<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24127541</id><updated>2011-09-06T16:16:56.363+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a long lesson in humility.</title><subtitle type='html'>A vida é apenas uma sombra ambulante,um pobre palhaço que por uma hora se empavona e se agita no palco, sem que depois seja ouvido; é uma história contada por idiotas cheia de fúria e muita barulheira que nada significa -         "Shakespeare (Macbeth)"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Celso Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229259563796597168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://pics-21.hi5.com/userpics/221/437/437044221.img.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24127541.post-7050405439504873817</id><published>2007-12-20T17:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-20T17:50:28.171Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Natal!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146113172595973458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="376" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esezvl7OIHg/R2qqqkqKnVI/AAAAAAAAADI/hO2_mq-L8AE/s400/Collage2.jpg" width="456" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Desejo a todos os visitantes (amigos) deste meu blog um Feliz Natal e um Ano Novo cheio saúde, sorte e felicidades.&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/24127541-7050405439504873817?l=celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/7050405439504873817/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24127541&amp;postID=7050405439504873817' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/7050405439504873817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/7050405439504873817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/2007/12/feliz-natal.html' title='Feliz Natal!!!!!!'/><author><name>Celso Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229259563796597168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://pics-21.hi5.com/userpics/221/437/437044221.img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esezvl7OIHg/R2qqqkqKnVI/AAAAAAAAADI/hO2_mq-L8AE/s72-c/Collage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24127541.post-1130504458734524169</id><published>2007-07-31T20:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T20:35:56.652+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lenda do Zodíaco Chinês!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esezvl7OIHg/Rq-Ozu1fHjI/AAAAAAAAADA/siONZnuhTUk/s1600-h/horoscopo_chines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093446722976161330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" height="166" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esezvl7OIHg/Rq-Ozu1fHjI/AAAAAAAAADA/siONZnuhTUk/s320/horoscopo_chines.jpg" width="193" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Existe uma velha lenda Chinesa, segundo a qual Buda convidou todos os animais do seu reino para comparecerem perante ele. Nesse dia particular do Ano Novo Chinês somente doze animais apareceram. O primeiro a entrar foi o &lt;a href="http://astrologia.sapo.pt/Xz2306/515515.html"&gt;Rato&lt;/a&gt;, seguido pelo &lt;a href="http://astrologia.sapo.pt/Xz2306/515516.html"&gt;Búfalo&lt;/a&gt;, o &lt;a href="http://astrologia.sapo.pt/Xz2306/515517.html"&gt;Tigre&lt;/a&gt;, o &lt;a href="http://astrologia.sapo.pt/Xz2306/515518.html"&gt;Coelho&lt;/a&gt;, o &lt;a href="http://astrologia.sapo.pt/Xz2306/515519.html"&gt;Dragão&lt;/a&gt;, a &lt;a href="http://astrologia.sapo.pt/Xz2306/515520.html"&gt;Serpente&lt;/a&gt;, o &lt;a href="http://astrologia.sapo.pt/Xz2306/515521.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cavalo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a &lt;a href="http://astrologia.sapo.pt/Xz2306/515522.html"&gt;Cabra&lt;/a&gt;, o &lt;a href="http://astrologia.sapo.pt/Xz2306/515523.html"&gt;Macaco&lt;/a&gt;, o &lt;a href="http://astrologia.sapo.pt/Xz2306/515524.html"&gt;Galo&lt;/a&gt;, o &lt;a href="http://astrologia.sapo.pt/Xz2306/515525.html"&gt;Cão&lt;/a&gt; e, finalmente, o &lt;a href="http://astrologia.sapo.pt/Xz2306/515526.html"&gt;Porco&lt;/a&gt;. Para demonstrar a sua gratidão, Buda decidiu atribuir o nome de cada um dos animais a um ano, e as pessoas que nascem nestes anos herdam algumas das suas características. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fev 07, 1978 - Jan 27, 1979 - Terra &lt;em&gt;(o meu signo e respectivo elemento)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24127541-1130504458734524169?l=celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/1130504458734524169/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24127541&amp;postID=1130504458734524169' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/1130504458734524169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/1130504458734524169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/2007/07/lenda-do-zodaco-chins.html' title='A Lenda do Zodíaco Chinês!!!!!'/><author><name>Celso Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229259563796597168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://pics-21.hi5.com/userpics/221/437/437044221.img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esezvl7OIHg/Rq-Ozu1fHjI/AAAAAAAAADA/siONZnuhTUk/s72-c/horoscopo_chines.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24127541.post-6105150739274568549</id><published>2007-07-31T20:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T20:29:06.214+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu signo Chinês!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esezvl7OIHg/Rq-MJu1fHhI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZUz1a22YnVI/s1600-h/cavalo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093443802398400018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" height="265" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esezvl7OIHg/Rq-MJu1fHhI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZUz1a22YnVI/s320/cavalo.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O &lt;em&gt;Cavalo&lt;/em&gt; é sociável, enérgico, esperto e com uma vontade de ferro. Podem distrair-se facilmente e aborrecem-se muito depressa. Acham que têm razão em tudo e podem ser mandões. Entusiastas, irrequietos e independentes, os &lt;em&gt;Cavalos&lt;/em&gt; são rápidos a aceitar um novo desafio. São vaidosos, têm um elevado e original sentido de humor e tomam decisões rápidas. A maioria dos &lt;em&gt;Cavalos&lt;/em&gt; é agressiva e não faz planos para a velhice. Dão bons soldados, mas muito pobres diplomatas. Os &lt;em&gt;Cavalos&lt;/em&gt; são seguros, utéis e de confiança e esperam o mesmo das outras pessoas. Não convém interferir com a vida privada de um &lt;em&gt;Cavalo&lt;/em&gt;, porque podemos levar um coice. O amor é difícil para eles. Apaixonam-se facilmente, demasiadas vezes e não aceitam muito bem o fim dos romances. São teimosos e podem mesmo ser intolerantes em relação aos sentimentos do seu parceiro. Podem casar-se várias vezes, e muitos só chegam a encontrar a pessoa certa quando já são mais velhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Cavalo é leal para com os seus muitos amigos. Mas muitos poucos conhecerão os verdadeiros sentimento do Cavalo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carácter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Virtudes:&lt;/strong&gt; Leais, alegres, talentosos e independentes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Defeitos:&lt;/strong&gt; Zangam-se facilmente, falam demasiado e não escutam conselhos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Compatibilidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melhor:&lt;/strong&gt; Tigre, Cão e Cabra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assim, assim: &lt;/strong&gt;Dragão, Serpente, Macaco, Galo e Porco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pior:&lt;/strong&gt; Rato, Búfalo, Coelho e Cavalo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24127541-6105150739274568549?l=celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/6105150739274568549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24127541&amp;postID=6105150739274568549' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/6105150739274568549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/6105150739274568549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/2007/07/o-meu-signo-chins.html' title='O meu signo Chinês!!!!!'/><author><name>Celso Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229259563796597168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://pics-21.hi5.com/userpics/221/437/437044221.img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esezvl7OIHg/Rq-MJu1fHhI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZUz1a22YnVI/s72-c/cavalo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24127541.post-8088064072328508240</id><published>2007-07-02T11:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T12:02:49.144+01:00</updated><title type='text'>GAFFES !!!!!!.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Gaffes proferidas no dia a dia, numa biblioteca algures perto de si.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esezvl7OIHg/RojW9WdhrsI/AAAAAAAAACY/ZiLzrDOQj6A/s1600-h/Errare_humanum_est.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082548528977391298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esezvl7OIHg/RojW9WdhrsI/AAAAAAAAACY/ZiLzrDOQj6A/s400/Errare_humanum_est.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Uma arroba são 500 Kg"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O que??????? - não sei não,mas na minha terra uma arroba são aproximadamente 15 kg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arroba_(unidade_de_medida"&gt;http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arroba_(unidade_de_medida&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"o produto interno de dois vectores é uma área."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- lamento, caros colegas mas não é o produto interno mas sim o externo,lol lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Produto_vetorial"&gt;http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Produto_vetorial&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ver secção Significado geométrico)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082552896959131362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esezvl7OIHg/Roja7mdhruI/AAAAAAAAACo/LEgY5P64pyM/s320/840gv7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24127541-8088064072328508240?l=celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/8088064072328508240/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24127541&amp;postID=8088064072328508240' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/8088064072328508240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/8088064072328508240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/2007/07/gaffes.html' title='GAFFES !!!!!!.........'/><author><name>Celso Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229259563796597168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://pics-21.hi5.com/userpics/221/437/437044221.img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esezvl7OIHg/RojW9WdhrsI/AAAAAAAAACY/ZiLzrDOQj6A/s72-c/Errare_humanum_est.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24127541.post-8553889031139984332</id><published>2007-06-29T10:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T10:53:35.594+01:00</updated><title type='text'>AMIGOS!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esezvl7OIHg/RoTWKWdhrrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/B9SYkFc4eIc/s1600-h/you-can-pick-your-friends.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081421752897220274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="265" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esezvl7OIHg/RoTWKWdhrrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/B9SYkFc4eIc/s400/you-can-pick-your-friends.gif" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Qualquer um está a meu lado quando estou certo, mas um AMIGO estará sempre presente mesmo que eu esteja errado …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um simples amigo inicia uma conversa com um resumo completo da sua vida. Um verdadeiro amigo diz-me, “Que contas de novidade?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um simples amigo nunca me viu chorar. Um verdadeiro amigo tem os ombros encharcados pelas minhas lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um simples amigo não sabe o primeiro nome dos meus pais. Um verdadeiro amigo tem os seus contactos na sua agenda pessoal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um simples amigo odeia quando o chamo depois dele ter ido para a cama. Um verdadeiro amigo pergunta-me o porque de ter demorado tanto tempo a chamá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um simples amigo quer falar comigo acerca dos meus problemas. Um verdadeiro quer ajudar-me com os meus problemas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um simples amigo, aquando de uma visita, age como um convidado. Um verdadeiro amigo abre o meu frigorífico e serve-se a si próprio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um simples amigo pensa que a amizade acaba quando se tem uma razão. Um verdadeiro amigo sabe que não é uma amizade até termos uma discussão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um simples amigo espera que eu esteja sempre lá para ele. Um verdadeiro amigo espera sempre estar lá para mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24127541-8553889031139984332?l=celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/8553889031139984332/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24127541&amp;postID=8553889031139984332' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/8553889031139984332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/8553889031139984332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/2007/06/qualquer-um-est-meu-lado-quando-estou.html' title='AMIGOS!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Celso Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229259563796597168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://pics-21.hi5.com/userpics/221/437/437044221.img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esezvl7OIHg/RoTWKWdhrrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/B9SYkFc4eIc/s72-c/you-can-pick-your-friends.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24127541.post-4888303622603228831</id><published>2007-06-20T16:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T22:28:33.940+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentos ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esezvl7OIHg/RnlXEJ6CVSI/AAAAAAAAACI/RPHaMomAMWY/s1600-h/celso.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078185783727379746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="316" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esezvl7OIHg/RnlXEJ6CVSI/AAAAAAAAACI/RPHaMomAMWY/s400/celso.bmp" width="440" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Há horas em que não precisamos de um amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não precisamos de uma paixão desmedida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não queremos beijos na boca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nem corpos a encontrarem-se no seio de uma cama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Há horas em que só queremos uma mão no ombro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o abraço apertado, ou mesmo, o estar ali, quietinho, ao lado ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sem nada dizer ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Há horas, quando sentimos que estamos para chorar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que desejamos uma presença amiga, que nos ouça pacientemente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a brincar com a gente, a nos fazer sorrir ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alguém que ria de nossas piadas sem graça,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que ache nossas tristezas as maiores do mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que nos teça elogios sem fim ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E que, apesar de todas essas mentiras úteis, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nos seja de uma sinceridade inquestionável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que nos mande calar a boca ou nos evite um gesto impensado;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;alguém que nos possa dizer: &lt;em&gt;acho que você está errado, mas estou ao seu lado&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ou apenas alguém que nos diga:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SOU SEU AMIGO!!!... E ESTOU AQUI !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24127541-4888303622603228831?l=celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/4888303622603228831/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24127541&amp;postID=4888303622603228831' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/4888303622603228831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/4888303622603228831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/2007/06/momentos.html' title='Momentos ....'/><author><name>Celso Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229259563796597168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://pics-21.hi5.com/userpics/221/437/437044221.img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esezvl7OIHg/RnlXEJ6CVSI/AAAAAAAAACI/RPHaMomAMWY/s72-c/celso.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24127541.post-3694568442166734000</id><published>2007-06-19T11:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T14:47:30.394+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuva!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esezvl7OIHg/Rne17Z6CVPI/AAAAAAAAABw/v1hyJ6P4EjA/s1600-h/RomanceIntheRainVenice20x24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077727137054741746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esezvl7OIHg/Rne17Z6CVPI/AAAAAAAAABw/v1hyJ6P4EjA/s400/RomanceIntheRainVenice20x24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As coisas vulgares que há na vida&lt;br /&gt;Não deixam saudades&lt;br /&gt;Só as lembranças que doem&lt;br /&gt;Ou fazem sorrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há gente que fica na história&lt;br /&gt;da história da gente&lt;br /&gt;e outras de quem nem o nome&lt;br /&gt;lembramos ouvir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São emoções que dão vida&lt;br /&gt;à saudade que trago&lt;br /&gt;Aquelas que tive contigo&lt;br /&gt;e acabei por perder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há dias que marcam a alma&lt;br /&gt;e a vida da gente&lt;br /&gt;e aquele em que tu me deixaste&lt;br /&gt;não posso esquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chuva molhava-me o rosto&lt;br /&gt;Gelado e cansado&lt;br /&gt;As ruas que a cidade tinha&lt;br /&gt;Já eu percorrera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai... meu choro de moça perdida&lt;br /&gt;gritava à cidade&lt;br /&gt;que o fogo do amor sob chuva&lt;br /&gt;há instantes morrera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chuva ouviu e calou&lt;br /&gt;meu segredo à cidade&lt;br /&gt;E eis que ela bate no vidro&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo a saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Mariza - Chuva lyric]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OpExb2hCYTs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OpExb2hCYTs&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/24127541-3694568442166734000?l=celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/3694568442166734000/comments/default' title='Enviar 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enormes erecções, mas .............................. não se vão lembrar para que servem!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24127541-7355398428809672926?l=celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/7355398428809672926/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24127541&amp;postID=7355398428809672926' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/7355398428809672926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/7355398428809672926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/2007/06/futuro-da-nossa-sociedade.html' title='Futuro da nossa sociedade!!!!!'/><author><name>Celso Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229259563796597168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://pics-21.hi5.com/userpics/221/437/437044221.img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esezvl7OIHg/RnaA056CVOI/AAAAAAAAABo/VZ5Sk5zszZc/s72-c/futur7x7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24127541.post-1586509001850315450</id><published>2007-06-18T13:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T13:49:22.492+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fazes-me lembrar …</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esezvl7OIHg/RnZ-rJ6CVNI/AAAAAAAAABg/ZSDMQhSRQmA/s1600-h/1211345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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coisas!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mas nada se pode comparar á tua pessoa,&lt;br /&gt;Uma verdadeira amiga,&lt;br /&gt;Com quem posso contar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. - este poema é dedicado a uma grande e recente amiga!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24127541-1586509001850315450?l=celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/1586509001850315450/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24127541&amp;postID=1586509001850315450' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/1586509001850315450'/><link rel='self' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/7008922554385406051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/7008922554385406051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/2007/06/estado-de-uma-nao-verso-rap.html' title='Estado de uma nação (versão rap)'/><author><name>Celso Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229259563796597168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://pics-21.hi5.com/userpics/221/437/437044221.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24127541.post-4185115813789901518</id><published>2007-06-12T19:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T19:56:49.171+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Filosofia de vida!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Acredite em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OxFAd5blb9I" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;É preciso sonhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vk8Bjcv8J18" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É preciso motivação ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fjX2gKCjYCs" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois a vida é feita de Caminhos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fKT_YItDYHM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24127541-4185115813789901518?l=celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/4185115813789901518/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24127541&amp;postID=4185115813789901518' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/4185115813789901518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/4185115813789901518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/2007/06/acredite-em-voc-preciso-sonhar.html' title='Filosofia de vida!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Celso Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229259563796597168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://pics-21.hi5.com/userpics/221/437/437044221.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24127541.post-723891078791904264</id><published>2007-06-11T22:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T04:01:03.355+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Começo a conhecer-me. Não existo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esezvl7OIHg/Rm26HZ6CVMI/AAAAAAAAABY/BlDzvPqFIMs/s1600-h/ascension1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074916991492576450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 426px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="216" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esezvl7OIHg/Rm26HZ6CVMI/AAAAAAAAABY/BlDzvPqFIMs/s400/ascension1.gif" width="339" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Sou o intervalo entre o que desejo ser e os outros me fizeram, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Começo a conhecer-me. Não existo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Sou metade desse intervalo, porque também há vida ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Sou isso, enfim ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Apague a luz, feche a porta e deixe de ter barulhos de chinelos no corredor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Fique eu no quarto só com o grande sossego de mim mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;É um universo barato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;                                      [Álvaro de Campos]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24127541-723891078791904264?l=celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/723891078791904264/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24127541&amp;postID=723891078791904264' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/723891078791904264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/723891078791904264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/2007/06/comeo-conhecer-me-no-existo.html' title='Começo a conhecer-me. Não existo.'/><author><name>Celso Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229259563796597168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://pics-21.hi5.com/userpics/221/437/437044221.img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esezvl7OIHg/Rm26HZ6CVMI/AAAAAAAAABY/BlDzvPqFIMs/s72-c/ascension1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24127541.post-7533547167032955149</id><published>2007-05-20T15:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T15:38:20.309+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Confuso!!!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esezvl7OIHg/RlBc-WiZcII/AAAAAAAAABQ/3vZijA98JAM/s1600-h/Their+Confusion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esezvl7OIHg/RlBc-WiZcII/AAAAAAAAABQ/3vZijA98JAM/s400/Their+Confusion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066651807063306370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Ainda é só de manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;e tudo está mudado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;ainda não está tudo esquecido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Nada mais sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Angústia,sofreguidão,arrependimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;e ainda me tento enganar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;É só vazio,só isto,fugaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;e o teu cheiro,o teu olhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;teu sorriso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Meu tormento,meu tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Nada,meu pranto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;fingido,recôndito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;isolado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Eu apenas meio maluco,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;meio perdido,envergonhado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;apaixonado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24127541-7533547167032955149?l=celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/7533547167032955149/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24127541&amp;postID=7533547167032955149' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/7533547167032955149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/7533547167032955149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/2007/05/confuso_20.html' title='Confuso!!!...'/><author><name>Celso Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229259563796597168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://pics-21.hi5.com/userpics/221/437/437044221.img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esezvl7OIHg/RlBc-WiZcII/AAAAAAAAABQ/3vZijA98JAM/s72-c/Their+Confusion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24127541.post-2617309974950508323</id><published>2007-05-19T22:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T23:22:58.989+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Matemática ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esezvl7OIHg/Rk93cmiZcHI/AAAAAAAAABI/ejPIyaslrBA/s1600-h/Hug_me_Love_by_pAiXAuM..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esezvl7OIHg/Rk93cmiZcHI/AAAAAAAAABI/ejPIyaslrBA/s200/Hug_me_Love_by_pAiXAuM..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066399439079960690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Poderei gostar de 10,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Olhar para 9,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Beijar 8,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sentir-me atraído por 7,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ficar com 6,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ser tocado por 5,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Apaixonar-me por 4,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sonhar com 3,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ficar louco por 2,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Mas amarei apenas 1 ...&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/24127541-2617309974950508323?l=celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/2617309974950508323/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24127541&amp;postID=2617309974950508323' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/2617309974950508323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/2617309974950508323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/2007/05/matemtica.html' title='Matemática ...'/><author><name>Celso Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229259563796597168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://pics-21.hi5.com/userpics/221/437/437044221.img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esezvl7OIHg/Rk93cmiZcHI/AAAAAAAAABI/ejPIyaslrBA/s72-c/Hug_me_Love_by_pAiXAuM..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24127541.post-5446574509572581772</id><published>2007-04-18T10:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T11:19:52.039+01:00</updated><title type='text'>BELEZA!!!! o que é a Beleza?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esezvl7OIHg/RiXucsKb4MI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2c2Jcu0G4i0/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054708333451927746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esezvl7OIHg/RiXucsKb4MI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2c2Jcu0G4i0/s400/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Fala-se tanto em “Beleza”, o que é e o que não é belo, mas o que é na realidade a “Beleza”? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;“Beleza” é uma percepção individual caracterizada normalmente pelo que é agradável aos sentidos. Esta percepção depende do contexto e do universo cognitivo do indivíduo que a observa. Através da história da humanidade a relação com a “Beleza” têm sido frequentemente religiosa ou mística e transcendente, logo a “Beleza” foi considerada muitas vezes como "aquilo que se aproxima da Divindade". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;“Beleza” é aquilo que vemos e que podemos interpretar de modos diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;É difícil resumir em palavras o que é o "belo". Mas pode-se afirmar que a “Beleza” é um conjunto de elementos que resultam naquilo que se considera belo. Uma das expressões utilizadas antigamente para definir a “Beleza” feminina: "eram mulheres agradáveis aos olhos" ou "são mulheres formosas á vista". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;E é claro, a “Beleza” mudou através dos tempos. No passado a “Beleza” humana era só um rosto, privilégio de poucos que tinham a coincidência genética de ter um rosto com linhas harmónicas. A nutrição, os desportos, e também a medicina passaram a ajudar na promoção da “Beleza” humana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;A ideia de “Beleza” Humana é transmitida através dos média, usando como exemplo os modelos e a maioria dos artistas famosos (ser magro, não ter espinhas, olhos claros, pele bronzeada, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;É verdade que o rosto de uma pessoa nos diz muito. Invariavelmente de uma forma voluntária ou não, ficamos sempre com uma primeira impressão que, por vezes, marcará definitivamente a relação. Mas será que essa primeira impressão é assim tão involuntária? Ou haverá factores bem definidos que contribuem para o impossível estereótipo de “Beleza”? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Resisto a utilizar a palavra “Beleza” neste contexto, pois esta expressa muito mais do que a apreciação simplista de factores concretos... expressa a combinação de movimentos, o charme, a graça, a personalidade e a alma de algo que doutra forma é somente um objecto distante.&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, muitas vezes dou por mim a tentar precisar exactamente quais os aspectos que me fazem considerar o rosto de uma mulher atraente. Será somente um elemento daquele conjunto restrito de factores (cabelo, olhos, lábios, etc.) cuja combinação é tão ampla que o torna indefinível?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por isso pergunto será a “Beleza” humana unicamente uma percepção social, ou haverá algo mais científico?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;P.S. fico á espera de comentários e opiniões acerca disso!!!!!!&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/24127541-5446574509572581772?l=celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/5446574509572581772/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24127541&amp;postID=5446574509572581772' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/5446574509572581772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/5446574509572581772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/2007/04/beleza-o-que-beleza.html' title='BELEZA!!!! o que é a Beleza?'/><author><name>Celso Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229259563796597168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://pics-21.hi5.com/userpics/221/437/437044221.img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esezvl7OIHg/RiXucsKb4MI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2c2Jcu0G4i0/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24127541.post-117068595480087754</id><published>2007-02-05T14:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-05T14:36:41.670Z</updated><title type='text'>Sem hipótese alguma ..................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2358/1988/1600/182136/in_utero11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2358/1988/400/838356/in_utero11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Nunca te foi permitido ver o sol,&lt;br /&gt;a lua ou uma estrela cadente.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca te foi permitido pentear uma boneca,&lt;br /&gt;ou brincar com carros de corrida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca te foi permitido poder ver flocos de neve,&lt;br /&gt;ou quer mesmo um bando de pássaros a voar.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca vais poder saltar para cima de um monte de folhas,&lt;br /&gt;ou ir á caça de insectos luminosos durante a noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca te foi dada a hipótese de poderes rir,&lt;br /&gt;ou a oportunidade de poderes chorar.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isto porque alguém fez a escolha,&lt;br /&gt;a escolha de que tinhas de morrer. &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/24127541-117068595480087754?l=celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/117068595480087754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24127541&amp;postID=117068595480087754' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/117068595480087754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/117068595480087754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/2007/02/sem-hiptese-alguma_05.html' title='Sem hipótese alguma ..................'/><author><name>Celso Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229259563796597168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://pics-21.hi5.com/userpics/221/437/437044221.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24127541.post-117068495090692071</id><published>2007-02-05T14:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-05T14:16:03.526Z</updated><title type='text'>Dois caminhos a escolher .........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2358/1988/1600/107890/abortion-einstein.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2358/1988/400/845961/abortion-einstein.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24127541-117068495090692071?l=celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/117068495090692071/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24127541&amp;postID=117068495090692071' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/117068495090692071'/><link rel='self' 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0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2358/1988/400/241932/ANEI001_IAM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; guerra do ter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;analiza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ega e corrompe o homem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;esumaniza e destrói&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;svazia e ensurdece o coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ere a sensibilidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;era o ódio e a violência&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ierarquiza as pessoas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;mpede a paz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;oga a vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eva ao consumismo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;anifesta o maior egoísmo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ega o espaço ao amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;prime a humanidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;rostitui e vicia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;uebra a vida cristã&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eserva tempo para o mal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ufoca a semente dos valores autênticos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ransgride as leis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;tiliza meios ilícitos para enriquecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;aloriza a injustiça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;e&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;clui os menos favorecidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ela pela autodestruição.&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/24127541-117033224495995272?l=celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/117033224495995272/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24127541&amp;postID=117033224495995272' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/117033224495995272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/117033224495995272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/2007/02/abecedrio-do-ter.html' title='Abecedário do Ter ........................'/><author><name>Celso Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229259563796597168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://pics-21.hi5.com/userpics/221/437/437044221.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24127541.post-117027325974104107</id><published>2007-01-31T19:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-31T20:00:20.576Z</updated><title type='text'>CRER !!!!!!......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2358/1988/1600/995361/994734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 467px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 374px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="349" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2358/1988/400/655951/994734.jpg" width="442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;O que te faz crer que sempre terás alguém à tua espera?&lt;br /&gt;Que sempre terás alguém para contigo sorrir, chorar, compartilhar?&lt;br /&gt;Que sempre terás alguém que te faça grande, te faça íntegro?&lt;br /&gt;Que sempre terás alguém para te ouvir, para te oferecer o ombro, te aliviar o cansaço?&lt;br /&gt;O que te faz crer que jamais te faltará ajuda, jamais te faltará compreensão?&lt;br /&gt;Que jamais te faltará carinho, apoio, brilho, harmonia?&lt;br /&gt;Que jamais te sentirás só, sentirás desprezo, indiferença?&lt;br /&gt;Que jamais te faltarão forças, jamais te faltará vontade, realizações?&lt;br /&gt;O que te faz crer que o mundo estará sempre à tua disposição?&lt;br /&gt;Que as pessoas estarão sempre ao teu lado, sempre terás torcida a teu favor?&lt;br /&gt;O que te faz crer que amanhã tudo acontece, que o tempo estará ao teu lado?&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo se disponibilizará para ti?&lt;br /&gt;Que o relógio andará ao teu compasso, que teu organismo será sempre imbatível?&lt;br /&gt;O que te faz crer que o teu comportamento não pesa para as pessoas de teu convívio, que não se cansarão de tua imparcialidade, de tua austeridade, de tua displicência, de tua conformidade?&lt;br /&gt;Assim, não abra concorrência, dê assistência!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24127541-117027325974104107?l=celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/117027325974104107/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24127541&amp;postID=117027325974104107' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/117027325974104107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/117027325974104107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/2007/01/crer.html' title='CRER !!!!!!......'/><author><name>Celso Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229259563796597168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://pics-21.hi5.com/userpics/221/437/437044221.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24127541.post-117024702381175657</id><published>2007-01-31T12:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-31T12:37:03.836Z</updated><title type='text'>Esse Homem, um Agricultor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2358/1988/1600/702884/890941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="360" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2358/1988/400/830773/890941.jpg" width="458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Ei, tu aí: apenas olhas&lt;br /&gt;Não falas.&lt;br /&gt;Estás a passar e nem ligas&lt;br /&gt;Olhe para esse homem.&lt;br /&gt;Um agricultor.&lt;br /&gt;Deve ter uma boa idade.&lt;br /&gt;Olha esse colono grosso&lt;br /&gt;Que não teve oportunidade&lt;br /&gt;Para frquentar a universidade.&lt;br /&gt;Agradece a esse homem,&lt;br /&gt;Pois é ele que mais sofre.&lt;br /&gt;Poucas pessoas lhe dão valor.&lt;br /&gt;Esse colono trabalha na lavoura.&lt;br /&gt;Planta, semeia e colhe&lt;br /&gt;O futuro de uma nação.&lt;br /&gt;Você já pensou como será&lt;br /&gt;O seu dia-dia sem ele?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/24127541-117024702381175657?l=celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/117024702381175657/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24127541&amp;postID=117024702381175657' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/117024702381175657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/117024702381175657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/2007/01/esse-homem-um-agricultor.html' title='Esse Homem, um Agricultor'/><author><name>Celso Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229259563796597168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://pics-21.hi5.com/userpics/221/437/437044221.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24127541.post-117024379432103741</id><published>2007-01-31T11:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-31T11:43:14.343Z</updated><title type='text'>O MUNDO É UM PUZZLE!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2358/1988/1600/25192/puzzle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 415px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="414" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2358/1988/400/525914/puzzle.jpg" width="332" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Era uma vez um homem que tinha um pequeno rapaz que amava muito. Todos os dias depois do trabalho o homem vinha para casa e brincava com o rapaz. Ele passava todo o tempo disponivel a brincar com a criança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite,enquanto o homem estava no trabalho, ele reparou que tinha trabalho extra para o resto da noite, e que não poderia brincar com o pequeno rapaz. Mas, ele gostava de dar algo á criança que o mantivesse ocupado. Sendo assim, olhou em redor no seu gabinete, e reparou numa revista com um mapa mundo enorme na sua capa. Ele teve uma ideia. Arrancou o mapa e pacientemente rasgou em pedaços mais pequenos. Ao fim colocou esses mesmos pedaços no bolso do seu casaco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegou a casa, o pequeno rapaz correu em sua direcção e já estava preparado para brincar. O homem explicou-lhe que trazia trabalho extra para casa para fazer e que não poderia brincar de momento, mas encaminhou a criança para a mesa da sala de jantar, pegou em todas as peças do mapa, e espalhou pela mesa. Explicou-lhe que se tratava de um mapa do mundo e ao fim do tempo de juntar todas aquelas peças, ele teria terminado o seu trabalho e por isso poderiam brincar juntos. Certamente ocuparia a criança durante várias horas, julgou ele.&lt;br /&gt;Ao fim de hora e meia o rapaz chegou ao pé do homem e disse: “Ok, ja acabei. Podemos brincar agora?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O homem foi supreendido e disse: “Isso é impossivel. Vamos lá ver isso.” E sendo assim ele deparou-se com o mapa mundo, todo construido e com as peças nos respectivos sitios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O homem perguntou: “É incrivel. Como é que fizeste?” O rapaz respodeu: “Foi muito simples. Na parte de trás da página estava um homem. Quando uni o HOMEM o mundo ficou contruído.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24127541-117024379432103741?l=celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/117024379432103741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24127541&amp;postID=117024379432103741' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/117024379432103741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/117024379432103741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/2007/01/o-mundo-um-puzzle_31.html' title='O MUNDO É UM PUZZLE!!!!!!'/><author><name>Celso Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229259563796597168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://pics-21.hi5.com/userpics/221/437/437044221.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24127541.post-117024295436577672</id><published>2007-01-31T11:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-31T11:33:34.726Z</updated><title type='text'>ESTADO DA NAÇÃO!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2358/1988/1600/304954/webbartoon20050707.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="135" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2358/1988/400/25646/webbartoon20050707.png" width="424" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Acorrentado ao meu destino,&lt;br /&gt;Algemado à hipocrisia dos governantes;&lt;br /&gt;Sob este sol, esta terra abençoada,&lt;br /&gt;Sigo meus passos,&lt;br /&gt;Sigo meu rumo...&lt;br /&gt;Na trilha do cansaço,&lt;br /&gt;Sou apenas mais um&lt;br /&gt;Em meio a milhões de corações&lt;br /&gt;Que pulsam e têm esperança&lt;br /&gt;De um país melhor...&lt;br /&gt;Na realidade do meu dia-a-dia,&lt;br /&gt;Minha mesa continua vazia...&lt;br /&gt;Meus filhos desnutridos&lt;br /&gt;Nem andam mais...&lt;br /&gt;Aquele velho ténis furado&lt;br /&gt;Ainda é o bem mais valioso,&lt;br /&gt;O item mais glorioso&lt;br /&gt;Que tenho no meu lar...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje passei fome,&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã não sei o que irei comer...&lt;br /&gt;Sem perspectivas, sem futuro,&lt;br /&gt;Sou apenas um cidadão&lt;br /&gt;À procura da dignidade,&lt;br /&gt;Dos sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;Querendo apenas viver dignamente...&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo acorrentado,&lt;br /&gt;Não sou aquele pobre coitado&lt;br /&gt;Que é lembrado de 4 em 4 anos;&lt;br /&gt;Sou um ser humano,como qualquer outro do congresso;&lt;br /&gt;Só que na realidade de todos os dias,&lt;br /&gt;Minha barriga continua vazia,&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto o dinheiro transborda&lt;br /&gt;Nas cuecas alheias...&lt;br /&gt;Minha satisfação é olhar para o céu&lt;br /&gt;E num gesto de vitória,&lt;br /&gt;Ter a certeza que em DEUS&lt;br /&gt;Encontrarei a minha glória... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24127541-117024295436577672?l=celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/117024295436577672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24127541&amp;postID=117024295436577672' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/117024295436577672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/117024295436577672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/2007/01/estado-da-nao.html' title='ESTADO DA NAÇÃO!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Celso Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229259563796597168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://pics-21.hi5.com/userpics/221/437/437044221.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24127541.post-117016711144742563</id><published>2007-01-30T11:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-30T14:32:47.770Z</updated><title type='text'>ESSE NÃO È O MEU TRABALHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2358/1988/1600/57018/piada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="328" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2358/1988/400/660786/piada.jpg" width="316" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2358/1988/1600/110893/piada.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Esta é uma história acerca de quarto pessoas: &lt;strong&gt;TODA&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;GENTE&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;ALGUÈM&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;QUALQUER UM&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;NINGUÈM&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Havia um importante trabalho a ser feito e &lt;strong&gt;TODA A GENTE&lt;/strong&gt; estava segura que &lt;strong&gt;ALGUÉM&lt;/strong&gt; o iria fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUALQUER UM&lt;/strong&gt; poderia o ter feito mas &lt;strong&gt;NINGUÈM&lt;/strong&gt; o fez. ALGUÈM zangou-se com a situação, porque era o trabalho de &lt;strong&gt;TODA A GENTE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODA A GENTE&lt;/strong&gt; pensou que &lt;strong&gt;QUALQUER UM&lt;/strong&gt; o podia fazer mas &lt;strong&gt;NINGUÈM&lt;/strong&gt; se apercebeu que &lt;strong&gt;TODA A GENTE&lt;/strong&gt; não o ia fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabou com &lt;strong&gt;TODA A GENTE&lt;/strong&gt; a acusar &lt;strong&gt;ALGUÈM&lt;/strong&gt; quando &lt;strong&gt;NINGUÈM&lt;/strong&gt; fez o que &lt;strong&gt;QUALQUER UM&lt;/strong&gt; podia fazer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24127541-117016711144742563?l=celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/117016711144742563/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24127541&amp;postID=117016711144742563' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/117016711144742563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/117016711144742563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/2007/01/esse-no-o-meu-trabalho.html' title='ESSE NÃO È O MEU TRABALHO'/><author><name>Celso Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229259563796597168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://pics-21.hi5.com/userpics/221/437/437044221.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24127541.post-117011825991641454</id><published>2007-01-30T00:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-30T14:34:05.506Z</updated><title type='text'>Ontem, Hoje e Amanhã</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2358/1988/1600/802832/925418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="342" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2358/1988/400/525948/925418.jpg" width="484" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Hoje é o amanhã em que me vou preocupar com o ontem&lt;br /&gt;E hoje foi um dia tão lindo,&lt;br /&gt;que opinei no porque de me ter preocupado acerca de hoje ontem&lt;br /&gt;Assim hoje não me vou preocupar com o amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Já que o amanhã poderá não existir&lt;br /&gt;E assim vou viver como se o amanhã não existisse&lt;br /&gt;E vou esquecer o ontem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é o amanhã que eu planeei para ontem&lt;br /&gt;E quase todo os meus planos para hoje não aconteceram como tinha planeado ontem&lt;br /&gt;Assim hoje vou esquecer o amanhã e planear para hoje&lt;br /&gt;Mas não muito arduamente&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vou parar para cheirar uma rosa&lt;br /&gt;Irei dizer a alguem amado o quanto eu gosto dela&lt;br /&gt;Irei parar de planear para amanhã e planear para hoje o melhor dia da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é o amanhã de que tive medo ontem&lt;br /&gt;E hoje não tenho nada de que ter medo&lt;br /&gt;Assim hoje vou expulsar o medo do desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;Irei abraçar o desconhecido como uma lição a aprender,repleta de excitantes oportunidades&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, ao contrário de ontem não irei ter medo do amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é o amanhã que eu sonhei para ontem&lt;br /&gt;E alguns desses sonhos sonhados ontem,realizaram-se hoje&lt;br /&gt;Assim hoje vou continuar a sonhar acerca do amanhã&lt;br /&gt;E talvez mais sonhos que sonhar hoje irão acontecer amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é o amanhã em que estableci metas para ontem&lt;br /&gt;E alcancei algumas dessas metas hoje&lt;br /&gt;Assim hoje irei establecer maiores metas para hoje e para amanhã&lt;br /&gt;E se o amanhã vier a ser igual a hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Irei de certeza atingir todos os meus objectivos um dia destes!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24127541-117011825991641454?l=celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/117011825991641454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24127541&amp;postID=117011825991641454' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/117011825991641454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/117011825991641454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/2007/01/ontem-hoje-e-amanh.html' title='Ontem, Hoje e Amanhã'/><author><name>Celso Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229259563796597168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://pics-21.hi5.com/userpics/221/437/437044221.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24127541.post-117011633800760580</id><published>2007-01-30T00:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-30T00:18:58.020Z</updated><title type='text'>Melhores amigos!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2358/1988/1600/165982/977876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 438px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 368px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="398" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2358/1988/400/35634/977876.jpg" width="438" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enquanto caminhamos o trilho da nossa vida,&lt;br /&gt;Conhecemos novas pessoas todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;A maioria conhecemo-las por simples acaso.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, algumas são colocadas no nosso caminho.&lt;br /&gt;Estes tornam-se amigos especiais&lt;br /&gt;Cujos laços nos é impossivel explicar;&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles que nos percebem&lt;br /&gt;E partilham as nossas alegrias e dores.&lt;br /&gt;O seu amor não contem fronteiras.&lt;br /&gt;Assim, mesmo que estejamos separados,&lt;br /&gt;A sua presença realça em nós&lt;br /&gt;Uma sensação de conforto no nosso coração.&lt;br /&gt;Este sentimento torna-se num elo de ligação,&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo que essa distância nao desapareça.&lt;br /&gt;E assim,estes amigos, que sao colocados no nosso caminho,&lt;br /&gt;Permanecerão sempre por perto. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24127541-117011633800760580?l=celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/117011633800760580/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24127541&amp;postID=117011633800760580' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/117011633800760580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/117011633800760580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/2007/01/melhores-amigos.html' title='Melhores amigos!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Celso Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229259563796597168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://pics-21.hi5.com/userpics/221/437/437044221.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24127541.post-117011416533373942</id><published>2007-01-29T23:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-29T23:42:45.346Z</updated><title type='text'>FALHAR ..................</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2358/1988/1600/242075/Failure1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2358/1988/400/497409/Failure1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falhar não significa que seja um falhado;&lt;br /&gt;Significa que eu ainda nao concretizei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falhar não significa que eu não atingi nada;&lt;br /&gt;Significa que aprendi alguma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falhar não significa que eu tenha sido um tolo;&lt;br /&gt;Significa que tive fé suficiente para experimentar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falhar não significa que me tenha desgraçado;&lt;br /&gt;Significa que tive coragem de tentar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falhar não significa que não tenha;&lt;br /&gt;Significa que tenho algo para fazer de outra forma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falhar não significa que seja inferior;&lt;br /&gt;Significa que não sou perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falhar não significa que desperdicei a minha vida;&lt;br /&gt;Significa que tenha uma desculpa para começar de novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falhar não significa que deva desistir;&lt;br /&gt;Significa que devo tentar mais arduamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falhar não significa que nunca farei;&lt;br /&gt;Significa que preciso de mais pratica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falhar não significa que me abandonaste;&lt;br /&gt;Significa que deves ter tido uma ideia melhor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24127541-117011416533373942?l=celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/117011416533373942/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24127541&amp;postID=117011416533373942' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/117011416533373942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/117011416533373942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/2007/01/falhar.html' title='FALHAR ..................'/><author><name>Celso Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229259563796597168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://pics-21.hi5.com/userpics/221/437/437044221.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24127541.post-115989713804241997</id><published>2006-10-03T18:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T11:37:28.106Z</updated><title type='text'>Somos PORTUGUSES ou o k?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Ser &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;PORTUGUÊS&lt;/span&gt; é ter coração de pobre e sorriso de Rei ou de Rainha.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso vamos, certamente, continuar a sorrir no nosso trono por isso:&lt;br /&gt;Venham os pastéis de bacalhau,os de nata,venha o fado e a bandeira na janela, venham as caravelas ... e já  agora venha um &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;BEIRÃO&lt;/span&gt; para animar a malta!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F2C69dQ7tPk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F2C69dQ7tPk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24127541-115989713804241997?l=celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/115989713804241997/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24127541&amp;postID=115989713804241997' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/115989713804241997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/115989713804241997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/2006/10/somos-portuguses-ou-o-k.html' title='Somos PORTUGUSES ou o k?'/><author><name>Celso Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229259563796597168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://pics-21.hi5.com/userpics/221/437/437044221.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24127541.post-115921224424022859</id><published>2006-09-25T20:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T20:24:22.896+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N0euCrjSvrM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N0euCrjSvrM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;É dificil de acreditar que é tempo de partir&lt;br /&gt;Deixar este modo de vida,abrir as asas e crescer&lt;br /&gt;Dizer adeus a esses amigos que nós seguravamos junto ao coração&lt;br /&gt;Derramar lágrimas porque vamos estar tão longe&lt;br /&gt;Lembrando todos os bons momentos e até os maus&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo as brigas/discussões que se teve&lt;br /&gt;Através de lágrimas e riso&lt;br /&gt;A AMIZADE foi o nosso gannho&lt;br /&gt;Permanecemos juntos durante os pôr de sol e chuvas,risos e gritos&lt;br /&gt;Descobriu-se o que verdadeiros amigos estão em todo o lado.&lt;br /&gt;De modo que a nossa aventura está a chegar ao fim&lt;br /&gt;Nós vamos carregar nos nossos corações os nossos amigos especiais&lt;br /&gt;E levar connosco todas as memórias que temos&lt;br /&gt;Desde aquele dia de Outubro!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GENTUGAS FOREVER!!!!!!!! ;O)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24127541-115921224424022859?l=celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/115921224424022859/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24127541&amp;postID=115921224424022859' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/115921224424022859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/115921224424022859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/2006/09/saudades.html' title='Saudades!!!!!'/><author><name>Celso Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229259563796597168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://pics-21.hi5.com/userpics/221/437/437044221.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24127541.post-115308469660283870</id><published>2006-07-16T21:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T22:18:16.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Floresta do calor!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1988/1600/Rebirth02.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 265px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1988/400/Rebirth02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na manhã quando o sol se ergue acima das montanhas, a luz do sol toca nas árvores e fá-las incandescentes como o fogo. No mais quente dos dias, começa assim tão quente que os pássaros não conseguem cantar,as formigas e abelhas retornam para seus ninhos até que o calor passe. A vegetação está assim tão seca que se queima no calor e pega um fogo que queima a floresta até ao solo.E ao fim de alguns dias podemos ver alguns pequenos rebentos verdes a emergir das cinzas de um fogo que destruiu a floresta. A vida voltou a este lugar desolado e uma floresta emerge debaixo das cinzas pretas e a vida prospera como dantes na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FLORESTA DO CALOR&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/24127541-115308469660283870?l=celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/115308469660283870/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24127541&amp;postID=115308469660283870' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/115308469660283870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/115308469660283870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/2006/07/floresta-do-calor.html' title='Floresta do calor!!!!!'/><author><name>Celso Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229259563796597168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://pics-21.hi5.com/userpics/221/437/437044221.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24127541.post-115299921878698831</id><published>2006-07-15T22:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T08:36:45.813+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um sonho!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xzqTnRv8RQk"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xzqTnRv8RQk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Albertus;"&gt;Caminhamos sem saber para onde e sem destino coerente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Albertus;"&gt;O destino é incerto, buscamos um sonho ardente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Albertus;"&gt;Caminhamos com o coração vazio e latejante.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Albertus;"&gt;Caminhamos na busca do título ansiado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Albertus;"&gt;No semblante de cada pessoa,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Albertus;"&gt;O buscar do rosto sonhado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Albertus;"&gt;Nos olhos que se cruzam,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Albertus;"&gt;Sentir o desejo de ser campeão.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Albertus;"&gt;Ah! Por momentos pensei ter acordado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Albertus;"&gt;E viver o sonho sonhado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Albertus;"&gt;Não, tudo não passou de um fulgor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Albertus;"&gt;Continuamos sem alcançar, um sonho fulminador.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Albertus;"&gt;Sonhando, caminhando,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Albertus;"&gt;Com um sentimento de alguma frustração.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24127541-115299921878698831?l=celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/115299921878698831/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24127541&amp;postID=115299921878698831' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/115299921878698831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/115299921878698831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/2006/07/um-sonho.html' title='Um sonho!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Celso Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229259563796597168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://pics-21.hi5.com/userpics/221/437/437044221.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24127541.post-115290197303151329</id><published>2006-07-14T19:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T19:37:55.080+01:00</updated><title type='text'>VIVER para quê?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1988/1600/viver.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1988/320/viver.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Viver para ser amado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e para amor dar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Viver para aprender,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e para ensinar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Viver para ter alegrias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e para alegrias dar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Viver para ser triste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e tristezas dar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Viver para os outros apoiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Viver para os problemas resolver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas para que tudo isto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Viver para morrer !!!!.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24127541-115290197303151329?l=celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/115290197303151329/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24127541&amp;postID=115290197303151329' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/115290197303151329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/115290197303151329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/2006/07/viver-para-qu.html' title='VIVER para quê?'/><author><name>Celso Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229259563796597168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://pics-21.hi5.com/userpics/221/437/437044221.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24127541.post-115153502869889003</id><published>2006-06-28T22:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T23:58:01.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembranças e esquecimentos!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1988/1600/euro2004portugalinglaterra02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 238px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1988/400/euro2004portugalinglaterra02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt; O passado retorna sempre, para o bem e para o mal, como um fantasma, por mais que se tente desesperadamente dizer que passou e se deve esquecer. Apesar de não ser possível vivê-lo de novo, no plano da objetividade da vida ele está presente, mesmo que adormecido em nossas subjetividades. Mesmo negando-o e dizendo-se que agora as coisas são outras, ele retorna a ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;valeiro da história, denunciando o que alguns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt; prefeririam que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt; fosse esquecido e outros desejariam que jamais o fosse. O retorno não é necessariamente uma comédia, pode representar o alongamento ao infinito da tragédia dos destinos de um povo ou de uma geração. As lembranças e os esquecimentos não são naturais, é p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;reciso constr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;uí-los, projetá-los e compreendê-los como algo necessário à vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1988/1600/442006062513514015inglaterra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 288px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1988/320/442006062513514015inglaterra.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Quando se trata da vida in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;dividual, o esquecimento, em muitos casos, con&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;siste em uma estratégia de sobrevivência. Se ficarmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;s lembrando das coisas desagradáveis que se viveu, sobretudo se nossas vidas foram marcadas por tragédias, afundaremo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;s em um mar de lamentações e poderemos perder senso da realidade e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt; das mudanças que se f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;izeram, mesmo a muito custo, sacrifícios e dificuldades. Esquecer pode, neste caso, servir para lembrar que não fomos vencidos, que continuamos aqui e a incomodar quem quis nos destruir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1988/1600/03cuarto20040629p.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 197px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1988/320/03cuarto20040629p.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Mesmo que nosso corpo nos traía, com a inflexível decadência do caos biológico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;de nossas existências, nunca devemos esquecer que somos feitos da poeira do cosmos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Construímos nossa marca sem a pretensão da eternidade. Ela existe, enquanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt; matéria, independentemente de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt; quaisquer de nossas ações. Esta pretensão é para os idiotas, que nada sabem sobre a natureza e as reais possibilidades do homem. Deseja-se que a nossa marca tenha contribuído para manter alguns nichos de dignidade na espécie, que nem sempre honra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;suas possibilidades de inteligência e autodefesa das tentativas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;de autodestruição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Há um método para nos aproximar do que passou com maior chance de não errar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1988/1600/200291_MEDIUMLANDSCAPE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1988/320/200291_MEDIUMLANDSCAPE.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;primeira&lt;/span&gt; providência é descobrir quem são os sujeitos da acção, quais são seus interesses e graus de legitimidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1988/1600/costinha.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 77px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1988/320/costinha.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;segunda&lt;/span&gt; consiste em buscar verificar s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;e as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt; fontes de informação são fidedignas. A &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;terceira&lt;/span&gt; resume-se em deslindar a quem se está servindo o que se pretende como uma versão dos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt; factos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1988/1600/442006062513514015inglaterra.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1988/320/442006062513514015inglaterra.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;quarta&lt;/span&gt;, de grande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt; importância, é de tentar compreender o que se passou dentro do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;contexto, evidenciando como eram as coisas naquele tempo. A &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;quinta&lt;/span&gt; e última é refletir sobre a importância do passado para o que hoje se vive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24127541-115153502869889003?l=celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/115153502869889003/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24127541&amp;postID=115153502869889003' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/115153502869889003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/115153502869889003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/2006/06/lembranas-e-esquecimentos.html' title='Lembranças e esquecimentos!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Celso Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229259563796597168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://pics-21.hi5.com/userpics/221/437/437044221.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24127541.post-115153130908644430</id><published>2006-06-28T20:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T23:58:58.420+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma lição de História!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1988/1600/GenerationChasm-X.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1988/320/GenerationChasm-X.0.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;MEDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt; é um sentimento que é um estado de alerta demonstrado pelo receio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;de fazer alguma coisa, geralmente por se sentir ame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;açado, tanto fisicamente como psicologicamente.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;DESCRIÇÃO E EXPLICAÇÃO DO QUE É SE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;NTIDO NO SEIO DA SELECÇÃO INGLESA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24127541-115153130908644430?l=celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/115153130908644430/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24127541&amp;postID=115153130908644430' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/115153130908644430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/115153130908644430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/2006/06/uma-lio-de-histria.html' title='Uma lição de História!!!!'/><author><name>Celso Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229259563796597168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://pics-21.hi5.com/userpics/221/437/437044221.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24127541.post-115135746587126413</id><published>2006-06-26T22:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T22:46:08.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma vez português,português para sempre!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1988/1600/690836%20%282%29.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1988/320/690836%20%282%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ser&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Port&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;guês&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;é ter sangue frio, ter Amor á Pátria, por isso serei sempre fiel á minha Pátria do meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; VIVA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;POR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;TU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;GAL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24127541-115135746587126413?l=celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/115135746587126413/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24127541&amp;postID=115135746587126413' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/115135746587126413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/115135746587126413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/2006/06/uma-vez-portugusportugus-para-sempre.html' title='Uma vez português,português para sempre!!'/><author><name>Celso Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229259563796597168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://pics-21.hi5.com/userpics/221/437/437044221.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24127541.post-114242692426294199</id><published>2006-03-15T12:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-15T12:54:56.420Z</updated><title type='text'>THE SECRET OF LIFE ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/2498/1600/141758970.img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 201px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/2498/400/141758970.img.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;        The secret of life is to have a task, something you devote your entire life to, something you bring everything to,every minute of the day for the rest of your life. And the most important thing is, it must be something you cannot possibly do. &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/24127541-114242692426294199?l=celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/114242692426294199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24127541&amp;postID=114242692426294199' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/114242692426294199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24127541/posts/default/114242692426294199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celsomartinsalmeida.blogspot.com/2006/03/secret-of-life.html' title='THE SECRET OF LIFE ...'/><author><name>Celso Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10229259563796597168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://pics-21.hi5.com/userpics/221/437/437044221.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
