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mas sei que chorou. Chorou e se esforçou por parar, balbuciando apenas: “não consigo”.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Olhar para cima lhe dava medo, aquela pessoa tão grande parecia mais um gigante do que um amigo, ainda que ela dissesse ser; assim como o menino dizia querer parar de chorar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Dizer e não ser, dizer e não viver, querer e não poder, foi assim que fiquei tentando entender; talvez não conseguisse por me envolver&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;por lágrimas infantis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Relembrando a cena senti a falta de um toque, um pequeno afago, para que aquela distância entre o menino e o “gigante” diminuísse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ainda vejo as lágrimas, será que poderiam ser enxugadas com dedos dóceis? Ou será que o gigante não pode controlar sua grandeza e se aperceber de pequenas gotas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Aqueles dedos gigantes poderiam ser tornar pequenas plumas, leves, confortantes, se fossem aliados a um coração gigante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah, aquele menino frágil, de coração gigante, com suas lágrimas humildes me tocou, por estar tão puro diante de alguém tão grande. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah, aquela pessoa gigante, de coração pequeno me ensinou, a grandeza não é o que se vê, o que se teme, a grandeza é o que se tem. O menino tinha um coração grande que brotava da sua inocência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Passados tempos tenho esta imagem viva em minha mente, aprendi que não se pode crescer tanto, a ponto de matar o menino que um dia eu fui; nós fomos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Percebi que não&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;posso ficar tão pequeno a ponto de me encolher ante qualquer gigante, sejam eles humanos ou de que natureza for. Tenho que aprender a&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;lutar contra eles com a grandeza do meu coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Cada ano vivido, cada lágrima derramada, cada confronto que a vida oferece é um crescer e diminuir, é um agigantar-se e encolher-se, fazendo da vida um verdadeiro viver, aprendendo e dividindo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora penso que crescer é inevitável, confrontar-se é inevitável, não se pode estagnar ou simplesmente vegetar, é preciso que a roda da vida nunca pare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;E quando penso me pergunto; de que tamanho estará hoje aquele menino? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-5472681069837446957?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/5472681069837446957/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2011/01/cronica-do-menino-e-o-gigante.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/5472681069837446957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/5472681069837446957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2011/01/cronica-do-menino-e-o-gigante.html' title='Crônica do Menino e o Gigante'/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-7117655484856411960</id><published>2011-01-03T00:56:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T15:50:11.114-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cantata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Presidente Prudente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='um milagre aconteceu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='primeira igreja batista'/><title type='text'>Cantata de Natal "Um milagre aconteceu"</title><content type='html'>Apresentamos a cantata nos dias 24 e 26 e foi lindo! Confira uma das músicas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NykVFc3KKLs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NykVFc3KKLs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá pra ver a cantata completa e o culto no site da &lt;a href="http://www.pibprudente.org.br/"&gt;Primeira Igreja Batista de Presidente Prudente&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-7117655484856411960?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/7117655484856411960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2011/01/cantata-de-natal-um-milagre-aconteceu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/7117655484856411960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/7117655484856411960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2011/01/cantata-de-natal-um-milagre-aconteceu.html' title='Cantata de Natal &quot;Um milagre aconteceu&quot;'/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-228987701808811933</id><published>2010-07-30T00:24:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T15:51:30.169-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palácio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernando Pessoa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agir'/><title type='text'>Agir!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agir, eis a inteligência verdadeira. Serei o que quiser. &lt;br /&gt;Mas tenho que querer o que for. &lt;br /&gt;O êxito está em ter êxito, e não em ter condições de êxito. &lt;br /&gt;Condições de palácio tem qualquer terra larga, &lt;br /&gt;mas onde estará o palácio se não o fizerem ali?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Fernando Pessoa)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-228987701808811933?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/228987701808811933/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2010/07/agir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/228987701808811933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/228987701808811933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2010/07/agir.html' title='Agir!'/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-3505312328707431682</id><published>2010-03-14T00:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T15:51:48.076-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Love takes courage</title><content type='html'>“We take a risk when we open our hearts because the truth is, if we open our hearts, we will get hurt. You can’t open your heart and not have some hurt because you’re in a human experience. Even if it’s the love of your life and you have many wonderful, deepening, growing, powerful years together, it’s a human experience and that person will pass over. Love takes courage. Be courageous.”&lt;br /&gt;(Mary Manin Morrissey)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-3505312328707431682?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/3505312328707431682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-takes-courage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/3505312328707431682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/3505312328707431682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-takes-courage.html' title='Love takes courage'/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-3158534983361243360</id><published>2010-02-09T17:20:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T15:52:13.466-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='james morrison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='if you don&apos;t wanna love me'/><title type='text'>If you don't wanna love me</title><content type='html'>Essa música do James Morrison é perfeita!&lt;br /&gt;Letra, melodia, tudo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="320" width="540"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z6n1HNjKZ5g&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z6n1HNjKZ5g&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you lower me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando você me rebaixa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So deep that I, I can't get out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tanto que eu não posso sair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you're lost, lost and alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E quando você está perdido, perdido e sozinho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes you'd think it was the last place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sim, você pensaria que eu seria o último lugar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd come back for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para onde você voltaria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want me to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se você não quer que eu vá&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then don't push me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então não me empurre para longe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather blow out the lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Antes, apague as luzes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can watch it all fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você pode vê-las fenecer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas eu não vou a lugar nenhum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu vou ficar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you just wanna fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando você só quiser brigar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're closing your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando você estiver fechando os olhos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you don't wanna love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque você não quer me amar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu vou ficar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't push me too far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você não pode me empurrar para tão longe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no space in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não há lugar no meu coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I don't wanna love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde eu não queira te amar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when there's no, no storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E quando não há, nao há tempestade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then how can I feel the calm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então como eu posso sentir a calma?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's nothing, nothing, nothing left to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se não há nada, nada, nada que resta para perder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what is this feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então que sentimento é esse&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That keeps on bringing me back to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que fica me trazendo de volta para você?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então eu vou ficar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you just wanna fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando você só quiser brigar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're closing your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando você estiver fechando os olhos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you don't wanna love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque você não quer me amar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna stay, yes I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então eu vou ficar, sim, eu vou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't push me too far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você não pode me empurrar para tão longe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no space in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não há lugar no meu coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I don't wanna love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde eu não queira amar você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you ask me to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E se você me pedisse para sair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I walked away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E eu fosse embora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd still be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nós ainda estaríamos sozinhos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we'd still be afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E ainda estaríamos com medo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu não vou a lugar nenhum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu não vou a lugar nenhum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm gonna stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque eu vou ficar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you just wanna fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando você só quiser brigar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's tears in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E houver lágrimas nos seus olhos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you don't wanna love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque você não quer me amar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu vou ficar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the tears that I've cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todas as lágrimas que eu chorei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could leave them to dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu poderia deixá-las secar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't wanna love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se você não quer me amar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could leave them to dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu poderia deixá-las secar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't wanna love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se você não quer me amar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Se você estiver sofrendo de alguma tristeza relacionada a algum romance, não ouça... é altamente deprimente... uahauhauahauahauahu....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-3158534983361243360?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/3158534983361243360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-you-dont-wanna-love-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/3158534983361243360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/3158534983361243360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-you-dont-wanna-love-me.html' title='If you don&apos;t wanna love me'/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-3416508884614778011</id><published>2010-01-27T01:28:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T15:52:44.629-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lord of the rings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senhor dos aneis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tolkien'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme'/><title type='text'>O senhor dos aneis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/S1-ypiivACI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UlQrUpmkkTA/s1600-h/lord_of_the_rings_calendar_photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" mt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/S1-ypiivACI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UlQrUpmkkTA/s200/lord_of_the_rings_calendar_photo.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tenho q falar! Deve fazer mais de 1 ano q eu tento assistir O senhor dos aneis (q esquisito escrever aneis sem acento!) e não consegui. Mas vale a pena, e vale a pena mesmo!!! É muito bom, ou melhor, são muito bons os filmes! Incrível! Meus personagens preferidos: Sam (fiel e responsável; um exemplo), Aragorn (corajoso, destemido e incansável) e Legolas (super corajoso e leal... e&amp;nbsp;ñ dá pra deixar o Orlando Bloom de lado assim, neh... uahauahuahaua). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora vou contar minha experiência pessoal assistindo o filme... aliás, uma minha e uma da minha irmã. A minha: no primeiro filme, na parte em q eles chegam na mina e alguém ( não lembro quem) diz: "não é uma mina, é um túmulo" e eu, morrendo de medo, com o pé em cima do sofá, na janela. Bem nessa hora, vem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;uma mão branca e agarra meu pé! Eu grito! Minha irmã grita! É a minha mãe. Engraçadinha. Quase morri. A da minha irmã: assistindo O retorno do rei, cheio de batalhas e tudo mais, minha graciosa mãe vem por trás do outro sofá e agarra o pé da minha irmã. Quem a conhece imagina como foi... quase morri de susto de novo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;É a vida. E é mesmo incrível como o cinema e a literatura são capazes de nos levar a outros mundos, outras realidades e nos colocar em situações incríveis e inimagináveis. O senhor dos aneis nos faz pensar em como a sede de poder é perigosa e destrutiva, em como ter algum poder nas mãos pode ser enganoso, em como a amizade e a lealdade são essenciais na nossa vida e na compreensão de que o nosso papel na vida e no mundo não pode ser desempenhado por ninguém além de nós mesmos. &lt;/div&gt;Assistam O senhor dos aneis. É para se divertir e para refletir também.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-3416508884614778011?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/3416508884614778011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-senhor-dos-aneis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/3416508884614778011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/3416508884614778011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-senhor-dos-aneis.html' title='O senhor dos aneis'/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/S1-ypiivACI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UlQrUpmkkTA/s72-c/lord_of_the_rings_calendar_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-8622649756881382136</id><published>2010-01-20T22:36:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T15:53:01.191-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bíblia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eclesiastes'/><title type='text'>When times are good, be happy; but when times are bad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When times are good, be happy;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but when times are bad, consider:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God has made the one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as well as the other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Therefore, a man cannot discover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anything about his future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Eclesiastes 7.14)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-8622649756881382136?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/8622649756881382136/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-times-are-good-be-happy-but-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/8622649756881382136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/8622649756881382136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-times-are-good-be-happy-but-when.html' title='When times are good, be happy; but when times are bad...'/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-723426804275232628</id><published>2010-01-11T21:25:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T15:53:25.572-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jornal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salvação'/><title type='text'>Porque eu não gosto de assistir jornal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tenho que&amp;nbsp;dizer uma coisa: &lt;strong&gt;eu não gosto de assistir jornal&lt;/strong&gt;. Assisto porque a minha mãe gosta e gosto de ver o da hora do almoço, que é mais leve... mas o fato é que é cada vez mais difícil para&amp;nbsp;mim ver essas notícias cada vez piores. Todas resultado do pecado que toma conta do mundo mais e mais todo dia. Enchentes, violência, a falta de amor e responsabilidade com as crianças, os políticos se esquecendo completamente de seu papel (&lt;strong&gt;primordial&lt;/strong&gt;) de representantes do povo. Semana passada, a âncora do Jornal Hoje comentou que é triste noticiar atos de bondade e honestidade, porque prova que isso não e mais comum. E qual a razão? O profeta Oséias tem a resposta: "o meu povo está sendo destruído, porque lhe falta o conhecimento." (Oséias 4.6a). Falta conhecimento em todos os sentidos. O desprezo pelo conhecimento de Deus leva a pessoa a desprezar todas as outras formas de conhecimento: conhecimento acadêmico,&amp;nbsp;conhecimento do que acontece no mundo e de seus&amp;nbsp;porquês, conhecimento daqueles que o cercam. Isso é muito grave. A falta de conhecimento fecha os olhos para a realidade e leva à ignorância. Ignorância tal que leva o povo a errar e, mesmo assim, criticar os erros dos outros. Ignorância que leva o povo a se contentar em repetir opiniões dos outros em vez de buscar conhecimento para formar opinião própria. "Por isso, como é o povo, assim é o sacerdote; castigá-lo-ei pelo seu procedimento e lhe darei o pago de suas obras. Comerão, mas não se fartarão... porque ao Senhor deixaram de adorar." (Oséias 4. 9,10). Não basta criticar os homens que envergonham o país aparecendo em rede nacional escondendo dinheiro nos bolsos, meias e malas. Importa olhar para si mesmo e saber que se a corrupção chega a esse ponto, a mudança deve começar por você. Alguém já disse: "seja a mudança que você quer ver no mundo." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Termino com a letra da música Deixa que eu deixo, de&amp;nbsp;João Alexandre:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde o tesouro, ali o teu coração&lt;br /&gt;Onde o teu ouro, por certo toda a paixão&lt;br /&gt;Poucos trocados corrompem muita razão&lt;br /&gt;Vende-se o voto, contrariando a intenção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corre o ditado, e é tão comum se dizer:&lt;br /&gt;"Cada pessoa seu preço certo há de ter"&lt;br /&gt;E a nota verde corrompe o teu bem querer&lt;br /&gt;Made in Brazil, Brasília e todo poder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que vai sobrar, se fica assim como está?&lt;br /&gt;Alguém já gastou, por certo alguém vai pagar&lt;br /&gt;Deixa que eu deixo e todos deixam pra lá!&lt;br /&gt;Geme essa gente sem vez nem voz pra falar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-723426804275232628?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/723426804275232628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2010/01/porque-eu-nao-gosto-de-assistir-jornal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/723426804275232628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/723426804275232628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2010/01/porque-eu-nao-gosto-de-assistir-jornal.html' title='Porque eu não gosto de assistir jornal.'/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-5603987058354988988</id><published>2009-12-11T23:29:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T15:53:43.288-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fogo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ferida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camões'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Um pouco de classicismo nesse dia...</title><content type='html'>Pode falar o que quiser: é brega, clichê, whatever. Todo mundo já viu esses versos, pelo menos a 1ª estrofe, ou ouviram partes na música do Renato Russo. Alguns até já mandaram esses versos para alguém... aham... ninguém pode negar: Camões, embora deprimido demais para o meu gosto, sabia das coisas. &lt;br /&gt;Portanto aí vai esse soneto de que eu aprendi a gostar com o tempo. Não somente leia, mas reflita sobre o que ele diz. Vale a pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/SyLyr-CuHpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/wqFhik9fd50/s1600-h/how_to_heal_a_broken_heart_by_temporary_peace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/SyLyr-CuHpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/wqFhik9fd50/s320/how_to_heal_a_broken_heart_by_temporary_peace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amor é fogo que arde sem se ver,&lt;/div&gt;é ferida que dói, e não se sente;&lt;br /&gt;é um contentamento descontente,&lt;br /&gt;é dor que desatina sem doer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um não querer mais que bem querer;&lt;br /&gt;é um andar solitário entre a gente;&lt;br /&gt;é nunca contentar-se de contente;&lt;br /&gt;é um cuidar que ganha em se perder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É querer estar preso por vontade;&lt;br /&gt;é servir a quem vence, o vencedor;&lt;br /&gt;é ter com quem nos mata, lealdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas como causar pode seu favor&lt;br /&gt;nos corações humanos amizade,&lt;br /&gt;se tão contrário a si é o mesmo Amor?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-5603987058354988988?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/5603987058354988988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2009/12/um-pouco-de-classicismo-nesse-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/5603987058354988988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/5603987058354988988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2009/12/um-pouco-de-classicismo-nesse-dia.html' title='Um pouco de classicismo nesse dia...'/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/SyLyr-CuHpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/wqFhik9fd50/s72-c/how_to_heal_a_broken_heart_by_temporary_peace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-8014386822507000267</id><published>2009-11-14T23:58:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T17:49:43.587-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Gratidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Quero uma vida real, com pessoas reais e amor tão real que eu quase possa tocar... e eu posso, porque o Senhor concretiza o teu amor por mim em tantas coisas e em tantos momentos...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Obrigada, Senhor, pelo teu amor presente no vento, nas árvores, nas flores, no céu azul cheio de nuvens branquinhas, no sol (às vezes tão forte...). &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Obrigada, Senhor, pelo teu amor presente nos dias cinzentos, na chuva, nas nuvens, nas flores caídas no chão.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Obrigada, Senhor, pelo teu amor presente na cama quentinha, no café com leite que nunca falta, no chocolate que adoça os momentos mais difíceis, no arroz com feijão e salada que o Senhor provê todos os dias, na música que fala tudo o que eu não consigo colocar em palavras, e que só o Senhor entende.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Obrigada, Senhor, pelo teu amor presente no meu pai, na minha mãe, nas minhas irmãs, avós, tios. Obrigada pelo teu amor presente em cada um dos meus amigos, em cada um dos colegas e professores dos lugares onde estudo, em cada um dos meus colegas de trabalho, em cada um dos meus alunos. Cada uma dessas pessoas mostra uma face do teu amor.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-8014386822507000267?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/8014386822507000267/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2009/11/gratidao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/8014386822507000267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/8014386822507000267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2009/11/gratidao.html' title='Gratidão'/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-2452779319969369682</id><published>2009-10-16T23:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T15:54:15.642-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tempo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mário quintana'/><title type='text'>Tempo...</title><content type='html'>"A vida são deveres&lt;br /&gt;que nós trouxemos pra fazer em casa.&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê já são seis horas!&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê, já é sexta-feira...&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê, já terminou o ano...&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê, passaram-se 50 anos!&lt;br /&gt;Agora, é tarde demais&lt;br /&gt;para ser reprovado...&lt;br /&gt;Se me fosse dado, um dia,&lt;br /&gt;outra oportunidade,&lt;br /&gt;eu nem olhava o relógio.&lt;br /&gt;Seguiria sempre em frente&lt;br /&gt;e iria jogando, pelo caminho,&lt;br /&gt;a casca dourada&lt;br /&gt;e inútil das horas...&lt;br /&gt;Dessa forma eu digo, &lt;br /&gt;não deixe de fazer algo que gosta &lt;br /&gt;devido à falta de tempo, &lt;br /&gt;a única falta que terá&lt;br /&gt;será desse tempo&lt;br /&gt;que infelizmente&lt;br /&gt;não voltará mais..." &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/4949888182744250009-2452779319969369682?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/2452779319969369682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-2155578727639096575</id><published>2009-10-15T13:15:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T15:54:32.613-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mudança'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sedentário hiperativo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alemão'/><title type='text'>O jeito alemão de se fazer mudança</title><content type='html'>Copiando do blog Sedentário Hiperativo (&lt;a href="http://www.sedentario.org/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object align="absMiddle" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" height="300" id="waves" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://content.clipster.ws/umzug_0.swf' /&gt;&lt;param name='flashvars' value='autoplay=true'/&gt;&lt;param name='quality' value='high' /&gt;&lt;param name='allowFullScreen' value='true' /embed src='http://content.clipster.ws/umzug_0.swf' FlashVars='autoplay=true' quality='high' bgcolor='#000000' width='400' height='300' name='fullscreen' align='middle' allowScriptAccess='always' allowFullScreen='true' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E repito a pergunta deles: será q esses caras têm um piano em casa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sedentario.org/videos/o-jeito-alemao-de-se-fazer-mudanca-20424"&gt;http://www.sedentario.org/videos/o-jeito-alemao-de-se-fazer-mudanca-20424&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-2155578727639096575?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/2155578727639096575/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-jeito-alemao-de-se-fazer-mudanca.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/2155578727639096575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/2155578727639096575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-jeito-alemao-de-se-fazer-mudanca.html' title='O jeito alemão de se fazer mudança'/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-8110241163042180932</id><published>2009-09-24T21:41:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T15:55:03.731-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sound of music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favoritas'/><title type='text'>My favorite things...</title><content type='html'>Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens&lt;br /&gt;Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens&lt;br /&gt;Brown paper packages tied up with strings&lt;br /&gt;These are a few of my favorite things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels&lt;br /&gt;Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles&lt;br /&gt;Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings&lt;br /&gt;These are a few of my favorite things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes&lt;br /&gt;Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes&lt;br /&gt;Silver white winters that melt into springs&lt;br /&gt;These are a few of my favorite things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the dog bites&lt;br /&gt;When the bee stings&lt;br /&gt;When I'm feeling sad&lt;br /&gt;I simply remember my favorite things&lt;br /&gt;And then I don't feel so bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje me lembrei dessa música, do filme A noviça rebelde... e comecei a pensar nas minhas coisas favoritas... fiz uma imagem com algumas delas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/SrwR5jjkrZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/bxkTPwUrPn0/s1600-h/my+favorite+things.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385198934922931602" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/SrwR5jjkrZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/bxkTPwUrPn0/s200/my+favorite+things.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 174px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-8110241163042180932?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/8110241163042180932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-favorite-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/8110241163042180932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/8110241163042180932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-favorite-things.html' title='My favorite things...'/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/SrwR5jjkrZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/bxkTPwUrPn0/s72-c/my+favorite+things.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-4038185349257886431</id><published>2009-08-27T11:16:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T15:55:28.304-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovesong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sara bareilles'/><title type='text'>Love Song</title><content type='html'>Tah tocando na minha cabeça...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Head under water &lt;br /&gt;And you tell me to breathe easy for a while&lt;br /&gt;Breathing gets harder, even I know that&lt;br /&gt;Made room for me&lt;br /&gt;It's too soon to see if I'm happy in your hands&lt;br /&gt;I'm unusually hard to hold on to&lt;br /&gt;Blank stares at blank pages&lt;br /&gt;No easy way to say this&lt;br /&gt;You mean well but you make this hard on me&lt;br /&gt;I learned the hard way&lt;br /&gt;That they all say things you wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;My heavy heart sinks deep down under&lt;br /&gt;You and your twisted words, your help just hurts&lt;br /&gt;You are not what I thought you were&lt;br /&gt;Hello to high and dry&lt;br /&gt;Convinced me to please you&lt;br /&gt;Made me think that I need this too&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to let you hear me as I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you a love song&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you ask for it, 'cause you need one&lt;br /&gt;You see, I'm not gonna write you a love song&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you tell me it, make or break in this&lt;br /&gt;If you're on your way&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you to stay&lt;br /&gt;If all you have is leavin'&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna need a better reason &lt;br /&gt;To write you a love song today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you'll leave the light on&lt;br /&gt;To help me see with daylight, my guide, gone&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I believe there's a way&lt;br /&gt;You can love me because I say&lt;br /&gt;I won't write you a love song&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you ask for it, 'cause you need one&lt;br /&gt;You see, I'm not gonna write you a love song&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you tell me it, make or break in this&lt;br /&gt;Is that why you wanted a love song?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you asked for it, 'cause you need one&lt;br /&gt;You see I'm not gonna write you a love song&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you tell me it, make or break in this&lt;br /&gt;If you're on your way&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you to stay&lt;br /&gt;If your heart is nowhere in it, I don't want it for a minute&lt;br /&gt;Babe, I walk the seven seas &lt;br /&gt;When I believe that there's a reason &lt;br /&gt;To write you a love song today...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Which way should I go?&lt;br /&gt;I planned each step but now I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a chasm of uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;But, I will go there, if You’ll go with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentle Savior, lead me on, let Your Spirit light my way&lt;br /&gt;Hold me close and keep me safe, lead me on, Gentle Savior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t I walk away from my regrets&lt;br /&gt;And why is forgiveness so hard to accept.&lt;br /&gt;My past surrounds me like a house I can’t afford.&lt;br /&gt;But You say, "Come with me; don’t live there anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I reach the valley every soul must journey through&lt;br /&gt;I’ll remember then how well You know the way,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll put my hand in Your hand like a trusting child would do&lt;br /&gt;And say&lt;br /&gt;Gentle Savior, lead me on, let Your Spirit light my way&lt;br /&gt;Hold me close and keep me safe, lead me on, Gentle Savior&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-1745360151466620146</id><published>2009-07-15T13:15:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T15:16:47.062-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sampa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Presidente Prudente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='São Paulo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='férias'/><title type='text'>Férias</title><content type='html'>Frio, chuva, vento... essa é São Paulo... fazer o q?&lt;br /&gt;Embora goste de viajar pra cá e passear, vir pra cá me deixa mais feliz ainda por morar numa cidade tão linda como Prudente... eu sei q no dia-a-dia a gente reclama, enche de defeitos, mas estando aqui eu vejo como aaaaaaamo minha cidade do coração.&lt;br /&gt;Pra terminar, um beijo a todos q possivelmente lerão o meu blog (uns 2, numa expectativa otimista...) e até logo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-1745360151466620146?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/1745360151466620146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2009/07/ferias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/1745360151466620146'/><link rel='self' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danilo gentili'/><title type='text'>afff...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/3u7j9" title="Sigam-me os Bons! on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;img alt="Sigam-me os Bons! on Twitpic" height="150" src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/3u7j9.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;só ele msm pra fazer isso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aliás... &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/avalonmelanie"&gt;www.twitter.com/avalonmelanie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-7721227912386902177?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/7721227912386902177/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2009/05/afff.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/7721227912386902177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/7721227912386902177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2009/05/afff.html' title='afff...'/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-5471777513315310627</id><published>2009-04-20T13:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T15:17:35.369-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimenta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canção'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cecília meireles'/><title type='text'>Canção da flor da pimenta - Cecília Meireles</title><content type='html'>Lindinho... amei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A flor da pimenta é uma pequena estrela,&lt;br /&gt;fina e branca,&lt;br /&gt;a flor da pimenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frutinhas de fogo vêm depois da festa&lt;br /&gt;das estrelas.&lt;br /&gt;Frutinhas de fogo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uns coraçõezinhos roxos, áureos, rubros,&lt;br /&gt;muito ardentes.&lt;br /&gt;Uns coraçõezinhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E as pequenas flores tão sem firmamento&lt;br /&gt;jazem longe.&lt;br /&gt;As pequenas flores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudaram-se em farpas, sementes de fogo&lt;br /&gt;tão pungentes!&lt;br /&gt;Mudaram-se em farpas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novas se abrirão,&lt;br /&gt;leves,&lt;br /&gt;brancas,&lt;br /&gt;puras,&lt;br /&gt;deste fogo,&lt;br /&gt;muitas estrelinhas... &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-5471777513315310627?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/5471777513315310627/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2009/04/cancao-da-flor-da-pimenta-cecilia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/5471777513315310627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/5471777513315310627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2009/04/cancao-da-flor-da-pimenta-cecilia.html' title='Canção da flor da pimenta - Cecília Meireles'/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-3577740286030268548</id><published>2009-03-25T22:11:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T15:18:10.583-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='signs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patrick hughes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='james morrison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Signs</title><content type='html'>Lindo vídeo... mostra como o amor pode ser simples e complicado ao mesmo tempo... bem, mais simples q complicado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="264" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Termino com a frase da canção de James Morrison: "Dream on, if you don't feel love&lt;br /&gt;then dreaming is the way to go..." (Sonhe, se vc não sente o amor, então sonhar é o caminho...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-3577740286030268548?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/3577740286030268548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2009/03/signs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/3577740286030268548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/3577740286030268548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2009/03/signs.html' title='Signs'/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-3364074745008661889</id><published>2009-03-24T19:06:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T15:19:06.331-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beatles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power rangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super mario'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='8 minutes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='32 songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ronan keating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fredde gredde'/><title type='text'>32 songs in 8 minutes</title><content type='html'>Tenho dois vídeos que quero postar, mas hoje vou ficar com esse.&lt;br /&gt;O cara é bom, canta e toca muitooo... e ainda por cima... bem, as meninas já sabem o q eu vou dizer... uhauahauahua... tenho q dizer: fofíssimo!!!!!!! Very very very cute and nice! Pelo q entendi, o nome dele é algo como Freddy Gredde... hehe... mas acho q ñ é isso ñ... mas qdo descobrir, eu falo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lista das músicas q ele canta no vídeo estão logo abaixo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pm9L60YBj3s&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pm9L60YBj3s&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billie Jean (Michael Jackson)&lt;br /&gt;Jizz in my pants (Lonely Island)&lt;br /&gt;Wannabe (Spice Girls)&lt;br /&gt;Mario Kart Love Song (Sam Hart)&lt;br /&gt;Over the Rainbow (Judy Garland)&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend (Avril Lavinge)&lt;br /&gt;No woman no cry (Bob Marley)&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna give you up (Rick Astley)&lt;br /&gt;Harder, better, faster, stronger (Daft Punk)&lt;br /&gt;White&amp;amp;Nerdy (Weird Al Yankovic)&lt;br /&gt;Tribute (Tenacious D)&lt;br /&gt;Numa Numa/Dragostea din tei (O-Zone)&lt;br /&gt;Angry video game nerd (Rolfe &amp;amp; Justin)&lt;br /&gt;Mamma Mia (ABBA)&lt;br /&gt;Smoke on the water (Deep Purple)&lt;br /&gt;A whole new world (Disney)&lt;br /&gt;Let it Be (The Beatles)&lt;br /&gt;Eye of the tiger (Survivor)&lt;br /&gt;Leave Britney Alone (Me / Chris Crocker)&lt;br /&gt;Thunderstruck (AC/DC)&lt;br /&gt;Feel good inc. (Gorillaz)&lt;br /&gt;Metropolis (Dream Theater)&lt;br /&gt;Pokemon Theme&lt;br /&gt;Through the fire and flames (Dragonforce)&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Rain (Tay Zonday)&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your heart (Roxette)&lt;br /&gt;Hips Don't Lie (Shakira)&lt;br /&gt;Killer Queen (Queen)&lt;br /&gt;Time is running out (Muse)&lt;br /&gt;When you say nothing at all (Ronan Keating)&lt;br /&gt;Road Trippin' (Red Hot Chili Peppers)&lt;br /&gt;Power Rangers Theme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-3364074745008661889?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/3364074745008661889/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2009/03/tenho-dois-videos-que-quero-postar-mas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/3364074745008661889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/3364074745008661889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2009/03/tenho-dois-videos-que-quero-postar-mas.html' title='32 songs in 8 minutes'/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-161871508791172868</id><published>2009-03-23T23:03:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T15:19:27.923-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carreira profissional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bíblia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profissão'/><title type='text'>O que eu quero</title><content type='html'>Nem sempre a gente pode ter o que quer. Ou fazer o que quer. A busca por algo em que vc se realize pode ser árdua e difícil em alguns casos.&lt;br /&gt;No meu caso, a entrada na área da educação veio por uma sugestão da minha mãe, que iniciou a faculdade de Letras, mas não pode concluir. Não, não houve pressão da minha família sobre o que fazer. Pensei em Direito, Geografia, Filosofia, em ir para a Aeronáutica. Ainda quero cursar essas faculdades. Desisti da Aeronáutica, claro. Mas a idéia ainda me fascina. &lt;br /&gt;O mais importante para mim não é a carreira profissional que vou seguir. Ainda sou jovem, posso mudar o rumo se quiser. Gostaria muito de ser tradutora, mas o que me traz realização não é isso. O que me realiza é poder fazer o melhor no lugar em que eu estou. Como diz a Bíblia, quem é fiel no pouco, é fiel no muito. Como vou ser fiel e eficiente na profissão que eu quero se não o sou na outras profissões que tenho e tive? &lt;br /&gt;Maus hábitos são fáceis de criar, e o hábito de fazer a coisas de qualquer jeito, então, nem se fala. Sei porque já passei por isso. A volta é dura e muito difícil. Mas, quando ela acontece, o que mais te faz feliz é o prazer de saber que você fez o melhor. Sem elogios, sem agradecimentos, sem lisonjas. A sensação de dever cumprido é mais preciosa que o reconhecimento vindo de outrem. O reconhecimento que vem de vc mesmo, poder deitar e dormir em paz, sabendo que a sua vida está "zerada", sem pendências de culpa, são as sensações mais maravilhosas.&lt;br /&gt;Faço o que gosto, e isso não é uma profissão. É fazer o melhor onde estiver. Não o tempo todo, porque, como minha mãe disse, ninguém consegue fazer tudo certo o tempo todo. Esse é um trabalho custoso e difícil de fazer. Mas me esforço, e vou continuar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-161871508791172868?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/161871508791172868/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-que-eu-quero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/161871508791172868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/161871508791172868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-que-eu-quero.html' title='O que eu quero'/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-1851450335314519077</id><published>2009-03-20T22:51:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T15:19:51.389-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bíblia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bênção'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obrigada'/><title type='text'>Para quem não merece nada…</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Deus me abençoou grandemente nesta semana. Maravilhosamente eu vi a Sua mão me livrando e me conduzindo ao lugar em que Ele quer que eu esteja. E eu sei que o melhor lugar para se estar é o centro da vontade de Deus. Embora com (muitas!) falhas, tenho me submetido à vontade de Deus em minha vida. E de fato dá certo. Quantas vezes recebi bênçãos, livramentos, provações que me fizeram crescer, força nas tentações. Ele me conduz e me faz perceber que Ele é o melhor para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Como ser humano, tenho vontade de desistir às vezes. É triste, é algo que acontece quando nos desanimamos e faz com que abramos brechas. Mas, uma vez tendo provado a graça e o poder de Deus, é impossível desistir dEle. Primeiramente porque Jesus mesmo diz que aquele que vier a Ele jamais será lançado fora. Em segundo lugar porque nunca vi e creio firmemente que nunca verei alguém seriamente “tentar”, “fazer uma experiência” com Jesus e desistir. Não há como desistir diante de um amor tão grande. &lt;br /&gt;Nas palavras de Paulo, o amor de Cristo me constrange. Me constrange porque sei que tudo o que faço na minha vida não é mais que a enésima parte do mínimo que Ele merece. Me constrange porque é abundantemente mais do que possa crer. Não que eu desacredite o poder de Deus, mas porque ele é infinitamente maior do que a minha mente limitada pode conceber como possível. Me constrange porque eu não mereço tamanha misericórdia e graça. Não mereço. Nunca merecerei.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada, Senhor. Muito obrigada. Que eu jamais abandone o Teu caminho. E sei que não vais permitir que isso aconteça. Obrigada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-1851450335314519077?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/1851450335314519077/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2009/03/para-quem-nao-merece-nada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/1851450335314519077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/1851450335314519077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2009/03/para-quem-nao-merece-nada.html' title='Para quem não merece nada…'/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-5120437695377799393</id><published>2009-03-10T16:28:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T15:20:08.375-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bíblia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novela'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='família'/><title type='text'>Uma reflexão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Sabe, porém, isto: nos últimos dias, sobrevirão tempos difíceis, pois os homens serão egoístas, avarentos, jactanciosos, arrogantes, blasfemadores, desobedientes aos pais, ingratos, irreverentes, desafeiçoados, implacáveis, caluniadores, sem domínio de si, cruéis, inimigos do bem, traidores, atrevidos, enfatuados, mais amigos dos prazeres que amigos de Deus, tendo forma de piedade, negando-lhe, entretanto, o poder."&lt;br /&gt;(2 Timóteo 3.1-5)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assistir novela não é uma coisa boa, eu sei. Mas, às vezes, em momentos desocupados, acabo comentendo esse erro grave. O que acho interessante é q, ultimamente, as novelas têm (será q &lt;b&gt;têm&lt;/b&gt; ainda tem acento?) descaradamente contrariado valores básicos e imutáveis instituídos por Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje mesmo, vi um exemplo muito claro: um pai expulsa o filho de casa, por esse filho ter sido acusado de adultério com a mulher do primo (na verdade ele não fez nada disso, mas aceitou essa condição por dinheiro, já q seu primo é um político bem sucedido, ai ai...). A filha diz: "Meu pai diz q o meu irmão está destruindo a família, mas, na verdade, é ele quem está destruindo a nossa família". A mãe concorda. Detalhe: essa filha, mais pra frente (conforme já li), vai ser tornar (se tornar???) lésbica. A outra filha se tornará rainha, madrinha, sei lá o q de bateria de uma escola de samba. A última, aliás, já afirmou q o pai ñ deixa, mas ela morre de vontade, claro. Vejam como os valores são invertidos, e o pai, q preza pelos valores familiares, chamados "tradicionais", é o errado da história. &lt;br /&gt;O maior erro q permeia as idéias desse autor é pensar q os "valores tradicionalistas" são valores instituídos por homens. Que engano! A família é uma instituição criada por Deus, portanto suas regras não podem ser mudadas como as regras humanas, pois foram alicerçadas por Deus, são eternas e imutáveis. Pai, mãe, filhos obedientes, tudo isso faz parte da família q Deus criou. Cada vez que queremos mudar as leis de Deus, erramos e tornamos a nossa vida mais difícil.&lt;br /&gt;Fico triste pensando em quantas pessoas caem no engano de concordar com isso tudo, inebriadas pela história, pelo senso de justiça q esses personagens têm e acabam levando isso para suas vidas. Oro para q Deus abra suas mentes para a sua Verdade. Amém.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-5120437695377799393?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/5120437695377799393/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2009/03/sabe-porem-isto-nos-ultimos-dias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/5120437695377799393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/5120437695377799393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2009/03/sabe-porem-isto-nos-ultimos-dias.html' title='Uma reflexão...'/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-498149002937975871</id><published>2009-02-26T12:24:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T15:20:23.990-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bíblia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comunhão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carnaval'/><title type='text'>Carnaval</title><content type='html'>Não gosto de carnaval. Não mesmo. Tempo e dinheiro q são perdidos na vida da maioria das pessoas q comemoram esse feriado. Uma das coisas q mais me irritam é o dinheiro público q vai pelo ralo nas decorações, roupas (se é q podem ser chamadas assim) e todas essas outras coisas q se fazem nos desfiles de carnaval. Outra coisa q me irrita é a mídia (não, não sou dessas pessoas q acham q tudo é uma conspiração da mídia) agindo como se todos os brasileiros amassem o carnaval e parassem a sua vida por ele.&lt;br /&gt;Bem, pontos positivos? Primeiro: é feriado. Quer dizer, não é, mas tudo acaba parando e nós paramos também. É boa a parte de poder dormir, quebrar a rotina e sentir um pouco da calma das férias. Três dias sem fazer nada são, de fato, bons. Em fevereiro a gente ainda não tá muito no ritmo. Afinal, as aulas são o período de interrupção das férias, como diria José Paulo Paes, e é sempre ótimo reviver esse momento.&lt;br /&gt;É mais ótimo ainda (essa redundância é só pra dar ênfase) poder usar esse momento para exercitar um dos aspectos da vida cristã: a comunhão. Esse é o segundo ponto positivo pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;A gente sempre acaba indo pra algum lugar, fazendo alguma coisa legal, conversando, relembrando experiências, micos, bagunças. Isso é maravilhoso. A gente pode não se dar conta disso, mas estamos não só relembrando momentos q Deus nos concedeu, como também tendo a oportunidade de ter novos momentos, novas lembranças, tudo isso sob a graça do Senhor. Sem bebedeira, sem barulho, sem desordem, e muito, muito, muito mais felizes do q qualquer carnavalesco em São Paulo, Rio, Pernambuco ou Bahia. Alegria só existe no Senhor. E essa é uma bênção magnífica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É só (só???) isso por hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: No fim do dia, Deus nos lembrou da sua aliança conosco... esse arco-íris é da terça-feira. Estava perfeito... lindo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/Saa3pVqgEXI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Wb8HZDPVBcQ/s1600-h/DSC00060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307131131720634738" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/Saa3pVqgEXI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Wb8HZDPVBcQ/s320/DSC00060.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 240px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Disse Deus: Este é o sinal da minha aliança que faço entre mim e vós e entre todos os seres viventes que estão convosco, para perpétuas gerações: porei nas nuvens o meu arco; será por sinal da aliança entre mim e a terra. Sucederá que, quando eu trouxer nuvens sobre a terra, e nelas aparecer o arco, então, me lembrarei da minha aliança, firmada entre mim e vós e todos os seres viventes de toda carne..."&lt;br /&gt;(Gênesis 9.12-15)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-498149002937975871?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/498149002937975871/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2009/02/carnaval.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/498149002937975871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/498149002937975871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2009/02/carnaval.html' title='Carnaval'/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/Saa3pVqgEXI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Wb8HZDPVBcQ/s72-c/DSC00060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-93999811992762678</id><published>2009-02-19T20:20:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:26:03.236-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lições do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1ª lição - &lt;strong&gt;Obedecer para ser feliz&lt;/strong&gt;…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Tá… ñ ganhei nada por isso… mas fazer a coisa certa (por pior q pareça) ñ tem preço!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/SZ3pFNmBmPI/AAAAAAAAAPg/BnJK32Aj8sg/s1600-h/DSC09925%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC09925" border="0" alt="DSC09925" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/SZ3pGFYcJgI/AAAAAAAAAPk/V5Ip5iSk3UY/DSC09925_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="181" height="142" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Queria ter tirado uma foto do antes, mas esqueci… mas q deu trabalho, deu… tenho só uma testemunha:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/SZ3pHRhMnPI/AAAAAAAAAPo/yM1_5qebfT0/s1600-h/DSC09926%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC09926" border="0" alt="DSC09926" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/SZ3pI-oX-WI/AAAAAAAAAPs/rGwCd0x2WCY/DSC09926_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="188" height="147" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Huahuahauhauahauhau…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2ª lição –&lt;strong&gt; É bom fazer alguma coisa legal pelas pessoas q nos cercam quando temos a oportunidade…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Levei a Shell no Valentine’s day no inglês e… ganhamos 2 entradas pro cinema… uhuuul!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Valeu, Shell!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/SZ3pJXqANGI/AAAAAAAAAPw/enXQEBLAoWM/s1600-h/DSC09937%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC09937" border="0" alt="DSC09937" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/SZ3pKgzufOI/AAAAAAAAAP0/mVcrcOMURr4/DSC09937_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="187" height="204" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/SZ3pL8pT-QI/AAAAAAAAAP4/SL5r-SMKRLY/s1600-h/mel%20e%20shell%5B15%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="mel e shell" border="0" alt="mel e shell" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/SZ3pNR__NiI/AAAAAAAAAP8/3d-DgRVqNz8/mel%20e%20shell_thumb%5B13%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="177" height="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/SZ3pL8pT-QI/AAAAAAAAAQA/3YGW8Sjocus/s1600-h/mel%20e%20shell%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/SZ3pL8pT-QI/AAAAAAAAAQA/3YGW8Sjocus/s1600-h/mel%20e%20shell%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Um homem tinha dois filhos. &lt;br /&gt;Chegando-se ao primeiro, disse: Filho, vai hoje trabalhar na vinha. &lt;br /&gt;Ele respondeu: Sim, senhor; porém não foi. &lt;br /&gt;Dirigindo-se ao segundo, disse-lhe a mesma coisa. &lt;br /&gt;Mas este respondeu: Não quero; depois, arrependido, foi. &lt;br /&gt;Qual dos dois fez a vontade do pai? Disseram: O segundo. &lt;br /&gt;Declarou-lhes Jesus: Em verdade vos digo que publicanos e meretrizes vos precedem no reino de Deus. &lt;br /&gt;Porque João veio a vós outros no caminho da justiça, e não acreditastes nele; &lt;br /&gt;ao passo que publicanos e meretrizes creram. &lt;br /&gt;Vós, porém, mesmo vendo isto, não vos arrependestes, afinal, para acreditardes nele."&lt;br /&gt;(Mateus 21.28-32)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-93999811992762678?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/93999811992762678/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2009/02/licoes-do-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/93999811992762678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/93999811992762678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2009/02/licoes-do-dia.html' title='Lições do dia'/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/SZ3pGFYcJgI/AAAAAAAAAPk/V5Ip5iSk3UY/s72-c/DSC09925_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-5186940205126522609</id><published>2009-02-18T14:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T14:50:39.443-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uaaauuuu</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Entrei num dos blogs q acompanho hj e ñ aguentei… tenho q mostrar isso!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Estou finalmente achando coisas pra postar!!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kenoly Brothers, filhos do Ron Kenoly (o cara!)… q voz, q piano, q tudo!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ouçam e curtam…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:95c05e80-832f-45c6-a664-ed199bcb8665" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="c548daad-1b3b-451f-b3b4-601be9ec4f06" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wSZkOSEirjI" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/SZxKbtMcOZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/-iJfCS_9-9A/videoe88bed73a967%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('c548daad-1b3b-451f-b3b4-601be9ec4f06'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; 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 &lt;p&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;heart&lt;/strong&gt; rainy days!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;They’re special, they’re cool, they’re simply awesome!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Chuva é sinal de bênção… bem diz o meu pai…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Senhor, muito obrigada!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/SZv2HuYUOmI/AAAAAAAAAPM/D9X6OT37gKQ/s1600-h/DSC09896%5B13%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC09896" border="0" alt="DSC09896" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/SZv2I4ficHI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/1fLgux1hcQU/DSC09896_thumb%5B11%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="195" height="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/SZv2J8_iFwI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Gnb9Y7zn0L0/s1600-h/DSC09892%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC09892" border="0" alt="DSC09892" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/SZv2K1isMVI/AAAAAAAAAPY/K6MYfbQ-5Ws/DSC09892_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="194" height="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-3337282799684992972?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/3337282799684992972/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2009/02/about-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/3337282799684992972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/3337282799684992972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2009/02/about-yesterday.html' title='About yesterday…'/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/SZv2I4ficHI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/1fLgux1hcQU/s72-c/DSC09896_thumb%5B11%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-2513437127686148481</id><published>2009-02-17T13:37:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T15:20:46.472-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elizabeth bishop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in her shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one art'/><title type='text'>The art of losing – Elizabeth Bishop</title><content type='html'>Como é difícil achar o que pôr num blog (ñ lembro se pôr ainda tem acento…)!!! Deve ser por isso que eu quase não escrevo aqui. &lt;br /&gt;Ontem assisti um filme, &lt;i&gt;In her shoes&lt;/i&gt; (Em seu lugar)… não é o filme mais legal q eu já assisti, mas é bom. Fala da relação de duas irmãs, e q bom q eu ñ tenho uma irmã como a Maggie (Cameron Diaz)! Ela é terrível!!! Mas aprendeu coisas legais, e por esse filme tive a oportunidade de conhecer esse poema, One art (Uma arte). Espero q vcs gostem!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;A tradução está embaixo… desculpem qualquer erro, pois&amp;nbsp; foi feita por mim.&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/SZrnvT-STnI/AAAAAAAAAPA/-Jbx9eVzqmA/s1600-h/72083963%5B17%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img align="right" alt="72083963" border="0" height="131" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/SZrnwQnJf1I/AAAAAAAAAPE/7qRyFlc0GE0/72083963_thumb%5B15%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: inline;" title="72083963" width="177" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;One art &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The art of losing isn't hard to master;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A arte de perder não é difícil de dominar     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;so many things seem filled with the intent&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;muitas coisas parecem cheias do intento     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;to be lost that their loss is no disaster.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;de serem perdidas e sua perda não é um desastre &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lose something every day. Accept the fluster   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Perca alguma coisa todo dia. Aceite a confusão&lt;/i&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;de perder as chaves da porta, a hora mal gasta.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;The art of losing isn't hard to master.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A arte de perder não é difícil de dominar.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then practice losing farther, losing faster:   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Então pratique perdendo além, perdendo mais rápido:     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;places, and names, and where it was you meant     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;lugares, e nomes, e para onde você deveria     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;to travel. None of these will bring disaster.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;viajar. Nada disso vai trazer um desastre. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my mother's watch. And look! My last, or   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu perdi o relógio da minha mãe. E olhe! Minha última, ou     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;next-to-last, of three loved houses went.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;quase última, de três amadas casas se foi.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;The art of losing isn't hard to master.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A arte de perder não é difícil de dominar. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu perdi duas cidades, amáveis. E, maiores,     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;alguns reinos que eu possuía, dois rios, um continente.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu sinto a sua falta, mas isso não foi um desastre. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mesmo perder você (a voz brincalhona, um gesto     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I love) I shan't have lied.&amp;nbsp; It's evident    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;que eu amo) eu não terei mentido. É evidente     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;the art of losing's not too hard to master    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;que a arte de perder não é muito difícil de dominar     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;embora isso possa parecer (Escreva isto!) um desastre.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será mesmo a arte de perder tão fácil de aprender???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-2513437127686148481?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/2513437127686148481/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2009/02/art-of-losing-elizabeth-bishop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/2513437127686148481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/2513437127686148481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2009/02/art-of-losing-elizabeth-bishop.html' title='The art of losing – Elizabeth Bishop'/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/SZrnwQnJf1I/AAAAAAAAAPE/7qRyFlc0GE0/s72-c/72083963_thumb%5B15%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-2503424699775520182</id><published>2009-01-11T13:16:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T15:21:07.895-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eirik solhein'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='40 seconds'/><title type='text'>one year in 40 seconds</title><content type='html'>assistam esse vídeo... mesmo... 1 ano em 40 segundos. &lt;br /&gt;Eirik Solhein fotografou a vista da sua janela durante um ano e fez esse vídeo. Lindo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O site dele está logo abaixo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="225" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2639782&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2639782&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/2639782"&gt;One year in 40 seconds&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/eirikso"&gt;Eirik Solheim&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-2503424699775520182?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/2503424699775520182/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-year-in-40-seconds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/2503424699775520182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/2503424699775520182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-year-in-40-seconds.html' title='one year in 40 seconds'/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-3044779101876322644</id><published>2008-10-17T17:18:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T15:22:14.189-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='narnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steven curtis chapman'/><title type='text'>Remembering You</title><content type='html'>linda música da trilha do filme As crônicas de Nárnia - O Leão, a feiticeira e o guarda-roupa. O cantor é Steven Curtis Chapman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4P39oEuI2-s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4P39oEuI2-s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found You in the most unlikely way&lt;br /&gt;But really it was You who found me&lt;br /&gt;And I found myself in the gifts that You gave&lt;br /&gt;You gave me so much and I&lt;br /&gt;I wish You could stay&lt;br /&gt;but I'll, I'll wait for the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I watch as the cold winter melts into spring&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be remembering You&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'll smell the flowers and hear the birds sing&lt;br /&gt;and I'll be remembering You, I'll be remembering You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the first moment when I heard Your name&lt;br /&gt;Something in my heart came alive&lt;br /&gt;You showed me love and no words could explain&lt;br /&gt;A love with the power to&lt;br /&gt;Open the door&lt;br /&gt;To a world I was made for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I watch as the cold winter melts into spring&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be remembering You&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'll smell the flowers and hear the birds sing&lt;br /&gt;and I'll be remembering You, I'll be remembering You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dark night, the hard fight&lt;br /&gt;The long climb up the hill knowing the cost&lt;br /&gt;The brave death, the last breathe&lt;br /&gt;The silence whispering all hope was lost&lt;br /&gt;The thunder, the wonder&lt;br /&gt;A power that brings the dead back to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish You could stay&lt;br /&gt;But I'll wait for the day&lt;br /&gt;And though You've gone away&lt;br /&gt;You come back and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch as the cold winter melts into spring&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be remembering You&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'll smell the flowers and hear the birds sing&lt;br /&gt;I'll be remembering You&lt;br /&gt;And I'll watch as the sun fills a sky that was dark&lt;br /&gt;I'll be remembering You&lt;br /&gt;And I'll think of the way that You fill up my heart&lt;br /&gt;I'll be remembering You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-3044779101876322644?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/3044779101876322644/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2008/10/remembering-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/3044779101876322644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/3044779101876322644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2008/10/remembering-you.html' title='Remembering You'/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-6387823667141238036</id><published>2008-10-08T10:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T10:58:59.999-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='josé paulo paes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alfabeto'/><title type='text'>ALFABETO - José Paulo Paes</title><content type='html'>Marcou minha infância... e ainda hoje vejo que há muitas verdades nesse poeminha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;ulas: período de interrupção das férias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;erro: o som produzido pelo martelo quando bate no dedo da gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;aveira: a cara da gente quando a gente não for mais gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;edo: parte do corpo que não deve ter muita intimidade com o nariz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;xcelente: lente muito boa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;orro: o lado de fora do lado de dentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;irafa: bicho que, quando tem dor de gargante, é um deus-nos-acuda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;oje: o ontem de amanhã ou o amanhã de ontem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;sca: cavalo de Tróia para peixe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;anela: porta de ladrão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;uz: coisa que se apaga, mas não com borracha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;inhoca: cobra no jardim-de-infância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;uvem: algodão que chove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;vo: filho da galinha que foi mãe dela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;ulo: esporte inventado pelos buracos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q&lt;/strong&gt;ueixo: parte do corpo que depois de um soco vira queixa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;ei: cara que ganhou coroa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;opapo: o que acontece quando só papo não adianta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;ombo: o que acontece entre o escorregão e o palavrão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;rgente: gente com pressa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;agalume: besouro guarda-noturno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;ará: o outro que sou eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z&lt;/strong&gt;ebra: bicho que tomou sol atrás das grades.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-6387823667141238036?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/6387823667141238036/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2008/10/alfabeto-jos-paulo-paes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/6387823667141238036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/6387823667141238036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2008/10/alfabeto-jos-paulo-paes.html' title='ALFABETO - José Paulo Paes'/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-5788727988194180859</id><published>2008-09-11T21:35:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T15:22:44.131-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esta força estranha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ana maria machado'/><title type='text'>Esta força estranha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/SMm6hoVr6JI/AAAAAAAAAMA/rrUWE_rMBL0/s1600-h/esta_forca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244928327976478866" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/SMm6hoVr6JI/AAAAAAAAAMA/rrUWE_rMBL0/s200/esta_forca.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi... quero falar desse livro maravilhoso q eu li em tempo recorde: 4 horas... eh... livro bom é assim... mto bom aliás... aprendi mto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leiam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-5788727988194180859?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/5788727988194180859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2008/09/esta-fora-estranha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/5788727988194180859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/5788727988194180859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2008/09/esta-fora-estranha.html' title='Esta força estranha'/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/SMm6hoVr6JI/AAAAAAAAAMA/rrUWE_rMBL0/s72-c/esta_forca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-4970038897710138213</id><published>2008-06-13T15:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T15:06:43.204-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'>Uma flor nasceu na rua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/SFK2zgDT0lI/AAAAAAAAALg/hi-MMF7RZ6U/s1600-h/P1190363%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/SFK2zgDT0lI/AAAAAAAAALg/hi-MMF7RZ6U/s200/P1190363%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211428714714485330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Uma flor nasceu na rua!&lt;br /&gt;Passem de longe, bondes, ônibus, rio de aço do tráfego.&lt;br /&gt;Uma flor ainda desbotada&lt;br /&gt;ilude a polícia, rompe o asfalto.&lt;br /&gt;Façam completo silêncio, paralisem os negócios,&lt;br /&gt;garanto que uma flor nasceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua cor não se percebe.&lt;br /&gt;Suas pétalas não se abrem.&lt;br /&gt;Seu nome não está nos livros.&lt;br /&gt;É feia. Mas é realmente uma flor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sento-me no chão da capital do país às cinco horas da tarde&lt;br /&gt;e lentamente passo a mão nessa forma insegura.&lt;br /&gt;Do lado das montanhas, nuvens macias avolumam-se.&lt;br /&gt;Pequenos pontos brancos movem-se no mar, galinhas em pânico.&lt;br /&gt;É feia. Mas é uma flor. Furou o asfalto, o tédio, o nojo e o ódio.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Trecho de A flor e a náusea, de Carlos Drummond de Andrade)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-4970038897710138213?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/4970038897710138213/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2008/06/uma-flor-nasceu-na-rua.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/4970038897710138213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/4970038897710138213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2008/06/uma-flor-nasceu-na-rua.html' title='Uma flor nasceu na rua'/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/SFK2zgDT0lI/AAAAAAAAALg/hi-MMF7RZ6U/s72-c/P1190363%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-5204587447541334187</id><published>2008-05-08T18:23:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T15:23:52.582-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avalon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in Christ alone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hymns'/><title type='text'>In Christ alone</title><content type='html'>lindo... esse hino é maravilhoso... abaixo está a letra em inglês e a tradução...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed base="http://admin.brightcove.com" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="videoId=1407498683&amp;amp;playerId=1137883230&amp;amp;viewerSecureGatewayURL=https://services.brightcove.com/services/amfgateway&amp;amp;servicesURL=http://services.brightcove.com/services&amp;amp;cdnURL=http://admin.brightcove.com&amp;amp;domain=embed&amp;amp;autoStart=false&amp;amp;" height="412" name="flashObj" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" seamlesstabbing="false" src="http://services.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f8/1137883230" swliveconnect="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="486"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IN CHRIST ALONE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;SOMENTE EM CRISTO&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ alone my hope is found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Somente em Cristo minha esperança está&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my light, my strength, my song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele é minha luz, minha força, minha canção&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Cornerstone, this solid ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Esta Pedra de esquina, este lugar sólido&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firm through the fiercest drought and storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Firme através da mais feroz seca ou tempestade&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What heights of love, what depths of peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que alturas de amor, que profundezas de paz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When fears are stilled, when strivings cease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quando medos são tranqüilizados, quando os esforços cessam&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Comforter, my All in all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meu Confortador, meu Tudo em tudo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in the love of Christ I stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aqui no amor de Cristo eu permaneço&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ alone, who took on flesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Somente em Cristo, que se fez carne&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fullness of God in helpless babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Plenitude de Deus em indefeso bebê &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gift of love and righteousness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Este presente de amor e retidão&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scorned by the ones He came to save&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Desprezado pelos que veio salvar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Til on that cross as Jesus died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Naquela cruz, quando Jesus morreu &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wrath of God was satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A ira de Deus foi satisfeita &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every sin on Him was laid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por cada pecado em que Ele foi condenado&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in the death of Christ I live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aqui na morte de Cristo eu vivo &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There in the ground His body lay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Naquele lugar em que Seu corpo está&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Light of the world by darkness slain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Luz do mundo pela escuridão morta &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then bursting forth in glorious Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Então irrompeu em um dia glorioso &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up from the grave He rose again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saiu do túmulo, subiu novamente &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as He stands in victory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;E, como permanece em vitória,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin’s curse has lost its grip on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A maldição do pecado perdeu seu poder sobre mim &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am His and He is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Porque sou dEle e Ele é meu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought with the precious blood of Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Comprado pelo precioso sangue de Jesus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No guilt in life, no fear in death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sem culpa na vida, sem medo na morte&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the power of Christ in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Este é o poder de Cristo em mim &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From life’s first cry to final breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do primeiro choro da vida ao último suspiro &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus commands my destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jesus comanda meu destino&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No power of hell, no scheme of man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nem poder do inferno, nem planos do homem&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can ever pluck me from His hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Podem jamais me arrancar de Sua mão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;‘til He returns or calls me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Até Ele voltar ou me chamar para o Lar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aqui no poder de Cristo vou permanecer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-5204587447541334187?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/5204587447541334187/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-christ-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/5204587447541334187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/5204587447541334187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-christ-alone.html' title='In Christ alone'/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-4706252171082621901</id><published>2007-12-15T02:04:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T23:27:21.095-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colação de grau'/><title type='text'>Formada!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/R2NWMUd2AhI/AAAAAAAAAJw/CHCl5iJQ7lA/s1600-h/DSC00156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/R2NWMUd2AhI/AAAAAAAAAJw/CHCl5iJQ7lA/s200/DSC00156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144049969039540754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/R2NWM0d2AiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/kkyu30vDEb8/s1600-h/DSC00194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/R2NWM0d2AiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/kkyu30vDEb8/s200/DSC00194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144049977629475362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/R2NWNEd2AjI/AAAAAAAAAKA/rAAJqviJOeg/s1600-h/DSC00196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/R2NWNEd2AjI/AAAAAAAAAKA/rAAJqviJOeg/s200/DSC00196.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144049981924442674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/R2NWNUd2AkI/AAAAAAAAAKI/oHsW1LTDNJc/s1600-h/DSC00147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/R2NWNUd2AkI/AAAAAAAAAKI/oHsW1LTDNJc/s200/DSC00147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144049986219409986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graças a Deus... formada... enfim... é pela graça do Senhor que cheguei aqui hj... Graças a Deus pelo Seu amor, que me concedeu a vida, família e amigos mais que especiais!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-4706252171082621901?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/4706252171082621901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2007/12/formada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/4706252171082621901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/4706252171082621901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2007/12/formada.html' title='Formada!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/R2NWMUd2AhI/AAAAAAAAAJw/CHCl5iJQ7lA/s72-c/DSC00156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-7230815723989563723</id><published>2007-10-22T13:55:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T13:30:15.663-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiz 20 anos!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/RxzKOm04XmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/_yDNqU5hMAg/s1600-h/Mel+beb%C3%AA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/RxzKOm04XmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/_yDNqU5hMAg/s200/Mel+beb%C3%AA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124192828330106466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/RxzKO204XnI/AAAAAAAAAI0/0QkDuaiC0Ls/s1600-h/N%C3%B3s+tr%C3%AAs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/RxzKO204XnI/AAAAAAAAAI0/0QkDuaiC0Ls/s200/N%C3%B3s+tr%C3%AAs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124192832625073778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/RxzKPG04XoI/AAAAAAAAAI8/beI3pXRu3qM/s1600-h/mel+e+plantas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/RxzKPG04XoI/AAAAAAAAAI8/beI3pXRu3qM/s200/mel+e+plantas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124192836920041090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/RxzKPW04XpI/AAAAAAAAAJE/L7JNyz4578s/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+mel+no+casamento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/RxzKPW04XpI/AAAAAAAAAJE/L7JNyz4578s/s200/C%C3%B3pia+de+mel+no+casamento.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124192841215008402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graças a Deus, mais um ano de vida...&lt;br /&gt;em 21 de outubro de 1987, o Senhor me deu a oportunidade de nascer, e a cada dia me dá um presente: poder viver!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mto obrigada a todos que participaram desses meus 20 anos, q foram mto especias, e com certeza serão mto especias tb os anos q eu vou viver daki em diante!!!!&lt;br /&gt;E mto obrigada tb a tds os q estiveram aki pra comemorar comigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um dia se passou, quero dar o meu louvor,&lt;br /&gt;Bendito é o Senhor&lt;br /&gt;Ao meu lado sempre andou, dos perigos me livrou,&lt;br /&gt;Bendito é o Senhor&lt;br /&gt;Quando em meio à tentação eu seguro a Sua mão&lt;br /&gt;Bendito é o Senhor&lt;br /&gt;Quando enfrento a provação tenho força em oração&lt;br /&gt;Bendito é o Senhor&lt;br /&gt;NEle está a nossa fé, Ele nos mantém de pé,&lt;br /&gt;Bendito é o Senhor&lt;br /&gt;Quem domina a terra e céus cuidará dos filhos Seus&lt;br /&gt;Bendito é o Senhor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digno de honra, glória, majestade!!!&lt;br /&gt;MAIS UM ANO SE PASSOU, QUERO DAR O MEU LOUVOR,&lt;br /&gt;BENDITO É O SENHOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! agora vai...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-7230815723989563723?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/7230815723989563723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2007/10/fiz-20-anos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/7230815723989563723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/7230815723989563723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2007/10/fiz-20-anos.html' title='Fiz 20 anos!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/RxzKOm04XmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/_yDNqU5hMAg/s72-c/Mel+beb%C3%AA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-1929914018918618614</id><published>2007-10-03T14:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T14:48:35.591-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faculdade'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/RwPVR204XkI/AAAAAAAAAIU/U7CtELHl-dg/s1600-h/Luz-tenue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/RwPVR204XkI/AAAAAAAAAIU/U7CtELHl-dg/s200/Luz-tenue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117168104374820418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2,5... q número horrivel!!!!!!!!! Mas eh a nota q eu tirei em Metodologia de ensino de língua portuguesa... &lt;br /&gt;agora eh orar mto pra recuperar!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei q Deus está ao meu lado... as provações são importantes na nossa vida pra q aprendamos q somos mto pouco...&lt;br /&gt;pra terminar, um texto de John Bunyan, um pastor q sofreu mto em seu ministerio, mas q escreveu essas palavras maravilhosas:&lt;br /&gt;“Nós também, antes que a tentação venha, pensamos que podemos caminhar sobre o mar, mas, quando os ventos sopram, sentimos que começamos a afundar... E ainda assim, isso não nos traz nenhum bem? Não poderíamos viver sem essas mudanças da mão de Deus sobre nós. Nossa natureza carnal cresceria excessivamente, se não tivéssemos nossos invernos no tempo apropriado. Diz-se que em alguns países as árvores crescem, mas não produzem fruto, pois não há inverno ali...” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-1929914018918618614?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/1929914018918618614/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2007/10/25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/1929914018918618614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/1929914018918618614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2007/10/25.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/RwPVR204XkI/AAAAAAAAAIU/U7CtELHl-dg/s72-c/Luz-tenue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-6915593582674390336</id><published>2007-09-11T17:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T23:48:54.639-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o velho e o mar'/><title type='text'>O velho e o mar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.comciencia.br/resenhas/litoral/velho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.comciencia.br/resenhas/litoral/velho.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi pessoal... hj acabei de ler o livro O velho e o mar, de Ernest Hemingway...&lt;br /&gt;com certeza recomendo a leitura dele... vc se sente no mar junto com Santiago (o velho)... ao msm tempo q sente a solidão dele, sente o desejo de estar lah para ajudá-lo, para lutar com ele... é muito bom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais uma citação do livro pra terminar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'Sim, você deveria ter trazido muitas coisas', pensou. 'Mas não as trouxe, velho. Agora não é o momento de pensar naquilo que você não tem. Pense antes no que pode fazer com aquilo que tem.'"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-6915593582674390336?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/6915593582674390336/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-velho-e-o-mar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/6915593582674390336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/6915593582674390336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-velho-e-o-mar.html' title='O velho e o mar...'/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-2312666568925928932</id><published>2007-08-31T22:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T22:36:18.396-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='martin luther king jr'/><title type='text'>"A escuridão não pode extingüir a escuridão. Só a luz pode." (Martin Luther King Jr.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/RtjB0RrzGMI/AAAAAAAAAHI/HInEosyzUgY/s1600-h/450px-Alabama_cave_2005-04-24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/RtjB0RrzGMI/AAAAAAAAAHI/HInEosyzUgY/s200/450px-Alabama_cave_2005-04-24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105043281468922050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-2312666568925928932?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/2312666568925928932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2007/08/escurido-no-pode-extingir-escurido-s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/2312666568925928932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/2312666568925928932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2007/08/escurido-no-pode-extingir-escurido-s.html' title='&quot;A escuridão não pode extingüir a escuridão. Só a luz pode.&quot; (Martin Luther King Jr.)'/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/RtjB0RrzGMI/AAAAAAAAAHI/HInEosyzUgY/s72-c/450px-Alabama_cave_2005-04-24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-603754259358263589</id><published>2007-08-15T23:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T00:06:48.106-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shakespeare'/><title type='text'>Um dia você aprende...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/RsO8dhrzGGI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GKuBN-jd7iI/s1600-h/sozinho....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/RsO8dhrzGGI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GKuBN-jd7iI/s200/sozinho....jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099126418557835362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez mtos de vcs jah tenham lido este texto... mas, se vc jah leu, leia de novo... &lt;br /&gt;Se vc ainda ñ leu, pode ter certeza de q vale a pena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Depois de algum tempo você aprende a diferença, a sutil diferença, entre dar a mão e acorrentar uma alma. E você aprende que amar não significa apoiar-se, que companhia nem sempre significa segurança, e começa a aprender que beijos não são contratos, e que presentes não são promessas.&lt;br /&gt;Começa a aceitar suas derrotas com a cabeça erguida e olhos adiante, com a graça de um adulto e não com a tristeza de uma criança; aprende a construir todas as suas estradas no hoje, porque o terreno do amanhã é incerto demais para os planos, 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, e aprende que não importa o quanto você se importe, algumas pessoas simplesmente não se importam... aceita que não importa quão boa seja uma pessoa, ela vai ferí-lo de vez em quando e você precisa perdoá-la por isso. Aprende que falar pode aliviar dores emocionais, e descobre que se leva anos para se construir confiança e apenas segundos para destruí-la, e que você pode fazer coisas em um instante, das quais se arrependerá pelo resto da vida; aprende que verdadeiras amizades continuam a crescer mesmo a longas distâncias, e o que importa não é o que você tem na vida, mas quem você tem na vida, e que bons amigos são a família que nos permitiram escolher. Aprende que não temos que mudar de amigos se compreendemos que eles mudam; percebe que seu melhor amigo e você podem fazer qualquer coisa, ou nada, e terem bons momentos juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Descobre que as pessoas com quem você mais se importa na vida são tomadas de você muito depressa, por isso sempre devemos deixar as pessoas que amamos com palavras amorosas; pode ser a última vez que as vejamos.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que as circunstâncias e os ambientes tem influência sobre nós, mas nós somos responsáveis por nós mesmos. Começa a aprender que não se deve compará-los com os outros, mas com o melhor que pode ser. Descobre que se leva muito tempo para se tornar a pessoa que quer ser, e que o tempo é curto. Aprende que não importa onde já chegou, mas onde se está indo, mas se você não sabe para onde está indo qualquer lugar serve. Aprende que ou você controla seus atos ou eles o controlarão, e que ser flexível não significa ser fraco ou não ter personalidade, pois não importa quão delicada e frágil seja uma situação, sempre existem dois lados. Aprende que heróis são pessoas que fizeram o que era necessário fazer, enfrentando as conseqüências. Aprende que paciência requer muita prática.&lt;br /&gt;Descobre que algumas vezes a pessoa de quem você espera que o chute, quando você cai é uma das poucas que o ajudam a levantar-se; aprende que maturidade tem mais a ver com os tipos de experiência que se teve e o que você aprendeu com elas do que com quantos aniversários você celebrou; aprende que há mais dos seus pais em você do que você supunha; aprende que nunca se deve dizer a uma criança que sonhos são bobagens; poucas coisas são tão humilhantes... e seria uma tragédia se ela acreditasse nisso.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que quando se está com raiva se tem o direito de estar com raiva, mas isso não te dá o direito de ser cruel. Descobre que só porque alguém não o ama do jeito que você quer que ame não significa que esse alguém não o ama com tudo o que pode, pois existem pessoas que nos amam, mas simplesmente não sabem como demonstrar ou viver isso. Aprende que nem sempre é suficiente ser perdoado por alguém; algumas vezes você tem que aprender a perdoar-se a si mesmo. Aprende que com a mesma severidade com que julga, você será em algum momento condenado. Aprende que não importa em quantos pedaços seu coração foi partido, o mundo não pára para que você o conserte. Aprende que o tempo não é algo que possa voltar para trás, portanto, plante seu jardim e decore sua alma ao invés de esperar que alguém lhe traga flores, e você aprende que realmente pode suportar... que realmente é forte e que pode ir muito mais longe depois de pensar que não se pode mais.&lt;br /&gt;Descobre que realmente a vida tem valor e que você tem valor diante da vida! Nossas dúvidas são traidoras e nos fazem perder o bem que poderíamos conquistar, se não fosse o medo de tentar."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-603754259358263589?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/603754259358263589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2007/08/um-dia-voc-aprende.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/603754259358263589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/603754259358263589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2007/08/um-dia-voc-aprende.html' title='Um dia você aprende...'/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/RsO8dhrzGGI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GKuBN-jd7iI/s72-c/sozinho....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-6805655334321101719</id><published>2007-08-10T11:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T11:56:26.931-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o velho e o mar'/><title type='text'>Uma citação</title><content type='html'>"Mas, quem sabe? Talvez hoje. Cada dia é um novo dia. É melhor ter sorte. Mas eu prefiro fazer as coisas sempre bem. Então, se a sorte me sorrir, estou preparado."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(O velho e o mar - Ernest Hemingway)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-6805655334321101719?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/6805655334321101719/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2007/08/uma-citao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/6805655334321101719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/6805655334321101719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2007/08/uma-citao.html' title='Uma citação'/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-5119470939059800125</id><published>2007-08-08T00:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T13:32:19.338-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo entregarei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/Rrk3KfE700I/AAAAAAAAAFE/Nj22vFrJvCU/s1600-h/amizade2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/Rrk3KfE700I/AAAAAAAAAFE/Nj22vFrJvCU/s200/amizade2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096165106626843458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo, ó Cristo, a Ti entrego; tudo, sim, por Ti darei&lt;br /&gt;Resoluto, mas submisso, sempre a Ti eu seguirei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo entregarei, tudo entregarei&lt;br /&gt;Sim, por ti, Jesus bendito, tudo deixarei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo, ó Cristo, a Ti entrego, corpo e alma eis aqui&lt;br /&gt;Este mundo mau renego, quero dedicar-me a ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo a Ti eu entregarei, que prazer, ó meu Senhor&lt;br /&gt;Paz perfeita, paz completa, glória, glória ao Salvador!&lt;br /&gt;Tudo a cristo eu entregarei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo entregarei, tudo entregarei&lt;br /&gt;Sim, por Ti, Jesus, tudo deixarei!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-5119470939059800125?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/5119470939059800125/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2007/08/tudo-entregarei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/5119470939059800125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/5119470939059800125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2007/08/tudo-entregarei.html' title='Tudo entregarei'/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/Rrk3KfE700I/AAAAAAAAAFE/Nj22vFrJvCU/s72-c/amizade2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-2240537125400150817</id><published>2007-08-02T22:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T22:40:33.508-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o que faria Jesus?'/><title type='text'>O que faria Jesus?</title><content type='html'>Gostei muito desse trecho do livro 'O que faria Jesus?'(Mack Thomas), q eh uma versão para crianças do livro 'Em seus passos o que faria Jesus?' (Charles M. Sheldon)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Quando eu tiver de enfrentar um medo ou um comportamento ruim,&lt;br /&gt;quando eu quiser ficar bravo, preocupado ou malcriado,&lt;br /&gt;quando eu não quiser servir os outros e não quiser amar-&lt;br /&gt;quando eu ficar pensando só em MIM MESMO-&lt;br /&gt;desde o começo vou perguntar ao meu coração:&lt;br /&gt;O QUE FARIA JESUS?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh de criança... mas resume um ensinamento mto precioso...&lt;br /&gt;Eh isso&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-2240537125400150817?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/2240537125400150817/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2007/08/o-que-faria-jesus_02.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/2240537125400150817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/2240537125400150817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2007/08/o-que-faria-jesus_02.html' title='O que faria Jesus?'/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-729321546402781643</id><published>2007-08-01T08:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T08:31:23.337-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concurso'/><title type='text'>Ufaaaaaaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/RrBuS_E70zI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xBOQYL179z0/s1600-h/mel+animadinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/RrBuS_E70zI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xBOQYL179z0/s200/mel+animadinha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093692451004863282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graças a Deus saiu o resultado... depois de uma looooonga espera...&lt;br /&gt;de 954 eu fiquei em... 39º! Parece ruim... mas pra mim eh mtooo bom, jah q no outro q eu prestei a msm coisa eu fiquei em 15º de 30,40...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glória a Deus por isso!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-729321546402781643?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/729321546402781643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2007/08/ufaaaaaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/729321546402781643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/729321546402781643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2007/08/ufaaaaaaa.html' title='Ufaaaaaaa'/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/RrBuS_E70zI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xBOQYL179z0/s72-c/mel+animadinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-3214874288793219677</id><published>2007-06-25T00:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T22:45:37.804-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concurso'/><title type='text'>hj foi O DIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/Rn89D_Cg1CI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Vkt1n4sbV0w/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/Rn89D_Cg1CI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Vkt1n4sbV0w/s200/heart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079846043368084514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foi hj... e pra variar a matemática me arrasou neh...&lt;br /&gt;mas td bem... Deus está no controle e sei q fará o melhor por mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por hj eh soh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-3214874288793219677?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/3214874288793219677/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2007/06/fhj-foi-o-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/3214874288793219677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/3214874288793219677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2007/06/fhj-foi-o-dia.html' title='hj foi O DIA'/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/Rn89D_Cg1CI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Vkt1n4sbV0w/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-6370283642739210444</id><published>2007-06-22T12:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T22:48:00.744-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coral'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/Rnvk4vCg1BI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dx4C7ST_n-8/s1600-h/ATgAAAD_D4ogCyGXpcMN6CUxDrO5WdOomkhItyyiNfBRvKgHLn_1zV5Riy3uMm1OyfIYp1sJpLkDp5EN8qUe3lVKwOMCAJtU9VD_HZBCrsSulyqtk16dMnTjVx9Yog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/Rnvk4vCg1BI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dx4C7ST_n-8/s200/ATgAAAD_D4ogCyGXpcMN6CUxDrO5WdOomkhItyyiNfBRvKgHLn_1zV5Riy3uMm1OyfIYp1sJpLkDp5EN8qUe3lVKwOMCAJtU9VD_HZBCrsSulyqtk16dMnTjVx9Yog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078904668141179922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gente... nem deu tempo de comentar no dia... mas eu tenho q falar: A APRESENTAÇÃO DO CORAL FOI LINDA!!!&lt;br /&gt;Eh claro q podia ter tido outras músicas, tal... mas a cantata foi maravilhosa...&lt;br /&gt;Um dia inesquecível!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-6370283642739210444?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/6370283642739210444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2007/06/gente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/6370283642739210444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/6370283642739210444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2007/06/gente.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/Rnvk4vCg1BI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dx4C7ST_n-8/s72-c/ATgAAAD_D4ogCyGXpcMN6CUxDrO5WdOomkhItyyiNfBRvKgHLn_1zV5Riy3uMm1OyfIYp1sJpLkDp5EN8qUe3lVKwOMCAJtU9VD_HZBCrsSulyqtk16dMnTjVx9Yog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-5942725412147030255</id><published>2007-06-15T00:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T22:43:53.711-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concurso'/><title type='text'>misericórdiaaaaaaaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/RnIH4vCg1AI/AAAAAAAAAEE/XloyhPAiwiE/s1600-h/m%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/RnIH4vCg1AI/AAAAAAAAAEE/XloyhPAiwiE/s200/m%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076128401281045506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totalmente nas mãos de Deus...&lt;br /&gt;estudando mtoooooooo... pra ser melhor q 954... isso aih... 954 candidatos pra 1 vaga... soh pela misericórdia msm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orando e esperando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Então, Ele me disse: A minha graça te basta, porque o poder se aperfeiçoa na fraqueza. De boa vontade, pois, mais me gloriarei nas fraquezas, para que sobre mim repouse o poder de Cristo. Pelo que sinto prazer nas fraquezas, nas injúrias, nas necessidades, nas perseguições, nas angústias, por amor de Cristo. Porque, quando sou fraco, então, é que sou forte." (1 Coríntios 12.9,10)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-5942725412147030255?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/5942725412147030255/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2007/06/misericrdiaaaaaaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/5942725412147030255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/5942725412147030255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2007/06/misericrdiaaaaaaaa.html' title='misericórdiaaaaaaaa'/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/RnIH4vCg1AI/AAAAAAAAAEE/XloyhPAiwiE/s72-c/m%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949888182744250009.post-405100963191017854</id><published>2007-06-13T10:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T10:28:05.627-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inauguração'/><title type='text'>Oi!!!</title><content type='html'>Bom... hj eh o o primeiro dia do meu blog neh...&lt;br /&gt;axo q ñ vou escrever sempre... pq sou mtooo esquecida neh.... mas vou tentar&lt;br /&gt;to estudando pro concurso q vou prestar dia 24... orem por mim&lt;br /&gt;e tb to tentando fazer meu estágio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh isso...&lt;br /&gt;fiquem tds c/ Deus&lt;br /&gt;;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949888182744250009-405100963191017854?l=melaniemelborges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/feeds/405100963191017854/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2007/06/oi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/405100963191017854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949888182744250009/posts/default/405100963191017854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniemelborges.blogspot.com/2007/06/oi.html' title='Oi!!!'/><author><name>Melanie Borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626923304692287005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvmkK2cLU_s/TSIbw0dOTnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7T0tiTOG2Zs/S220/DSC06690_-_C_pia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
