/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=7391944718043912449' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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enfrentamos não podem ser resolvidos pelo mesmo nível de pensamento que os criou."&lt;br /&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-8503061909541203122?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/8503061909541203122/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=8503061909541203122' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/8503061909541203122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/8503061909541203122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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dividir;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes...&lt;br /&gt;sentimos solidão,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo cercados de pessoas;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes...&lt;br /&gt;falamos, sem sermos notados;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes...&lt;br /&gt;lutamos por uma causa perdida;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes...&lt;br /&gt;voltamos para casa coma sensação de derrota;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes...&lt;br /&gt;pedimos a Deus um pouco de força, um pouco de luz;&lt;br /&gt;E a resposta vem,&lt;br /&gt;seja lá como for,&lt;br /&gt;um sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;um olhar cúmplice,&lt;br /&gt;um cartãozinho,&lt;br /&gt;um bilhete,&lt;br /&gt;um gesto de amor;&lt;br /&gt;E a gente insiste;&lt;br /&gt;Insiste em prosseguir,&lt;br /&gt;em acreditar,&lt;br /&gt;em transformar,&lt;br /&gt;em dividir,&lt;br /&gt;em estar,&lt;br /&gt;em ser;&lt;br /&gt;E Deus insiste em nos abençoar,&lt;br /&gt;em nos mostrar o caminho:&lt;br /&gt;Aquele mais difícil,&lt;br /&gt;mais complicado, mais bonito.&lt;br /&gt;E a gente insiste em seguir,&lt;br /&gt;por que tem uma missão...&lt;br /&gt;SER FELIZ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-2144751711877025443?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/2144751711877025443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=2144751711877025443' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/2144751711877025443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/2144751711877025443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/06/quantas-vezes.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-3555572743197949862</id><published>2009-06-15T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:49:29.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"O sábio não exibe, por isso brilha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele não se faz notar, por isso é notado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele não elogia, por isso tem mérito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por não estar competindo, ninguém poderá vencê-lo."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-3555572743197949862?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/3555572743197949862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=3555572743197949862' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/3555572743197949862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/3555572743197949862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-sabio-nao-exibe-por-isso-brilha.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-5305139229444340283</id><published>2009-06-12T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:04:49.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia dos namorados...</title><content type='html'>Quando você não sabe o que aconteceu...&lt;br /&gt;Fica feliz por nada...&lt;br /&gt;E simplesmente descobre...&lt;br /&gt;Ih...me apaixonei!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O que sinto muitas vezes faz sentido&lt;br /&gt;e outras vezes não descubro o motivo&lt;br /&gt;que me explica porque é que não consigo&lt;br /&gt;ver sentido no que sinto,&lt;br /&gt;no que procuro,&lt;br /&gt;o que desejo&lt;br /&gt;e o que faz parte do meu mundo."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-5305139229444340283?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/5305139229444340283/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=5305139229444340283' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/5305139229444340283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/5305139229444340283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/06/dia-dos-namorados.html' title='Dia dos namorados...'/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-25310417620358416</id><published>2009-06-08T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T08:04:03.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Se não sabes, aprende; se já sabes, ensina."&lt;br /&gt;Confúcio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-25310417620358416?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/25310417620358416/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=25310417620358416' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/25310417620358416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/25310417620358416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/06/se-nao-sabes-aprende-se-ja-sabes-ensina.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-1497768295103318017</id><published>2009-06-04T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T07:55:03.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"É muito melhor arriscar coisas grandiosas,&lt;br /&gt;alcançar triunfo e glória,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo expondo-se à derrota,&lt;br /&gt;do que formar fila com os pobres de espírito,&lt;br /&gt;que não gozam muito e nem sofrem muito,&lt;br /&gt;porque vivem na penumbra cinzenta&lt;br /&gt;que não conhece nem vitória nem derrota."&lt;br /&gt;Theodore Roosevelt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-1497768295103318017?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-8323313499275867426</id><published>2009-06-03T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T07:59:02.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“A linguagem é como um dedo que aponta para a verdade,&lt;br /&gt;mas a maioria das pessoas vê apenas o dedo,&lt;br /&gt;em vez de olhar para a direção que o dedo aponta.”&lt;br /&gt;(Tao Te Ching)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-8323313499275867426?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/8323313499275867426/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=8323313499275867426' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/8323313499275867426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/8323313499275867426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/06/linguagem-e-como-um-dedo-que-aponta.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-1667335463093833060</id><published>2009-05-29T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T09:10:09.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Quero, um dia, dizer as pessoas que nada foi em vão...&lt;br /&gt;Que o amor existe, que vale a pena se doar às amizades e às pessoas,&lt;br /&gt;que a vida é bela sim e que eu sempre dei o melhor de mim...&lt;br /&gt;e que valeu a pena."&lt;br /&gt;Mário Quintana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-1667335463093833060?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/1667335463093833060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=1667335463093833060' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/1667335463093833060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/1667335463093833060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/05/quero-um-dia-dizer-as-pessoas-que-nada.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-7560330914800513713</id><published>2009-05-29T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T08:00:28.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"O valor das coisas não está no tempo que elas duram, mas na intensidade com que acontecem. Por isso existem momentos inesquecíveis, coisas inexplicáveis e pessoas incomparáveis."&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-7560330914800513713?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/7560330914800513713/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=7560330914800513713' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/7560330914800513713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/7560330914800513713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-valor-das-coisas-nao-esta-no-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-2955495811473331159</id><published>2009-05-27T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:47:06.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Será preciso, contudo,&lt;br /&gt;ser cauteloso com aquilo que fizer,&lt;br /&gt;e no que acreditar;&lt;br /&gt;é necessário que não tenha medo da própria sombra,&lt;br /&gt;e que aja com equilíbrio,&lt;br /&gt;prudência e humanidade, de modo que o excesso de confiança não o torne incauto,&lt;br /&gt;e a desconfiança excessiva não o faça intolerante."&lt;br /&gt;(N. Maquiavel)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-2955495811473331159?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/2955495811473331159/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=2955495811473331159' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/2955495811473331159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/2955495811473331159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/05/sera-preciso-contudo-ser-cauteloso-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-8304268503473800013</id><published>2009-05-22T06:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T06:24:54.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Então as coisas boas podem ser abusadas, e essas foram antes inventadas para renovar os espíritos cansados dos homens."&lt;br /&gt;Robert Burton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-8304268503473800013?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/8304268503473800013/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=8304268503473800013' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/8304268503473800013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/8304268503473800013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/05/entao-as-coisas-boas-podem-ser-abusadas.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-3137047311432073136</id><published>2009-05-21T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T06:13:18.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A primeira lei da natureza é a tolerância - já que temos todos uma porção de erros e fraquezas."&lt;br /&gt;Voltaire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-3137047311432073136?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/3137047311432073136/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=3137047311432073136' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/3137047311432073136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/3137047311432073136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/05/primeira-lei-da-natureza-e-tolerancia.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724158642272678285.post-7585883056719800130</id><published>2009-05-14T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T10:28:10.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Nada se pode ensinar a um homem.&lt;br /&gt;Pode-se apenas ajudá-lo a descobrir as coisas dentro de si mesmo."&lt;br /&gt;Galileu Galilei&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724158642272678285-7585883056719800130?l=ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/feeds/7585883056719800130/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1724158642272678285&amp;postID=7585883056719800130' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/7585883056719800130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724158642272678285/posts/default/7585883056719800130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndsbgjorn.blogspot.com/2009/05/nada-se-pode-ensinar-um-homem.html' title=''/><author><name>Natammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893820743124723250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jw7BVgyrv30/SphBBwaPeLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qNm78g5q9nE/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
