<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932315103729021749</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 19 Dec 2009 09:02:59 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>One day to fly</title><description></description><link>http://onedaytofly.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Marcus Vinicius (marketa))</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932315103729021749.post-610693713205584655</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Aug 2008 11:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-22T11:48:58.475-03:00</atom:updated><title>Falar ou calar, eis a questão...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/SKlZN1KXoPI/AAAAAAAABBw/Tt7EnIqPvDc/s1600-h/calar.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235814135938654450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/SKlZN1KXoPI/AAAAAAAABBw/Tt7EnIqPvDc/s400/calar.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;É sinal de inteligência e sabedoria falar pouco, falar bem e não falar mal de ninguém. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Contudo, calar-se é ainda mais importante, quando calar-se é dizer tudo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Há quem se cale por não ter realmente nada para nos dizer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;mas há também quem se cale por omissão, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;quando seria um dever falar, escrever, gritar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;colocar a boca no trombone, como se dizia antigamente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Calar-se na hora certa e pelos motivos certos é uma verdadeira arte cujas regras um pequeno livro do Abade Dinouart quer nos transmitir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Autor francês do século XVIII, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;suas admoestações para que façamos silêncio ainda hoje são pertinentes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sutileza não lhe falta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ao mesmo tempo que recomenda o silêncio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;lembra que há silêncios falsos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;aqueles que simulam uma sabedoria que, de fato, inexiste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Nem sempre calar-se significa profundidade de pensamentos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Pelo contrário, é camada de verniz que recobre um vazio sepulcral. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mas há ainda outros silêncios, e alguns deles diabólicos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Há o silêncio manipulador, o silêncio torturante, o silêncio chantagista, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;o silêncio rancoroso, o silêncio conivente, o silêncio da zombaria, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;o silêncio imbecil, o silêncio do desprezo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Há pessoas que matam com seu silêncio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Há silêncios que esmagam a justiça e a bondade, na calada da noite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Por isso o silêncio rico de significado é ainda mais apreciável e luminoso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Falo do silêncio que prenuncia novas palavras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Falo do silêncio que é solidariedade na dor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Falo do silêncio que soluciona cisões. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Falo do silêncio que pergunta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Falo do silêncio que perdoa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Falo do silêncio que ama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;O silêncio mais puro é aquele que guarda a confidência. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Este silêncio jamais é excessivo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Não se deve apregoar aos quatro ventos o que foi murmurado na intimidade da amizade e do amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;O silêncio mais sábio é aquele que fazemos diante dos impertinentes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;intolerantes e desbocados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;É o silêncio do Cristo inocente diante dos acusadores, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;o silêncio dos espaços infinitos diante da quase infinita capacidade nossa de falar ou escrever sem razão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Calar da maneira certa é deixar que uma voz mais profunda seja ouvida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A voz severa, a voz serena, a voz suave e firme da verdade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;O verdadeiro silêncio diz a verdade que não se pode calar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;O verdadeiro silêncio nunca será cedo demais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Quero ouvir o silêncio que tudo explica.(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.perisse.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Gabriel Perissé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;, escritor e doutor em Filosofia da Educação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Sejam todos prontos para ouvir, tardios para falar e tardios para irar-se. [...] Se alguém se considera religioso, mas não refreia a sua língua, engana-se a si mesmo. Sua religião não tem valor algum!" (Tiago 1:19, 26)Marily Sales dos Reis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932315103729021749-610693713205584655?l=onedaytofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://onedaytofly.blogspot.com/2008/08/sinal-de-inteligncia-e-sabedoria-falar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marcus Vinicius (marketa))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/SKlZN1KXoPI/AAAAAAAABBw/Tt7EnIqPvDc/s72-c/calar.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932315103729021749.post-5635052610347306700</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Aug 2008 13:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-15T11:07:47.498-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/SKWNKHJQxhI/AAAAAAAABBo/yLK1zPXS7iM/s1600-h/Z1jt2dlm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234745346744174098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/SKWNKHJQxhI/AAAAAAAABBo/yLK1zPXS7iM/s400/Z1jt2dlm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O estreitamento ou a ampliação do horizonte interior do ser &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;humano não pode ser medido por outra pessoa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O processo do desabrochamento pessoal só se torna compreensível&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;à luz da experiência própria do procurar-se e encontrar-se,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;onde, então, de diferentes maneiras é sentida a posição axial da autoconsciência&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;imagem - mapkos2007 - eu e o João em Paranapiacaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;texto - by Virgina M. Axiline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932315103729021749-5635052610347306700?l=onedaytofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://onedaytofly.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-estreitamento-ou-ampliao-do-horizonte.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marcus Vinicius (marketa))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/SKWNKHJQxhI/AAAAAAAABBo/yLK1zPXS7iM/s72-c/Z1jt2dlm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932315103729021749.post-6111273449814716435</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Feb 2008 13:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T03:09:59.502-02:00</atom:updated><title>Amor?</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R6Ml1yKCc4I/AAAAAAAAA4A/tjR5nuyLmfU/s1600-h/amor-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162011203823891330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R6Ml1yKCc4I/AAAAAAAAA4A/tjR5nuyLmfU/s400/amor-12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; O amor nunca é desperdiçado;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o mínimo restinho,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mesmo esfarrapado,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sustenta nossos objetivos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(J.D.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;imagem - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://papagaio.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/amor-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://papagaio.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/amor-12.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932315103729021749-6111273449814716435?l=onedaytofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://onedaytofly.blogspot.com/2008/02/amor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marcus Vinicius (marketa))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R6Ml1yKCc4I/AAAAAAAAA4A/tjR5nuyLmfU/s72-c/amor-12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932315103729021749.post-7627829041944461395</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Feb 2008 13:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T03:09:59.825-02:00</atom:updated><title>Prece...</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R6MkryKCc3I/AAAAAAAAA34/XSAmylthC-I/s1600-h/PRAY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162009932513571698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R6MkryKCc3I/AAAAAAAAA34/XSAmylthC-I/s400/PRAY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; O desejo de rezar já é uma oração!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Georges Bermanos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;imagem - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeek.net/graphics/backgrounds/2/PRAY.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.myspacegeek.net/graphics/backgrounds/2/PRAY.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R6MkgiKCc2I/AAAAAAAAA3w/vNGZ_hESVKw/s1600-h/pixel-vfl73.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162009739240043362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R6MkgiKCc2I/AAAAAAAAA3w/vNGZ_hESVKw/s400/pixel-vfl73.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932315103729021749-7627829041944461395?l=onedaytofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://onedaytofly.blogspot.com/2008/02/prece.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marcus Vinicius (marketa))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R6MkryKCc3I/AAAAAAAAA34/XSAmylthC-I/s72-c/PRAY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932315103729021749.post-5070368353433024734</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Feb 2008 13:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T03:09:59.982-02:00</atom:updated><title>Don´t worry!</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R6MiyyKCc1I/AAAAAAAAA3o/VNuVyYoiL2M/s1600-h/cx-fear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162007853749400402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R6MiyyKCc1I/AAAAAAAAA3o/VNuVyYoiL2M/s400/cx-fear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Pelo menos 98% das coisas com que &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nos preocupamos, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não acontecem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Abigail Van Burn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;imagem - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://catedral.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/cx-fear.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://catedral.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/cx-fear.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932315103729021749-5070368353433024734?l=onedaytofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://onedaytofly.blogspot.com/2008/02/dont-worry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marcus Vinicius (marketa))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R6MiyyKCc1I/AAAAAAAAA3o/VNuVyYoiL2M/s72-c/cx-fear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932315103729021749.post-3119608125698964293</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Feb 2008 13:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T03:10:00.419-02:00</atom:updated><title>Certo ou errado...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R6MZICKCczI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/stCxx3qWr74/s1600-h/ledialogue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161997223705342770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R6MZICKCczI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/stCxx3qWr74/s400/ledialogue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Numa discussão o mais dificil não é &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;defender um ponto de vista,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas entendê-lo."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(André Maurois)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;imagem - &lt;a href="http://www.nonformality.org/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/02/ledialogue.jpg"&gt;http://www.nonformality.org/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/02/ledialogue.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932315103729021749-3119608125698964293?l=onedaytofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://onedaytofly.blogspot.com/2008/02/certo-ou-errado.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marcus Vinicius (marketa))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R6MZICKCczI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/stCxx3qWr74/s72-c/ledialogue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932315103729021749.post-5046331419576281710</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Feb 2008 12:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T03:10:00.612-02:00</atom:updated><title>Brainstorm</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R6MT6SKCcyI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/SLY0xWKgAWo/s1600-h/storm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161991489924002594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R6MT6SKCcyI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/SLY0xWKgAWo/s400/storm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt; A vida não consiste principalmente e nem em grande parte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;em fatos e acontecimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Consiste sobretudo na tempestade de pensamentos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;que está sempre passando vertiginosamente pela nossa cabeça.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Mark Twain)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;imagem - &lt;a href="http://www.math.ist.utl.pt/~jnatar/AMIV/porque/storm.jpg"&gt;http://www.math.ist.utl.pt/~jnatar/AMIV/porque/storm.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932315103729021749-5046331419576281710?l=onedaytofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://onedaytofly.blogspot.com/2008/02/brainstorm.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marcus Vinicius (marketa))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R6MT6SKCcyI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/SLY0xWKgAWo/s72-c/storm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932315103729021749.post-3427614271888633421</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jan 2008 13:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T03:10:00.808-02:00</atom:updated><title>Lado sério da vida?</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R5iWMSKCcxI/AAAAAAAAA3I/PbWIU-6kOrs/s1600-h/worry-shadow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159038510929441554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R5iWMSKCcxI/AAAAAAAAA3I/PbWIU-6kOrs/s400/worry-shadow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "As pessoas chatas são aquelas, que muitas vezes olham para o &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lado sério de coisas que não tem lado sério"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;texto - Van Myck Brooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932315103729021749-3427614271888633421?l=onedaytofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://onedaytofly.blogspot.com/2008/01/lado-srio-da-vida.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marcus Vinicius (marketa))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R5iWMSKCcxI/AAAAAAAAA3I/PbWIU-6kOrs/s72-c/worry-shadow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932315103729021749.post-5070049649663447990</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jan 2008 13:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T03:10:00.959-02:00</atom:updated><title>Eu e os outros...</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R5iReyKCcwI/AAAAAAAAA3A/pNZT2CT4KkQ/s1600-h/Preconceito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159033331198882562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R5iReyKCcwI/AAAAAAAAA3A/pNZT2CT4KkQ/s400/Preconceito.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Se alguém leva muito tempo para fazer alguma coisa é lerdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Se levo muito tempo pra fazê-la, sou meticuloso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Se alguém deixa de fazer alguma coisa, é preguiçoso;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Se eu é que não faço é porque estou ocupado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Se alguém faz algo sem ser mandado, está passando dos limites;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Se sou eu quem segue em frente fazendo ouvido mouco aos outros, trata-se de iniciativa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Se alguém defende com unhas e dentes uma opinião, é um cabeça dura;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Se sou eu quem o faço, é porque estou seguro de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Se alguém se descuida de umas poucas regras de conduta, é rude;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Se sou eu quem passa por cima de algumas delas, estou sendo autentico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;texto - by C. Mc TT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;imagem - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.desafiojovemdesantos.hpg.com.br/Gifs/Preconceito.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.desafiojovemdesantos.hpg.com.br/Gifs/Preconceito.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932315103729021749-5070049649663447990?l=onedaytofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://onedaytofly.blogspot.com/2008/01/eu-e-os-outros.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marcus Vinicius (marketa))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R5iReyKCcwI/AAAAAAAAA3A/pNZT2CT4KkQ/s72-c/Preconceito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932315103729021749.post-2919044843776260252</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jan 2008 21:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T03:10:01.156-02:00</atom:updated><title>Existe amor a primeira vista?</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R5e6JSKCcvI/AAAAAAAAA2w/Acj07diSgFY/s1600-h/OldCouple1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158796566831723250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R5e6JSKCcvI/AAAAAAAAA2w/Acj07diSgFY/s400/OldCouple1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" O que há de notável no amor a primeira vista?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ele se torna notável quando as pessoas ja passaram anos olhando uma para a outra!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;imagem - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lib.store.yahoo.net/lib/hips/OldCouple1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://lib.store.yahoo.net/lib/hips/OldCouple1.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932315103729021749-2919044843776260252?l=onedaytofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://onedaytofly.blogspot.com/2008/01/existe-amor-primeira-vista.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marcus Vinicius (marketa))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R5e6JSKCcvI/AAAAAAAAA2w/Acj07diSgFY/s72-c/OldCouple1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932315103729021749.post-272867152977464703</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Jan 2008 13:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T03:10:01.324-02:00</atom:updated><title>Loucuras da Sociedade</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R5CqJpq2X9I/AAAAAAAAA2o/N5vagGCyW14/s1600-h/maggio_4_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156808656120340434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R5CqJpq2X9I/AAAAAAAAA2o/N5vagGCyW14/s400/maggio_4_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Resposta de uma pergunta que foi feita ao médico psiquiatra Roberto Shinyashiki, numa entrevista concedida por ele à revista "Isto É. O entrevistador Camilo Vannuchi perguntou a ele:&lt;br /&gt;- Muitas pessoas têm buscado sonhos que não são seus?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shinyashiki responde:&lt;br /&gt;A sociedade quer definir o que é certo. São quatro as Loucuras da Sociedade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A primeira é:&lt;br /&gt;- Instituir que todos têm de ter sucesso, como se ele não tivesse significados individuais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A segunda loucura é:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Você tem de estar feliz todos os dias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A terceira é:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Você tem que comprar tudo o que puder. O resultado é esse consumismo absurdo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por fim, a quarta loucura:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Você tem de fazer as coisas do jeito certo. Jeito certo não existe. Não há um caminho único para se fazer as coisas.As metas são interessantes para o sucesso, mas não para a felicidade. Felicidade não é uma meta, mas um estado de espírito.&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que diz que não será feliz enquanto não casar, enquanto outros se dizem infelizes justamente por causa do casamento.Você pode ser feliz tomando sorvete, ficando em casa com a família ou amigos verdadeiros, levando os filhos para brincar ou indo a praia ou ao cinema.Quando era recém-formado em São Paulo, trabalhei em um hospital de pacientes terminais. Todos os dias morriam nove ou dez pacientes.Eu sempre procurei conversar com eles na hora da morte.&lt;br /&gt;Maior parte pega o médico pela camisa e diz: "Doutor, não me deixe morrer. Eu me sacrifiquei a vida inteira,&lt;br /&gt;agora eu quero aproveitá-la e ser feliz".Eu sentia uma dor enorme por não poder fazer nada. Ali eu aprendi que a felicidade é feita de coisas pequenas. Ninguém na hora da morte diz se arrepender por não ter aplicado o dinheiro em imóveis ou ações, mas sim de ter esperado muito tempo ou perdido várias oportunidades para aproveitar a vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Ter problemas na vida é inevitável, ser derrotado por eles é opcional." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fonte - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sobragen.org.br/entrevistas2.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.sobragen.org.br/entrevistas2.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;imagem - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thehillthatbreathes.com/immagini/programma/maggio_4_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.thehillthatbreathes.com/immagini/programma/maggio_4_11.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932315103729021749-272867152977464703?l=onedaytofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://onedaytofly.blogspot.com/2008/01/resposta-de-uma-pergunta-que-foi-feita.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marcus Vinicius (marketa))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R5CqJpq2X9I/AAAAAAAAA2o/N5vagGCyW14/s72-c/maggio_4_11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932315103729021749.post-2906600996889238109</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Jan 2008 12:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T03:10:01.496-02:00</atom:updated><title>Música da Vida</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R4S7opq2X3I/AAAAAAAAA18/WI8J3q32rco/s1600-h/musica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153450180673429362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R4S7opq2X3I/AAAAAAAAA18/WI8J3q32rco/s400/musica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A vida é como uma sinfonia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;E o tempo é o grande palco onde todas as notas ressoam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;O Todo Poderoso rege esta grande orquestra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;E nós os "músicos" devemos estar atentos a Ele,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Para que possamos estar no belo compasso da felicidade e do amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Esta música divina e humana é infinita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Percebemos isso contemplando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;O céu que é infindável,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;O mar que é imenso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A natureza que é bela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;E o amor que é maravilhoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;by Marcus Vinicius (marketa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;imagem - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cefetce.br/Noticias/pictures/musica.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;http://www.cefetce.br/Noticias/pictures/musica.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932315103729021749-2906600996889238109?l=onedaytofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://onedaytofly.blogspot.com/2008/01/msica-da-vida.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marcus Vinicius (marketa))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R4S7opq2X3I/AAAAAAAAA18/WI8J3q32rco/s72-c/musica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932315103729021749.post-5453827026312255301</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Jan 2008 12:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T03:10:01.682-02:00</atom:updated><title>Força</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R4IW0Zq2X1I/AAAAAAAAA1I/m21PP19Bz9w/s1600-h/x1piYkpqHC_35nE-dnVlDdXCNU6skFBaCYgh2oPwv8bLMoUdoHN4vy8P2FznKC8e0p8N1Hew8erCpJfH1-8I5x0bYNiCfSF1bv1q4KaAIhloLo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152706013164887890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R4IW0Zq2X1I/AAAAAAAAA1I/m21PP19Bz9w/s400/x1piYkpqHC_35nE-dnVlDdXCNU6skFBaCYgh2oPwv8bLMoUdoHN4vy8P2FznKC8e0p8N1Hew8erCpJfH1-8I5x0bYNiCfSF1bv1q4KaAIhloLo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Há dez coisas fortes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;O ferro é forte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mas o fogo o funde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;O fogo é forte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mas a água o extingue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A água é forte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mas as nuvens a carregam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As nuvens são fortes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mas o vento as leva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;O homem é forte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mas o medo o subjuga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;O medo é forte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mas o sono o dissipa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;O sono é forte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mas a morte é mais forte ainda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Apesar de tudo a bondade afetuosa sobrevive à morte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Talmude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ilustração - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tkfiles.storage.msn.com/x1piYkpqHC_35nE-dnVlDdXCNU6skFBaCYgh2oPwv8bLMoUdoHN4vy8P2FznKC8e0p8N1Hew8erCpJfH1-8I5x0bYNiCfSF1bv1q4KaAIhloLo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://tkfiles.storage.msn.com/x1piYkpqHC_35nE-dnVlDdXCNU6skFBaCYgh2oPwv8bLMoUdoHN4vy8P2FznKC8e0p8N1Hew8erCpJfH1-8I5x0bYNiCfSF1bv1q4KaAIhloLo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932315103729021749-5453827026312255301?l=onedaytofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://onedaytofly.blogspot.com/2008/01/fora.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marcus Vinicius (marketa))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R4IW0Zq2X1I/AAAAAAAAA1I/m21PP19Bz9w/s72-c/x1piYkpqHC_35nE-dnVlDdXCNU6skFBaCYgh2oPwv8bLMoUdoHN4vy8P2FznKC8e0p8N1Hew8erCpJfH1-8I5x0bYNiCfSF1bv1q4KaAIhloLo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932315103729021749.post-568390681080000507</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Jan 2008 11:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T03:10:01.817-02:00</atom:updated><title>Vitória ou derrota?</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R4IOr5q2X0I/AAAAAAAAA1A/4ASrsy3YNy0/s1600-h/Terracota_Soldiers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152697071042977602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R4IOr5q2X0I/AAAAAAAAA1A/4ASrsy3YNy0/s400/Terracota_Soldiers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;" Conhecer o outro e conhecer a si mesmo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Em cem batalhas nenhum perigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Não conhecer o outro e conhecer a si mesmo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Uma vitória para uma perda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Não conhecer o outro e não conhecer a si mesmo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Em cada batalha uma derrota certa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sun Tzu - A Arte da Guerra - pg 34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;imagem - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alumni.umn.edu/sites/d2e2f762-6a18-437f-ad49-168669330020/uploads/Terracota_Soldiers.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.alumni.umn.edu/sites/d2e2f762-6a18-437f-ad49-168669330020/uploads/Terracota_Soldiers.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932315103729021749-568390681080000507?l=onedaytofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://onedaytofly.blogspot.com/2008/01/vitria-ou-derrota.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marcus Vinicius (marketa))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R4IOr5q2X0I/AAAAAAAAA1A/4ASrsy3YNy0/s72-c/Terracota_Soldiers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932315103729021749.post-594666519531494683</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Dec 2007 17:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T03:10:01.911-02:00</atom:updated><title>Estende a mão para alguém</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R3aIaGOe43I/AAAAAAAAADM/xA21Td8bGo8/s1600-h/Hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149453205874074482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R3aIaGOe43I/AAAAAAAAADM/xA21Td8bGo8/s320/Hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; Estende a mão para alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Estende a mão para uma alma faminta;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Estende a mão para um espírito abatido;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Estende a mão para alguem destruido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Uma vida solitária e de coração partido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Estende a mão para quem odeia a ti;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Estende a mão para um forasteiro que encontrou a ti;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Estende a mão para um irmão que nescessita de ti;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Estende a mão e sorri - com o mesmo sorriso de Deus para ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Estende a mão para um amigo cansado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Estende a mão para o que busca sem ter encontrado;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Estende a mão e doa-te, sem cuidado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Deixando extravasar o que de melhor tens alcançado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Estende a mão e oferece amor ao desprezado;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Estende a mão e oferece um lar ao abandonado;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Estende a mão, e a luz de Deus brilhe diante de ti;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Estende a mão e sorri - com o mesmo sorriso de Deus para ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Charles F. Brown / Um Homem Segundo o Coração de Deus / Jim George / United Press&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932315103729021749-594666519531494683?l=onedaytofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://onedaytofly.blogspot.com/2007/12/estende-mo-para-algum-estende-mo-para.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marcus Vinicius (marketa))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R3aIaGOe43I/AAAAAAAAADM/xA21Td8bGo8/s72-c/Hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932315103729021749.post-6624748270385168015</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Dec 2007 21:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-07T18:41:35.319-03:00</atom:updated><title>Meu canal de videos no youtube</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/mapkos2009"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/mapkos2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932315103729021749-6624748270385168015?l=onedaytofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://onedaytofly.blogspot.com/2007/12/meu-canal-de-videos-no-youtube.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marcus Vinicius (marketa))</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932315103729021749.post-5350981349235023900</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Dec 2007 20:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-21T23:46:29.182-02:00</atom:updated><title>Meus Clips Pelo Mundo</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em novembro de 2007, iniciei uma brincadeira que chamo de tese musical e visual. Ela consiste em aproveitar musicas conhecidas e que eu goste é claro, recolocadas com novas imagens retiradas e recortadas da minha coleção de DVDs e claro desconstrui-las e reconstrui-las segundo minha mente delirante, kkkkkkkkkkkkkkk. Claro que os doidos de plantão gostaram da ideia e aí seguem os links pra q vcs vejam essa o resultado desta brincadeira espalhada pelo mundo. abraços...fui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Vangelis/+videos/+1-rU1UcDv-i5E"&gt;http://www.last.fm/music/Vangelis/+videos/+1-rU1UcDv-i5E&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kalima51170.skyrock.com/2.html"&gt;http://kalima51170.skyrock.com/2.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://looktosky.wordpress.com/good-music/"&gt;http://looktosky.wordpress.com/good-music/&lt;/a&gt; tema do programa Cosmos, c/ Carl Seagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nijzp00.hyves.nl/"&gt;http://nijzp00.hyves.nl/&lt;/a&gt; vídeo Blue Blue Sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videos.es/reproductor/brotherupinheaven-alanparsons-(FR7GNOjihjg"&gt;http://www.videos.es/reproductor/brotherupinheaven-alanparsons-(FR7GNOjihjg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.absolutelyrics.com/lyrics/view/alan_parsons_project/you_can_run/"&gt;http://www.absolutelyrics.com/lyrics/view/alan_parsons_project/you_can_run/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Alan+Parsons/+videos/+1-7Ashkm_IajM"&gt;http://www.last.fm/music/Alan+Parsons/+videos/+1-7Ashkm_IajM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.atebusca.com/index.php?pag=9&amp;amp;en=youtube&amp;amp;q=alan+parsons"&gt;http://www.atebusca.com/index.php?pag=9&amp;amp;en=youtube&amp;amp;q=alan+parsons&lt;/a&gt; You Can Run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truveo.com/How-Great-thou-Art-Heritage-Singers-Accapella/id/3148632037"&gt;http://www.truveo.com/How-Great-thou-Art-Heritage-Singers-Accapella/id/3148632037&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truveo.com/Glorianna-Vangelis/id/564368292"&gt;http://www.truveo.com/Glorianna-Vangelis/id/564368292&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.aol.com/video-detail/looking-out-for-1-accapella/515127995"&gt;http://video.aol.com/video-detail/looking-out-for-1-accapella/515127995&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tw.truveo.com/A-Recurring-Dream-Within-a-Dream-Alan-Parsons/id/1106426340"&gt;http://tw.truveo.com/A-Recurring-Dream-Within-a-Dream-Alan-Parsons/id/1106426340&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tubecodes.com/watch=BzwXzZRSYrc"&gt;http://tubecodes.com/watch=BzwXzZRSYrc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932315103729021749-5350981349235023900?l=onedaytofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://onedaytofly.blogspot.com/2007/12/meus-clips-pelo-mundo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marcus Vinicius (marketa))</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932315103729021749.post-8431911853866035026</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2007 19:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T03:10:02.342-02:00</atom:updated><title>Amnésia</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R6MdUyKCc0I/AAAAAAAAA3g/2SFNBw86UVk/s1600-h/soneto-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162001840795185986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R6MdUyKCc0I/AAAAAAAAA3g/2SFNBw86UVk/s400/soneto-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artheadnyc.com/marianne/images/mer_press1_bg.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A melodia existe somente na memória da gente, pois, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a cada momento estamos ouvindo apenas uma nota do trecho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A música é uma arte acumulativa; é uma cadeia de sons através do tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;em que cada um deles adquire seu próprio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;significado a partir daqueles que o antecederam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A música não é arte para quem sofre de amnésia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;By Times Magazine (N.Y.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932315103729021749-8431911853866035026?l=onedaytofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://onedaytofly.blogspot.com/2007/12/melodia-existe-somente-na-memria-da.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marcus Vinicius (marketa))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R6MdUyKCc0I/AAAAAAAAA3g/2SFNBw86UVk/s72-c/soneto-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932315103729021749.post-258849044377263796</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2007 19:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T03:10:02.477-02:00</atom:updated><title>Esperança</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R2uxRWOe42I/AAAAAAAAADA/sErHzR9LYc0/s1600-h/001+(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146401910783140706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R2uxRWOe42I/AAAAAAAAADA/sErHzR9LYc0/s320/001+(5).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Para a maior parte das pessoas, o futuro parece incerto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Mas sempre o foi; e, nós, que ja vimos grandes transformações,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;devemos ter grandes esperanças. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by John Masefield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932315103729021749-258849044377263796?l=onedaytofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://onedaytofly.blogspot.com/2007/12/para-maior-parte-das-pessoas-o-futuro_20.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marcus Vinicius (marketa))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R2uxRWOe42I/AAAAAAAAADA/sErHzR9LYc0/s72-c/001+(5).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932315103729021749.post-2341149318516964539</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2007 12:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T03:10:02.668-02:00</atom:updated><title>Crescimento</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R2q9SGOe41I/AAAAAAAAAC4/E8e9ducxOwQ/s1600-h/DSC00724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146133642830865234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R2q9SGOe41I/AAAAAAAAAC4/E8e9ducxOwQ/s320/DSC00724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;O estreitamento ou a amplidão do horizonte interior do ser humano nao pode ser medido por outra pessoa. O processo da metamorfose pessoal só se torna compreensivel à luz da experiência própria do procurar-se e encontrar-se, onde, então, de diferentes maneiras é sentida a posição axial da autoconsciência.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;by Virginia M Axline&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932315103729021749-2341149318516964539?l=onedaytofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://onedaytofly.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-estreitamento-ou-amplido-do-horizonte.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marcus Vinicius (marketa))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IlNJSqlTQLE/R2q9SGOe41I/AAAAAAAAAC4/E8e9ducxOwQ/s72-c/DSC00724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932315103729021749.post-5957805033391895209</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2007 12:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-29T15:35:38.445-02:00</atom:updated><title>Mensagem</title><description>&lt;a href="http://chamorrobible.org/images/photos/gpw-200702-48-NASA-STS111-321-24-space-sunset-20020618-Sahara-Desert-medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://chamorrobible.org/images/photos/gpw-200702-48-NASA-STS111-321-24-space-sunset-20020618-Sahara-Desert-medium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lemonodor.com/images/grand-challenge-2005/desert-sky-s.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É mais facil aceitar a mensagem das estrelas que a do deserto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As estrelas falam da insignificancia do homem na longa eternidade do tempo;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Os desertos falam da sua insignificancia neste exato momento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by Edwin Way Teale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O deserto é a atmosfera incandescente em que se situam os principais episódios da Bíblia. O símbolo do deserto é um dos mais utilizados na Bíblia para significar tanto o ser exterior, do qual é preciso se despojar através de uma longa caminhada purificadora, quanto o coração da vida comtemplativa interiorizada. O universo da Bíblia é essencialmente um deserto em que todo o genero de vida parece nascer de um milagre. Sem Deus é a esterilidade, com ele o triunfo de toda a graça. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Comentario da foto de Magnum, Lessing Deserto do Sinai do Livro A Bíblia/Nomes/Exodo de André Chouraqui/ Imago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932315103729021749-5957805033391895209?l=onedaytofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://onedaytofly.blogspot.com/2007/12/mensagem.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marcus Vinicius (marketa))</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>