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allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia essa música também combinará completamente com a gente...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Amote!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993019863616130457-7326990737067070662?l=danbarretinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7326990737067070662/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993019863616130457&amp;postID=7326990737067070662&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/7326990737067070662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Brasil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SaXGGAriWuI/AAAAAAAAAI4/OLDztoiZj3Y/s1600-h/ATcAAABg_EUXLsmrAIsBSgCRtda9T7N6U1XdB3_2oqXtgiLxgrbzKYeM7K1R5YAilFUAJv7YopAc7P4OKtt5TCU0GDClAJtU9VCCay_fZ-qHXU8jm5cV2UESiasRUQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SaXGGAriWuI/AAAAAAAAAI4/OLDztoiZj3Y/s320/ATcAAABg_EUXLsmrAIsBSgCRtda9T7N6U1XdB3_2oqXtgiLxgrbzKYeM7K1R5YAilFUAJv7YopAc7P4OKtt5TCU0GDClAJtU9VCCay_fZ-qHXU8jm5cV2UESiasRUQ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306865542490118882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SaXGAnSQN1I/AAAAAAAAAIw/xC82UG3OnzM/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: 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Nele vejo condições de bem pensar e agir. Cada hora, cada minuto é abençoado e precioso. Deus, que me vê e protege, dá-me este diapara que eu progrido e seja feliz. Assim, farei das dificuldades um caminho para o meu equilíbrio, do nervosismo um meio de obter a calma e das desavenças uma força para a paz. Estou pronto para amar, descobrindo soluções e conviver com pessoas difíceis.&lt;br /&gt;Dize isso para ti, pois, se dependes dos dias e das suas ocorrências, mais eles dependem de ti e são como sejas ou faças.&lt;br /&gt;O dia é tua fisionomia.&lt;br /&gt;O dia é bom para quem é bom para si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)     ;-)     :-p    ;-p     \o\|o|/o/    |o;     :-)    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993019863616130457-3182929090750293795?l=danbarretinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3182929090750293795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993019863616130457&amp;postID=3182929090750293795&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/3182929090750293795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/3182929090750293795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/2009/02/ter-um-bom-dia.html' title='Ter um bom dia'/><author><name>D@n  B@rretinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881977848777472467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY4l18s9dTI/AAAAAAAAADA/WsKzobs63ig/S220/ATgAAAC0nxYgCQj48U6CrP28lWWK5uwwnJR-yLNlAbjwIYey1N7GsmImU8icrv3TRWayCoGsMjHgwGJU56LRc_5rjQ8-AJtU9VCVglYYj7ZO29dw4NaAgg-i1scF5Q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SaRrNe8YCHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/gGzRqDzNLaI/s72-c/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993019863616130457.post-3792171097209977077</id><published>2009-02-24T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T13:24:36.830-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Namoradinha'/><title type='text'>10 coisas que eu adoro em você...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SaRk0foWPJI/AAAAAAAAAGc/dpUW2p3F3uQ/s1600-h/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993019863616130457-3792171097209977077?l=danbarretinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3792171097209977077/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993019863616130457&amp;postID=3792171097209977077&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/3792171097209977077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/3792171097209977077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-coisas-que-eu-adoro-em-voce.html' title='10 coisas que eu adoro em você...'/><author><name>D@n  B@rretinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881977848777472467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY4l18s9dTI/AAAAAAAAADA/WsKzobs63ig/S220/ATgAAAC0nxYgCQj48U6CrP28lWWK5uwwnJR-yLNlAbjwIYey1N7GsmImU8icrv3TRWayCoGsMjHgwGJU56LRc_5rjQ8-AJtU9VCVglYYj7ZO29dw4NaAgg-i1scF5Q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SaRk0foWPJI/AAAAAAAAAGc/dpUW2p3F3uQ/s72-c/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993019863616130457.post-1309245390104191361</id><published>2009-02-22T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T18:51:10.198-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Namoradinha'/><title type='text'>Para o meu amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SaIO9FF6J7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/tUz0EdBbquM/s1600-h/amor_verdadeiro1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SaIO9FF6J7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/tUz0EdBbquM/s320/amor_verdadeiro1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305819753497634738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;De manhã me lembro de você&lt;br /&gt;Não tem jeito nenhum de esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Dos teus olhos, teu jeito, tua voz&lt;br /&gt;Do amor que habita em nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus me fez pra te amar&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei... que a felicidade é...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu quero poder construir&lt;br /&gt;Um Castelo de sonhos pra nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra que agente pudesse fujir&lt;br /&gt;Com o nosso tesouro a sós&lt;br /&gt;Sei que Deus fez você pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Sei sim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor verdadeiro, amor sem palavras&lt;br /&gt;Que chega sem medo,  que não se acaba&lt;br /&gt;É amor verdadeiro, amor que acalma&lt;br /&gt;Que bate no peito, preenche a falta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus abençoe  todo esse amor&lt;br /&gt;Que seja lindo em teu coração&lt;br /&gt;Porque em mim, eu sei... amo você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amote!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993019863616130457-1309245390104191361?l=danbarretinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1309245390104191361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993019863616130457&amp;postID=1309245390104191361&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/1309245390104191361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/1309245390104191361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/2009/02/de-manha-me-lembro-de-voce-nao-tem.html' title='Para o meu amor...'/><author><name>D@n  B@rretinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881977848777472467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY4l18s9dTI/AAAAAAAAADA/WsKzobs63ig/S220/ATgAAAC0nxYgCQj48U6CrP28lWWK5uwwnJR-yLNlAbjwIYey1N7GsmImU8icrv3TRWayCoGsMjHgwGJU56LRc_5rjQ8-AJtU9VCVglYYj7ZO29dw4NaAgg-i1scF5Q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SaIO9FF6J7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/tUz0EdBbquM/s72-c/amor_verdadeiro1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993019863616130457.post-6378634292515125282</id><published>2009-02-21T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T18:51:30.326-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Namoradinha'/><title type='text'>Minha linda!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SaDJnc0p75I/AAAAAAAAAGM/E3myJkcShZU/s1600-h/1212718884_a_ideia_do_amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SaDJnc0p75I/AAAAAAAAAGM/E3myJkcShZU/s320/1212718884_a_ideia_do_amor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305462040631570322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto o teu coração bater por mim,&lt;br /&gt;enquanto houver uma respiração de amor,&lt;br /&gt;sempre te estenderei meus braços.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto teus sonhos forem apenas meus&lt;br /&gt;e eu viver em teus pensamentos,&lt;br /&gt;meus braços te estenderei...&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu tiver um sopro de vida&lt;br /&gt;te apertarei contra meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;e não te largarei jamais,&lt;br /&gt;até minha força se esgotar...&lt;br /&gt;Pois sou minha vida para você&lt;br /&gt;e para proteger esse grande amor&lt;br /&gt;que nos une e fortalece.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre quando desapontar uma manhã&lt;br /&gt;que nos trará um dia longo e ensolarado,&lt;br /&gt;saberás que com meus braços poderá contar&lt;br /&gt;pois a felicidade de cada dia&lt;br /&gt;eu encontro junto a ti,&lt;br /&gt;e tu a encontrarás nos meus braços&lt;br /&gt;que estão sempre a te esperar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amote profundamente! :-)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993019863616130457-6378634292515125282?l=danbarretinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6378634292515125282/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993019863616130457&amp;postID=6378634292515125282&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/6378634292515125282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/6378634292515125282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/2009/02/enquanto-o-teu-coracao-bater-por-mim.html' title='Minha linda!'/><author><name>D@n  B@rretinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881977848777472467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY4l18s9dTI/AAAAAAAAADA/WsKzobs63ig/S220/ATgAAAC0nxYgCQj48U6CrP28lWWK5uwwnJR-yLNlAbjwIYey1N7GsmImU8icrv3TRWayCoGsMjHgwGJU56LRc_5rjQ8-AJtU9VCVglYYj7ZO29dw4NaAgg-i1scF5Q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SaDJnc0p75I/AAAAAAAAAGM/E3myJkcShZU/s72-c/1212718884_a_ideia_do_amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993019863616130457.post-1366750914713186588</id><published>2009-02-19T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:21:37.056-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><title type='text'>trechos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SZ4TCI0xWFI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_HVBDNRg4_o/s1600-h/imagem_sonhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SZ4TCI0xWFI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_HVBDNRg4_o/s320/imagem_sonhos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304698338538510418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Te agrada do Senhor,&lt;br /&gt;e Ele satisfará os desejos do seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Espera no Senhor, no tempo do Senhor a resposta pra tua Oração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a figueira não floresça, que a videira não dê frutos,&lt;br /&gt;vem, porém, se alegrar do Senhor..&lt;br /&gt;Exultai no Deus da Salvação..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daqui a algum tempo você vai olhar pra trás,&lt;br /&gt;Deus é fiel, vai te tornar capaz&lt;br /&gt;Pois tudo coopera para o  bem, mesmo a dor também...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praqueles que amam a Deus e o temem,&lt;br /&gt;as suas feridas, hoje, tão expostas,&lt;br /&gt;serão suas cicatrizes, só marcas do passado,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você vai estar mais forte, pra lutar com mais garra,&lt;br /&gt;pra ver seu sonho, enfim concretizado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não desista dos teus sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;Deus tem o melhor pra você&lt;br /&gt;lembra que Ele está perto,&lt;br /&gt;Ele sofre com você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não desista dos teus sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;a dor com um tempo vai passar&lt;br /&gt;entrega toda a tua angústia pro Consolador cuidar...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993019863616130457-1366750914713186588?l=danbarretinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1366750914713186588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993019863616130457&amp;postID=1366750914713186588&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/1366750914713186588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/1366750914713186588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/2009/02/trechos.html' title='trechos...'/><author><name>D@n  B@rretinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881977848777472467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY4l18s9dTI/AAAAAAAAADA/WsKzobs63ig/S220/ATgAAAC0nxYgCQj48U6CrP28lWWK5uwwnJR-yLNlAbjwIYey1N7GsmImU8icrv3TRWayCoGsMjHgwGJU56LRc_5rjQ8-AJtU9VCVglYYj7ZO29dw4NaAgg-i1scF5Q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SZ4TCI0xWFI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_HVBDNRg4_o/s72-c/imagem_sonhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993019863616130457.post-7712458664449075217</id><published>2009-02-18T13:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T13:35:52.966-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mensagens'/><title type='text'>Quando me amei de verdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SZx8m2a9KVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ZhaCt5jCKrI/s1600-h/caminho-de-pincel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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  &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:595.3pt 841.9pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, compreendi que em qualquer circunstância, eu estava no lugar certo, na hora exata, no momento exato. E, então, pude relaxar.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sei que isso tem nome... Auto-estima.&lt;br /&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, pude perceber que a minha angústia, meu sofrimento emocional, não passa de um sinal de que estou indo contra as minhas verdades. Hoje sei que isso é... Autenticidade.&lt;br /&gt;Quando me amei de verdade parei de desejar que a minha vida fosse diferente e comecei a ver que tudo que acontece contribui para o meu crescimento. Hoje chamo isso de... Amadurecimento.&lt;br /&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, comecei a perceber como é ofensivo tentar forçar alguma situação ou alguém apenas para realizar aquilo que desejo, mesmo sabendo que não é o momento ou a pessoa não está preparado, inclusive eu mesmo. Hoje sei que o nome disso é... respeito.&lt;br /&gt;Quando me amei de verdade comecei a me livrar de tudo que não fosse saudável... Pessoas, tarefas, tudo e qualquer coisa que me pusesse para baixo. De início, minha razão chamou essa atitude de egoísmo. Hoje sei que se chama... Amor-próprio.&lt;br /&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, deixei de temer meu tempo livre e desisti de fazer grandes planos, abandonei os projetos megalômanos de futuro. Hoje faço o que acho certo, o que gosto, quando quero e no meu próprio ritmo. Hoje sei que isso é... Simplicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, desisti de querer ter sempre razão e, com isso, errei muito menos vezes. Hoje descobri a... Humildade.&lt;br /&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, desisti de ficar vivendo o passado e de me preocupar com o futuro. Agora, me mantenho sempre no presente, que é onde a vida acontece. Hoje vivo um dia de cada vez. Isso é... Plenitude.&lt;br /&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, percebi que a minha mente pode me atormentar e me decepcionar. Mas quando eu a coloco a serviço do meu coração, ela se torna uma grande e valiosa aliada.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso é... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Saber viver!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/1993019863616130457-7712458664449075217?l=danbarretinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7712458664449075217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993019863616130457&amp;postID=7712458664449075217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/7712458664449075217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/7712458664449075217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/2009/02/quando-me-amei-de-verdade_18.html' title='Quando me amei de verdade'/><author><name>D@n  B@rretinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881977848777472467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY4l18s9dTI/AAAAAAAAADA/WsKzobs63ig/S220/ATgAAAC0nxYgCQj48U6CrP28lWWK5uwwnJR-yLNlAbjwIYey1N7GsmImU8icrv3TRWayCoGsMjHgwGJU56LRc_5rjQ8-AJtU9VCVglYYj7ZO29dw4NaAgg-i1scF5Q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SZx8m2a9KVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ZhaCt5jCKrI/s72-c/caminho-de-pincel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993019863616130457.post-5027750442198904977</id><published>2009-02-18T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T13:33:54.608-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mensagens'/><title type='text'>Somos responsáveis por nossas atitudes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SZx-utisWCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5dYlKeDlkoU/s1600-h/pazmundial01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SZx-utisWCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5dYlKeDlkoU/s320/pazmundial01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304253802099791906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais eu vivo, mais eu reconheço o impacto da atitude em nossas vidas. Para mim, atitude é mais importante que os fatos. É mais importante que o passado, que a educação, que o dinheiro, que as circunstâncias, que os fracassos, que o sucesso e o que as pessoas pensam ou dizem. É mais importante que aparência, talento e habilidade.&lt;br /&gt;O incrível é que podemos escolher o destino do nosso dia de acordo com a atitude que adotamos. Não podemos mudar o passado... Não podemos mudar os fatos que fazem as pessoas agirem. Não podemos mudar o inevitável. Só podemos realizar algo com o que temos nas mãos, e esta é a nossa atitude. Estou convencido de que 10% da nossa vida é o que acontece a nós e 90% é como reagimos a estes acontecimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Somos responsáveis por nossas atitudes.”&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993019863616130457-5027750442198904977?l=danbarretinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/feeds/5027750442198904977/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993019863616130457&amp;postID=5027750442198904977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/5027750442198904977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/5027750442198904977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/2009/02/somos-responsaveis-por-nossas-atitudes.html' title='Somos responsáveis por nossas atitudes'/><author><name>D@n  B@rretinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881977848777472467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY4l18s9dTI/AAAAAAAAADA/WsKzobs63ig/S220/ATgAAAC0nxYgCQj48U6CrP28lWWK5uwwnJR-yLNlAbjwIYey1N7GsmImU8icrv3TRWayCoGsMjHgwGJU56LRc_5rjQ8-AJtU9VCVglYYj7ZO29dw4NaAgg-i1scF5Q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SZx-utisWCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5dYlKeDlkoU/s72-c/pazmundial01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993019863616130457.post-7524031114927189730</id><published>2009-02-17T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T07:28:33.519-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Namoradinha'/><title type='text'>Sadaude...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SZrXVKQLhNI/AAAAAAAAAFs/cicItKHvtVg/s1600-h/coracao-amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SZrXVKQLhNI/AAAAAAAAAFs/cicItKHvtVg/s320/coracao-amor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303788269711623378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora sei que tem sentido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não estar com quem se gosta&lt;br /&gt;Pra onde olha, aonde encosta&lt;br /&gt;Lá está você a me seguir&lt;br /&gt;Seu olhar, o seu cheiro&lt;br /&gt;O teu sorriso, teu jeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja um filminho bobo na tv&lt;br /&gt;Ou um qualquer lugar&lt;br /&gt;Onde esteve junto com você&lt;br /&gt;Não é vicio, não carência&lt;br /&gt;Não só falta, é amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quero bem&lt;br /&gt;Do meu ladinho&lt;br /&gt;Ai como eu quero&lt;br /&gt;Sem pensar&lt;br /&gt;Todo carinho, tudo que falta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso repito! rsrs**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja um filminho bobo na tv&lt;br /&gt;Ou um qualquer lugar&lt;br /&gt;Onde já esteve com você&lt;br /&gt;Não é vicio, não carência&lt;br /&gt;Não só falta, é amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer coisa é melhor do que essa distância...&lt;br /&gt;Amote!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993019863616130457-7524031114927189730?l=danbarretinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7524031114927189730/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993019863616130457&amp;postID=7524031114927189730&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/7524031114927189730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/7524031114927189730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/2009/02/sadaude.html' title='Sadaude...'/><author><name>D@n  B@rretinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881977848777472467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY4l18s9dTI/AAAAAAAAADA/WsKzobs63ig/S220/ATgAAAC0nxYgCQj48U6CrP28lWWK5uwwnJR-yLNlAbjwIYey1N7GsmImU8icrv3TRWayCoGsMjHgwGJU56LRc_5rjQ8-AJtU9VCVglYYj7ZO29dw4NaAgg-i1scF5Q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SZrXVKQLhNI/AAAAAAAAAFs/cicItKHvtVg/s72-c/coracao-amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993019863616130457.post-6409788582665435274</id><published>2009-02-15T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T13:18:33.813-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mensagens'/><title type='text'>TUDO ou NADA?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SZiGnGIjbwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/iflH6ong4YA/s1600-h/ia_1joao5_4-fundo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SZiGnGIjbwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/iflH6ong4YA/s320/ia_1joao5_4-fundo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303136567448268546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;p style="margin: 0pt; word-spacing: 0pt; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Você já se viu diante de situações que parecem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p style="margin: 0pt; word-spacing: 0pt; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;         fazer sua vida ruir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="margin: 0pt; word-spacing: 0pt; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt; Já se deparou com batalhas que parecem perdidas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="margin: 0pt; word-spacing: 0pt; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="margin: 0pt; word-spacing: 0pt; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt; Já         se sentiu desamparado e sozinho como se ninguém estivesse se importando         com o que está passando? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="margin: 0pt; word-spacing: 0pt; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="margin: 0pt; word-spacing: 0pt; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt; Não seria porque você tem deixado Jesus fora         dos seus planos e decisões?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="margin: 0pt; word-spacing: 0pt; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="margin: 0pt; word-spacing: 0pt; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt; Seja qual for a situação, lembre-se         sempre que Ele está ao seu lado, intercedendo por você, e pronto a         estender a mão no momento que você o chamar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="margin: 0pt; word-spacing: 0pt; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p style="margin: 0pt; word-spacing: 0pt; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="margin: 0pt; word-spacing: 0pt; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nosso Deus é maravilhoso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="margin: 0pt; word-spacing: 0pt; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="margin: 0pt; word-spacing: 0pt; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt; Sua   bondade e misericórdia não podem ser calculadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="margin: 0pt; word-spacing: 0pt; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="margin: 0pt; word-spacing: 0pt; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt; Ele nos ama de tal maneira   que, mesmo quando andamos por caminhos que não são de seu agrado, Ele sempre   oferece uma oportunidade, uma circunstância onde podemos ter os olhos abertos   para contemplar a sua mão estendida e o seu convite -"vinde a mim, eu te   amo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="margin: 0pt; word-spacing: 0pt; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p style="margin: 0pt; word-spacing: 0pt; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="margin: 0pt; word-spacing: 0pt; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Certo advogado, ateu, tinha um   lema e fixou-o na parede de seu escritório: "God is nowhere" (Deus   não está em lugar nenhum).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="margin: 0pt; word-spacing: 0pt; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="margin: 0pt; word-spacing: 0pt; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt; Um dia, sua filhinha que estava começando a   aprender a ler, aguardava-o na sala para irem juntos para casa. Ao ver aquelas   palavras na parede, a pequena menina, soletrando, dividiu-as da seguinte   forma: "God-is-now-here" (Deus está agora aqui). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="margin: 0pt; word-spacing: 0pt; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; word-spacing: 0pt; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt; O pai ficou tão   impressionado com o que acabara de ouvir que renunciou sua incredulidade,   voltou-se para o Deus vivo e mudou seu lema que, na parede, passou a ser:   "God is now here" (Deus está agora aqui).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="margin: 0pt; word-spacing: 0pt; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p style="margin: 0pt; word-spacing: 0pt; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="margin: 0pt; word-spacing: 0pt; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Na sua vida diária, qual o lema   que mais se adapta? &lt;/span&gt;         &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="margin: 0pt; word-spacing: 0pt; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="margin: 0pt; word-spacing: 0pt; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt; "Deus está em tudo" &lt;/span&gt;         &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="margin: 0pt; word-spacing: 0pt; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt; ou&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;i&gt;   &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt; "Deus não está em   nada"?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993019863616130457-6409788582665435274?l=danbarretinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6409788582665435274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993019863616130457&amp;postID=6409788582665435274&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/6409788582665435274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/6409788582665435274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/2009/02/tudo-ou-nada.html' title='TUDO ou NADA?'/><author><name>D@n  B@rretinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881977848777472467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY4l18s9dTI/AAAAAAAAADA/WsKzobs63ig/S220/ATgAAAC0nxYgCQj48U6CrP28lWWK5uwwnJR-yLNlAbjwIYey1N7GsmImU8icrv3TRWayCoGsMjHgwGJU56LRc_5rjQ8-AJtU9VCVglYYj7ZO29dw4NaAgg-i1scF5Q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SZiGnGIjbwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/iflH6ong4YA/s72-c/ia_1joao5_4-fundo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993019863616130457.post-1729543897866935054</id><published>2009-02-15T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T12:54:50.324-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Namoradinha'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SZiBCQuT8QI/AAAAAAAAAFc/BdZvG4v6qp8/s1600-h/La_Distancia__by_loganart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SZiBCQuT8QI/AAAAAAAAAFc/BdZvG4v6qp8/s320/La_Distancia__by_loganart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303130437077692674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É... Como a distância nos faz sofrer as vezes. Principalmente quando há uma distância entre duas pessoas que se amam.&lt;br /&gt;Mas distância na verdade não significa lá muita coisa, porque quando duas pessoas se amam de verdade, não há distância que as separe.&lt;br /&gt;Amote!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993019863616130457-1729543897866935054?l=danbarretinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1729543897866935054/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993019863616130457&amp;postID=1729543897866935054&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/1729543897866935054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/1729543897866935054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/2009/02/e.html' title=''/><author><name>D@n  B@rretinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881977848777472467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY4l18s9dTI/AAAAAAAAADA/WsKzobs63ig/S220/ATgAAAC0nxYgCQj48U6CrP28lWWK5uwwnJR-yLNlAbjwIYey1N7GsmImU8icrv3TRWayCoGsMjHgwGJU56LRc_5rjQ8-AJtU9VCVglYYj7ZO29dw4NaAgg-i1scF5Q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SZiBCQuT8QI/AAAAAAAAAFc/BdZvG4v6qp8/s72-c/La_Distancia__by_loganart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993019863616130457.post-8667992595447393867</id><published>2009-02-14T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:17:01.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem sou eu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SZde8VP4yXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/GK2_pLq7eWI/s1600-h/oceanoII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SZde8VP4yXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/GK2_pLq7eWI/s320/oceanoII.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302811476840991090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Quem sou eu?&lt;br /&gt;Pra que o Deus de toda terra&lt;br /&gt;Se preocupe com meu nome&lt;br /&gt;Se preocupe com minha dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sou eu?&lt;br /&gt;Pra que a estrela da manhã&lt;br /&gt;Ilumine o caminho&lt;br /&gt;Deste duro coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não apenas por quem sou&lt;br /&gt;Mas porque tu és fiel&lt;br /&gt;Nem por tudo o que eu faça&lt;br /&gt;Mas por tudo o que tu és&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou como um vento passageiro&lt;br /&gt;Que aparece e vai embora&lt;br /&gt;Como onda no oceano&lt;br /&gt;Assim como o vapor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ainda escutas quando eu chamo&lt;br /&gt;Me sustentas quando eu clamo&lt;br /&gt;Me dizendo quem eu sou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou teu&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou teu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sou eu?&lt;br /&gt;Pra ser visto com amor&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo em meio ao pecado&lt;br /&gt;Tu me fazes levantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sou eu?&lt;br /&gt;Pra que a voz que acalma o mar&lt;br /&gt;E acaba com a tormenta&lt;br /&gt;Que se faz dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quem temerei?&lt;br /&gt;A quem temerei?&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou teu&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou teu&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993019863616130457-8667992595447393867?l=danbarretinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8667992595447393867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993019863616130457&amp;postID=8667992595447393867&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/8667992595447393867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/8667992595447393867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/2009/02/quem-sou-eu.html' title='Quem sou eu?'/><author><name>D@n  B@rretinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881977848777472467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY4l18s9dTI/AAAAAAAAADA/WsKzobs63ig/S220/ATgAAAC0nxYgCQj48U6CrP28lWWK5uwwnJR-yLNlAbjwIYey1N7GsmImU8icrv3TRWayCoGsMjHgwGJU56LRc_5rjQ8-AJtU9VCVglYYj7ZO29dw4NaAgg-i1scF5Q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SZde8VP4yXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/GK2_pLq7eWI/s72-c/oceanoII.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993019863616130457.post-3033189567611048389</id><published>2009-02-13T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T13:01:19.864-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Namoradinha'/><title type='text'>Pensamento do dia! rsrs**</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SZYJUOIDQ5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/dZar4Qobq3Y/s1600-h/amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SZYJUOIDQ5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/dZar4Qobq3Y/s320/amor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302435854269236114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É verdade ....&lt;br /&gt;A distância causa saudade mais nunca o esquecimento. Já a saudade faz crescer o amor e nos dá uma lição de vida, porque aprendemos que por mais que queiramos não podemos fugir do nosso destino nem do nosso amor e aprendemos também que o tempo ele cura tudo, todas as feridas e marcas as vezes até apaga as cicatrizes e nos ensina também que quando tem que ser não adianta fugir, por que sempre chega até você da forma mais inesperada e apaixonante... A vida é maravilhosa e surpriendente... nunca diga nunca... rs*&lt;br /&gt;O impossível não existe para aqueles que acreditam e entregam suas vidas ao Senhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amote!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993019863616130457-3033189567611048389?l=danbarretinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3033189567611048389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993019863616130457&amp;postID=3033189567611048389&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/3033189567611048389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/3033189567611048389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/2009/02/pensamento-do-dia-rsrs.html' title='Pensamento do dia! rsrs**'/><author><name>D@n  B@rretinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881977848777472467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY4l18s9dTI/AAAAAAAAADA/WsKzobs63ig/S220/ATgAAAC0nxYgCQj48U6CrP28lWWK5uwwnJR-yLNlAbjwIYey1N7GsmImU8icrv3TRWayCoGsMjHgwGJU56LRc_5rjQ8-AJtU9VCVglYYj7ZO29dw4NaAgg-i1scF5Q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SZYJUOIDQ5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/dZar4Qobq3Y/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993019863616130457.post-2762603531612723673</id><published>2009-02-12T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T07:46:42.697-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mensagens'/><title type='text'>COMO MANTER UM AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SZREFUtpDSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Easa5krcIKc/s1600-h/UtouchMyHeart1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SZREFUtpDSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Easa5krcIKc/s320/UtouchMyHeart1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301937519572094242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span class="Estilo38"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;ma mãe e  sua filha estavam  caminhando pela   praia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p class="Estilo34"&gt;             Chegando em certo ponto, a menina questionou:&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;           - Como se faz para   manter um amor?&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;           A mãe olhou para a filha e respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;           - Pega num pouco   de areia e fecha a mão com força...&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;A menina assim fez, e reparou que quanto mais forte apertava a areia com a mão, com mais velocidade a areia escapava, dizendo à sua mãe:&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;           - Mamãe, assim a areia cai!&lt;br /&gt;           - Eu sei, agora abra   completamente a sua mão...&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;           A menina assim fez, mas veio um vento forte e   levou consigo a areia que restava em sua mão.&lt;br /&gt;           - Assim também não consigo   mantê-la na minha mão!&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;           A mãe, sempre a sorrir disse-lhe:&lt;br /&gt;- Agora pega outra vez num pouco de areia e mantenha a mão semi-aberta como se fosse uma colher...Bastante fechada para protegê-la, e bastante aberta para lhe dar liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;           A menina experimentou fazer isso e logo percebeu que a areia não   escapava da sua mão, sendo protegida do vento.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;           A mãe então lhe diz:&lt;br /&gt;           - É   assim que se faz durar um amor...&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se você quer muito alguma coisa, deixe-a livre. Se ela voltar será sua para sempre. Se não, é porque nunca foi sua de verdade&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="Estilo34"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Esse finalzinho eu acho que já ouvi de alguém sabe! =D&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993019863616130457-2762603531612723673?l=danbarretinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2762603531612723673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993019863616130457&amp;postID=2762603531612723673&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/2762603531612723673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/2762603531612723673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/2009/02/como-manter-um-amor.html' title='COMO MANTER UM AMOR'/><author><name>D@n  B@rretinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881977848777472467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY4l18s9dTI/AAAAAAAAADA/WsKzobs63ig/S220/ATgAAAC0nxYgCQj48U6CrP28lWWK5uwwnJR-yLNlAbjwIYey1N7GsmImU8icrv3TRWayCoGsMjHgwGJU56LRc_5rjQ8-AJtU9VCVglYYj7ZO29dw4NaAgg-i1scF5Q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SZREFUtpDSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Easa5krcIKc/s72-c/UtouchMyHeart1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993019863616130457.post-2755396113831691076</id><published>2009-02-11T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T19:28:58.340-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mensagens'/><title type='text'>UMA HISTÓRIA SOBRE O VERDADEIRO AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Estilo38"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glimboo.com/" title="Recados para Orkut"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/romanticas/0076.jpg" border="0" alt="Recados e Imagens - Românticas - Orkut" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glimboo.com/"&gt;Recados, Gifs e Imagens no Glimboo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;m professor se encontrou com um grupo de jovens que falava contra o casamento. Argumentavam que o que mantém um casal é o romantismo, e que é preferível acabar com a relação quando este se apaga, em vez de se submeter à triste monotonia do matrimônio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p class="Estilo34"&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;           O mestre disse que respeitava   sua opinião mas lhes contou a seguinte história:&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;"Meus pais viveram 55 anos casados. Numa manhã minha mãe descia as escadas para preparar o café e sofreu um enfarte. Meu pai correu até ela, levantou-a como pôde e quase se arrastando a levou até à caminhonete.&lt;br /&gt;           Dirigiu a toda velocidade até o   hospital, mas quando chegou, infelizmente ela já estava morta.           &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;Durante o velório, meu pai não falou. Ficava o tempo todo olhando para o nada. Quase não chorou. Eu e meus irmãos tentamos, em vão, quebrar a nostalgia recordando momentos engraçados.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;           Na hora do sepultamento, papai, já mais calmo,   passou a mão sobre o caixão e falou com sentida emoção:&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt; — Meus filhos,   foram 55 bons anos...&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;           Ninguém pode falar do amor verdadeiro se não tem   idéia do que é compartilhar a vida com alguém por tanto tempo.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;           Fez uma   pausa, enxugou as lágrimas e continuou:&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;— Ela e eu estivemos juntos em muitas crises. Mudei de emprego, renovamos toda a mobília quando vendemos a casa e mudamos de cidade. Compartilhamos a alegria de ver nossos filhos concluírem a faculdade, choramos um ao lado do outro quando entes queridos partiam. Oramos juntos na sala de espera de alguns hospitais, nos apoiamos na hora da dor, trocamos abraços em cada Natal, e perdoamos nossos erros...&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;           Filhos, agora   ela se foi, e estou contente. E vocês sabem por quê?&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;Porque ela se foi antes de mim e não teve que viver a agonia e a dor de me enterrar, de ficar só depois da minha partida. Sou eu que vou passar por essa situação, e agradeço a Deus por isso.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;           Eu a amo tanto que não gostaria que sofresse   assim...&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;Quando meu pai terminou de falar, meus irmãos e eu estávamos com os rostos cobertos de lágrimas. Nós o abraçamos e ele nos consolava, dizendo: 'Está tudo bem, meus filhos, podemos ir para casa."&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;           E, por fim, o   professor concluiu: &lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="Estilo34"&gt;-Naquele dia entendi o que é o verdadeiro amor. Está muito além do romantismo, e não tem muito a ver com o erotismo, mas se vincula ao trabalho e ao cuidado a que se professam duas pessoas realmente comprometidas.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;Quando o mestre terminou de falar, os jovens universitários não puderam argumentar. Pois esse tipo de amor era algo que não conheciam. O verdadeiro amor se revela nos pequenos gestos, dia-a-dia e por todos os dias. O verdadeiro amor não é egoísta, não é presunçoso, nem alimenta o desejo de posse sobre a pessoa amada.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;           Quem caminha sozinho pode até   chegar mais rápido, mas aquele que vai acompanhado com certeza chegará mais   longe!&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993019863616130457-2755396113831691076?l=danbarretinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2755396113831691076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993019863616130457&amp;postID=2755396113831691076&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/2755396113831691076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/2755396113831691076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/2009/02/uma-historia-sobre-o-verdadeiro-amor.html' title='UMA HISTÓRIA SOBRE O VERDADEIRO AMOR'/><author><name>D@n  B@rretinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881977848777472467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY4l18s9dTI/AAAAAAAAADA/WsKzobs63ig/S220/ATgAAAC0nxYgCQj48U6CrP28lWWK5uwwnJR-yLNlAbjwIYey1N7GsmImU8icrv3TRWayCoGsMjHgwGJU56LRc_5rjQ8-AJtU9VCVglYYj7ZO29dw4NaAgg-i1scF5Q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993019863616130457.post-9192252448665352097</id><published>2009-02-11T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T07:33:13.338-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><title type='text'>Ai Ai... :-(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SZLsJhtE2XI/AAAAAAAAAE8/6OLZWuItrs0/s1600-h/esquilo-nervoso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SZLsJhtE2XI/AAAAAAAAAE8/6OLZWuItrs0/s320/esquilo-nervoso.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301559359778904434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que é pior, ficar de serviço a semana toda ou ficar em casa de férias vendo como as coisas acontecem de verdade aqui dentro... Que pena dessas crianças!&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos lá no quartel a comida sai na hora e sai né...&lt;br /&gt;Esse esquilinho que é feliz... rs*&lt;br /&gt;Maldito NIP com um número a mais... :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais esses dias maus vão passar... Tem que passar né!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993019863616130457-9192252448665352097?l=danbarretinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/feeds/9192252448665352097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993019863616130457&amp;postID=9192252448665352097&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/9192252448665352097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/9192252448665352097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/2009/02/ai-ai.html' title='Ai Ai... :-('/><author><name>D@n  B@rretinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881977848777472467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY4l18s9dTI/AAAAAAAAADA/WsKzobs63ig/S220/ATgAAAC0nxYgCQj48U6CrP28lWWK5uwwnJR-yLNlAbjwIYey1N7GsmImU8icrv3TRWayCoGsMjHgwGJU56LRc_5rjQ8-AJtU9VCVglYYj7ZO29dw4NaAgg-i1scF5Q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SZLsJhtE2XI/AAAAAAAAAE8/6OLZWuItrs0/s72-c/esquilo-nervoso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993019863616130457.post-8683638190843423847</id><published>2009-02-10T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:04:19.504-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mensagens'/><title type='text'>Bem aventurado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SZI7kiw2VgI/AAAAAAAAAE0/aCW-mwpoRus/s1600-h/religiosa-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SZI7kiw2VgI/AAAAAAAAAE0/aCW-mwpoRus/s320/religiosa-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301365210361517570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Vendo Jesus aquela multidão,&lt;br /&gt;Subiu ao monte para lhes ensinar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem-aventurados os pobres de espírito&lt;br /&gt;Porque deles é o reino dos céus&lt;br /&gt;Bem-aventurados os limpos de coração&lt;br /&gt;Porque eles verão a Deus&lt;br /&gt;Bem-aventurados os mansos, humildes,&lt;br /&gt;Porque eles a terra ganharão&lt;br /&gt;Bem-aventurados os homens que choram,&lt;br /&gt;Porque eles consolados serão&lt;br /&gt;Bem-aventurados sois quando por minha causa&lt;br /&gt;Vos injuriarem, vos perseguirem&lt;br /&gt;E mentindo disserem mal contra vós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alegrai - vos e exultai,&lt;br /&gt;porque é grande a vossa recompensa&lt;br /&gt;No reino dos céus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem-aventurados os homens pacíficos,&lt;br /&gt;Porque serão os filhos de Deus&lt;br /&gt;Bem-aventurados os homens&lt;br /&gt;Perseguidos por causa do amor&lt;br /&gt;Porque deles é o reino dos céus&lt;br /&gt;Bem-aventurados os misericordiosos&lt;br /&gt;Pois misericórdia eles alcançarão&lt;br /&gt;Bem-aventurados os que agora sofrem&lt;br /&gt;sede e fome de justiça&lt;br /&gt;Porque eles saciados serão&lt;br /&gt;Bem-aventurados sois quando por minha causa&lt;br /&gt;Vos injuriarem, vos perseguirem&lt;br /&gt;E mentindo disserem mal contra vós&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993019863616130457-8683638190843423847?l=danbarretinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8683638190843423847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993019863616130457&amp;postID=8683638190843423847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/8683638190843423847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/8683638190843423847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/2009/02/bem-aventurado.html' title='Bem aventurado'/><author><name>D@n  B@rretinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881977848777472467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY4l18s9dTI/AAAAAAAAADA/WsKzobs63ig/S220/ATgAAAC0nxYgCQj48U6CrP28lWWK5uwwnJR-yLNlAbjwIYey1N7GsmImU8icrv3TRWayCoGsMjHgwGJU56LRc_5rjQ8-AJtU9VCVglYYj7ZO29dw4NaAgg-i1scF5Q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SZI7kiw2VgI/AAAAAAAAAE0/aCW-mwpoRus/s72-c/religiosa-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993019863616130457.post-8317983978833045550</id><published>2009-02-10T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:04:39.648-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Namoradinha'/><title type='text'>Não vou desistir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SZIws06Fz-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/BCrYyDDdHUk/s1600-h/bra%C3%A7os%2Babertos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SZIws06Fz-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/BCrYyDDdHUk/s320/bra%C3%A7os%2Babertos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301353258043166690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo da dor, as frustrações, a solidão&lt;br /&gt;Angústia de estar, vivendo&lt;br /&gt;sem saber quando vai mudar&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca te vi mas reconheço que estás aqui&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou me levantar, já vejo acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu te tocar&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que posso te alcançar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decidi não vou desistir&lt;br /&gt;Vou lutar contra a multidão&lt;br /&gt;Lançar-me aos teu pés e te tocar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há virtude em ti&lt;br /&gt;Pra sarar o meu mal&lt;br /&gt;Transformado serei se ao menos te tocar&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Essa é pra você minha linda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"bem aventurado os que choram porque serão consolados"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amote!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993019863616130457-8317983978833045550?l=danbarretinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8317983978833045550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993019863616130457&amp;postID=8317983978833045550&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/8317983978833045550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/8317983978833045550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/2009/02/nao-vou-desistir.html' title='Não vou desistir'/><author><name>D@n  B@rretinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881977848777472467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY4l18s9dTI/AAAAAAAAADA/WsKzobs63ig/S220/ATgAAAC0nxYgCQj48U6CrP28lWWK5uwwnJR-yLNlAbjwIYey1N7GsmImU8icrv3TRWayCoGsMjHgwGJU56LRc_5rjQ8-AJtU9VCVglYYj7ZO29dw4NaAgg-i1scF5Q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SZIws06Fz-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/BCrYyDDdHUk/s72-c/bra%C3%A7os%2Babertos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993019863616130457.post-1468133288309616554</id><published>2009-02-09T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:05:00.694-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louvores'/><title type='text'>Muda-me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SZCTvWVOcoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/CPRmL_78gl0/s1600-h/homem_bracos_abertos_ceu_pink.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SZCTvWVOcoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/CPRmL_78gl0/s320/homem_bracos_abertos_ceu_pink.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300899203072815746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há mais como adiar&lt;br /&gt;Hojé é o dia preciso decidir&lt;br /&gt;Resolvi não me esconder&lt;br /&gt;Se já não há tempo a perder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando não há mais lugar seguro pra se estar&lt;br /&gt;O que resta é deixar tudo para trás e lutar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muda-me,&lt;br /&gt;Não posso mais fugir&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho medo de sair marcado,desde que me mudes&lt;br /&gt;Muda-me&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou lutar até que me abenções&lt;br /&gt;Muda meu nome, Muda minha sorte&lt;br /&gt;Muda-me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só quem tiver coragem pra enfrentar a dor de ser marcado...&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser mudado&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993019863616130457-1468133288309616554?l=danbarretinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1468133288309616554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993019863616130457&amp;postID=1468133288309616554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/1468133288309616554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/1468133288309616554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/2009/02/muda-me.html' title='Muda-me'/><author><name>D@n  B@rretinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881977848777472467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY4l18s9dTI/AAAAAAAAADA/WsKzobs63ig/S220/ATgAAAC0nxYgCQj48U6CrP28lWWK5uwwnJR-yLNlAbjwIYey1N7GsmImU8icrv3TRWayCoGsMjHgwGJU56LRc_5rjQ8-AJtU9VCVglYYj7ZO29dw4NaAgg-i1scF5Q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SZCTvWVOcoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/CPRmL_78gl0/s72-c/homem_bracos_abertos_ceu_pink.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993019863616130457.post-8575518748704856659</id><published>2009-02-08T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:57:34.163-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Namoradinha'/><title type='text'>Todas as Tardes</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jxZkPfW0sa4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jxZkPfW0sa4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas as tardes eram sempre as mesmas tardes&lt;br /&gt;Nós próximos e tão distantes&lt;br /&gt;Nem imaginávamos que Deus já tinha tudo preparado antes&lt;br /&gt;A cada encontro nosso aquele sentimento de amizade foi se transformando&lt;br /&gt;Até que um dia eu percebi estava me apaixonando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a tua sensatez me fez perceber&lt;br /&gt;Que não era brincadeira era pra valer&lt;br /&gt;Você é tão importante pra minha vida que jamais será a mesma&lt;br /&gt;Se for para eu viver sem você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu amo estar ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo ouvir a sua voz, seu jeito menina de ser&lt;br /&gt;Amo acreditar que Deus fez você pra mim e eu pra você&lt;br /&gt;Minutos que passamos longe pra mim são eternos&lt;br /&gt;Cada momento contigo é tão único é tão terno&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993019863616130457-8575518748704856659?l=danbarretinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8575518748704856659/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993019863616130457&amp;postID=8575518748704856659&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/8575518748704856659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/8575518748704856659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/2009/02/todas-as-tardes-eram-sempre-as-mesmas.html' title='Todas as Tardes'/><author><name>D@n  B@rretinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881977848777472467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY4l18s9dTI/AAAAAAAAADA/WsKzobs63ig/S220/ATgAAAC0nxYgCQj48U6CrP28lWWK5uwwnJR-yLNlAbjwIYey1N7GsmImU8icrv3TRWayCoGsMjHgwGJU56LRc_5rjQ8-AJtU9VCVglYYj7ZO29dw4NaAgg-i1scF5Q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993019863616130457.post-5936495694497963815</id><published>2009-02-08T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:05:41.516-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louvores'/><title type='text'>Quero ser teu amigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY87mMGHjfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/k8aPm0eQKjg/s1600-h/1783069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY87mMGHjfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/k8aPm0eQKjg/s320/1783069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300520813706317298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Jesus, eu preciso de Ti&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, quero te conhecer mais&lt;br /&gt;Me jogar em teus braços&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o Teu calor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser Teu amigo&lt;br /&gt;Escutar a Tua voz falar comigo&lt;br /&gt;Quero ir onde ninguém foi&lt;br /&gt;Me esconder em Tuas mãos (Jesus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te conhecia só de ouvir falar&lt;br /&gt;Hoje conheço de lado a lado contigo andar&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso ir além&lt;br /&gt;E escutar tua voz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deitar no teu colo e ouvir o que pensas de mim&lt;br /&gt;Sentir a alegria nos Teus braços&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993019863616130457-5936495694497963815?l=danbarretinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/feeds/5936495694497963815/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993019863616130457&amp;postID=5936495694497963815&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/5936495694497963815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/5936495694497963815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/2009/02/jesus-eu-preciso-de-ti-jesus-quero-te.html' title='Quero ser teu amigo'/><author><name>D@n  B@rretinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881977848777472467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY4l18s9dTI/AAAAAAAAADA/WsKzobs63ig/S220/ATgAAAC0nxYgCQj48U6CrP28lWWK5uwwnJR-yLNlAbjwIYey1N7GsmImU8icrv3TRWayCoGsMjHgwGJU56LRc_5rjQ8-AJtU9VCVglYYj7ZO29dw4NaAgg-i1scF5Q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY87mMGHjfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/k8aPm0eQKjg/s72-c/1783069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993019863616130457.post-704358672454675899</id><published>2009-02-08T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:05:54.932-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louvores'/><title type='text'>Meu universo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY88ME9uTOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/sSiZGMSwpRk/s1600-h/jesus-e-o-universo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY88ME9uTOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/sSiZGMSwpRk/s320/jesus-e-o-universo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300521464627088610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sejas meu universo&lt;br /&gt;Não quero dar-te só um pouco do meu tempo&lt;br /&gt;Não quero dar-te um dia apenas da semana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sejas meu universo&lt;br /&gt;Não quero dar-te as palavras como gotas&lt;br /&gt;Quero que saia um dilúvio de bençãos da minha boca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sejas meu universo&lt;br /&gt;Que sejas tudo o que sinto e o que penso&lt;br /&gt;Que de manhã sejas o primeiro pensamento&lt;br /&gt;E a luz em minha janela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sejas meu universo&lt;br /&gt;Que enchas cada um dos meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Que a tua presença e o teu poder sejam alimento&lt;br /&gt;Jesus este é o meu desejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sejas meu universo&lt;br /&gt;Não quero dar-te só uma parte dos meus anos&lt;br /&gt;Te quero dono do meu tempo e dos meu planos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sejas meu universo&lt;br /&gt;Não quero a minha vontade&lt;br /&gt;Quero agradar-te&lt;br /&gt;E cada sonho que há em mim quero entregar-te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sejas meu universo&lt;br /&gt;Que sejas tudo o que sinto e o que penso&lt;br /&gt;Que de manhã sejas o primeiro pensamento&lt;br /&gt;E a luz em minha janela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sejas meu universo&lt;br /&gt;Que enchas cada um dos meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Que a tua presença e o teu poder sejam alimento&lt;br /&gt;Jesus este é o meu desejo&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993019863616130457-704358672454675899?l=danbarretinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/feeds/704358672454675899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993019863616130457&amp;postID=704358672454675899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/704358672454675899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/704358672454675899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/2009/02/meu-universo.html' title='Meu universo'/><author><name>D@n  B@rretinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881977848777472467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY4l18s9dTI/AAAAAAAAADA/WsKzobs63ig/S220/ATgAAAC0nxYgCQj48U6CrP28lWWK5uwwnJR-yLNlAbjwIYey1N7GsmImU8icrv3TRWayCoGsMjHgwGJU56LRc_5rjQ8-AJtU9VCVglYYj7ZO29dw4NaAgg-i1scF5Q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY88ME9uTOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/sSiZGMSwpRk/s72-c/jesus-e-o-universo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993019863616130457.post-8613587757312435212</id><published>2009-02-07T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:06:20.001-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Namoradinha'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY9BTZQit1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4X1cH41hYng/s1600-h/MaosDadas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY9BTZQit1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4X1cH41hYng/s320/MaosDadas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300527087891953490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;É namorada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tenho depositado todas as minhas forças em você pois acredito que nós podemos ser felizes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lógico que a insegurança aflinge meu coração, até porque a distância faz isso mesmo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mais confio em você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Espero que você tenha permitido de verdade que Deus entresse em sua vida, pois só ele para fazer a gente mudar, sempre para melhor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;E peço muito a Deus que olhe por nós&lt;br /&gt;Pra que possamos ser felizes juntos...&lt;br /&gt;Porque vc sabe que o amor que eu sinto por você&lt;br /&gt;É um amor de Ágata&lt;br /&gt;O amor, sem mais uma razão&lt;br /&gt;A não ser o simples fato de você existir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acredito em você...&lt;br /&gt;peço que vc também acredite em mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amote!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993019863616130457-8613587757312435212?l=danbarretinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8613587757312435212/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993019863616130457&amp;postID=8613587757312435212&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/8613587757312435212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/8613587757312435212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/2009/02/e-namorada-tenho-depositado-todas-as.html' title=''/><author><name>D@n  B@rretinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881977848777472467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY4l18s9dTI/AAAAAAAAADA/WsKzobs63ig/S220/ATgAAAC0nxYgCQj48U6CrP28lWWK5uwwnJR-yLNlAbjwIYey1N7GsmImU8icrv3TRWayCoGsMjHgwGJU56LRc_5rjQ8-AJtU9VCVglYYj7ZO29dw4NaAgg-i1scF5Q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY9BTZQit1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4X1cH41hYng/s72-c/MaosDadas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993019863616130457.post-1284046999046375864</id><published>2009-02-07T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:25:58.960-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><title type='text'>Tenho andado triste!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY8_gpf1BjI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4i-jyd-J9-w/s1600-h/triste-vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY8_gpf1BjI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4i-jyd-J9-w/s320/triste-vida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300525116566079026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ultimamente tenho andado muito triste.&lt;br /&gt;Está acontecendo uma série de fatos que tem me deixado pensativo e cabisbaixo.&lt;br /&gt;Fatos esses que se juntam e fazem com que minha tristeza não tenha causa especifíca.&lt;br /&gt;Quem me conhece vê que tem algo de errado comigo, pois meu desanino está estampado em meu rosto.&lt;br /&gt;Mais no fundo eu sei que o tempo é o melhor remédio para essa sensação, no tempo de Deus concerteza irei viver uma virada em minha vida. Pois sei que ele nunca falhará.&lt;br /&gt;Só peço a ele sabedoria para lidar com esses dias maus...&lt;br /&gt;E agradeço por todas as coisas boas que ele tem me dado e por toda prova também.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que faz parte do meu crescimento espiritual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993019863616130457-1284046999046375864?l=danbarretinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1284046999046375864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993019863616130457&amp;postID=1284046999046375864&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/1284046999046375864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/1284046999046375864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/2009/02/esta-brabo-viu.html' title='Tenho andado triste!'/><author><name>D@n  B@rretinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881977848777472467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY4l18s9dTI/AAAAAAAAADA/WsKzobs63ig/S220/ATgAAAC0nxYgCQj48U6CrP28lWWK5uwwnJR-yLNlAbjwIYey1N7GsmImU8icrv3TRWayCoGsMjHgwGJU56LRc_5rjQ8-AJtU9VCVglYYj7ZO29dw4NaAgg-i1scF5Q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY8_gpf1BjI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4i-jyd-J9-w/s72-c/triste-vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993019863616130457.post-7835993047614592749</id><published>2009-02-07T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T12:18:59.001-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><title type='text'>I believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY891BpHDvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/3Fq8Cshczwo/s1600-h/i+believe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY891BpHDvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/3Fq8Cshczwo/s320/i+believe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300523267621588722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;in us together&lt;br /&gt;i believe&lt;br /&gt;in love forever&lt;br /&gt;i believe&lt;br /&gt;in things that eyes can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo asi a mi me gusta estar cerca de ti&lt;br /&gt;por siempre juntos creo asi, A Dios vamos seguir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um olhar&lt;br /&gt;bastou apenas o primeiro olhar&lt;br /&gt;o olhar&lt;br /&gt;então paguei pra ver embarcar&lt;br /&gt;nessa ventura américa&lt;br /&gt;será que alguém vai crer se eu contar?&lt;br /&gt;passagem só de ida&lt;br /&gt;friozinho na barriga&lt;br /&gt;prepare-se para decolar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gira o mundo revira, volta&lt;br /&gt;Deus escreve certo por linhas certas&lt;br /&gt;torto é quem não sabe interpretar&lt;br /&gt;mas quem crer vai chegar&lt;br /&gt;hoje novamente, ao te olhar&lt;br /&gt;eu acredito mais que sempre&lt;br /&gt;em milagres, pois é um milagre nós aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as muitas águas nao podem apagar o nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;tantas vidas&lt;br /&gt;tantas rotas&lt;br /&gt;na bagagem feridas&lt;br /&gt;se houve marcas, revoltas e breves despedidas&lt;br /&gt;sempre houve perdão combustivel&lt;br /&gt;pra gente poder prosseguir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as muitas águas nao podem apagar o nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;nem a brasa do ciúme nem tãoo pouco a morte&lt;br /&gt;o atlântico inteiro sobrevoamos com sorte&lt;br /&gt;pois o piloto do destino foi, é, sempre será o primeiro a acreditar em nós&lt;br /&gt;sempre a premeditar melhor&lt;br /&gt;segundo a sua fidelidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe in us together&lt;br /&gt;in love forever&lt;br /&gt;i believe&lt;br /&gt;in things that eyes can..see&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993019863616130457-7835993047614592749?l=danbarretinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7835993047614592749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993019863616130457&amp;postID=7835993047614592749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/7835993047614592749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/7835993047614592749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-believe.html' title='I believe'/><author><name>D@n  B@rretinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881977848777472467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY4l18s9dTI/AAAAAAAAADA/WsKzobs63ig/S220/ATgAAAC0nxYgCQj48U6CrP28lWWK5uwwnJR-yLNlAbjwIYey1N7GsmImU8icrv3TRWayCoGsMjHgwGJU56LRc_5rjQ8-AJtU9VCVglYYj7ZO29dw4NaAgg-i1scF5Q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY891BpHDvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/3Fq8Cshczwo/s72-c/i+believe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993019863616130457.post-5468730164844979405</id><published>2009-02-07T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:06:36.196-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louvores'/><title type='text'>Lembra Senhor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY89Fb2c78I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ORJh2Atolns/s1600-h/clamor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY89Fb2c78I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ORJh2Atolns/s320/clamor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300522450023149506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Quando não&lt;br /&gt;Posso te ouvir&lt;br /&gt;E o meu clamor&lt;br /&gt;Já não muda o teu silêncio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São nuvens que&lt;br /&gt;Escondem o sol&lt;br /&gt;E tornam o dia&lt;br /&gt;Tão escuro quanto a noite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então lembro que não podes me esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Se o meu nome está gravado em tuas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que ainda eu não consiga ver&lt;br /&gt;Sei que se levantarás em meu favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembra Senhor&lt;br /&gt;Juraste o teu amor&lt;br /&gt;E nada pode mudar&lt;br /&gt;O que sentes por mim&lt;br /&gt;Nem os meus pecados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembra Senhor&lt;br /&gt;E faz mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Os teus sinais&lt;br /&gt;E saberão&lt;br /&gt;Que ainda és o mesmo Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que revelou a sua glória a Israel&lt;br /&gt;E que por amor abriu o mar, parou o sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que farás&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo em meu favor&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993019863616130457-5468730164844979405?l=danbarretinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/feeds/5468730164844979405/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1993019863616130457&amp;postID=5468730164844979405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/5468730164844979405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1993019863616130457/posts/default/5468730164844979405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danbarretinho.blogspot.com/2009/02/lembra-senhor.html' title='Lembra Senhor!'/><author><name>D@n  B@rretinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881977848777472467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY4l18s9dTI/AAAAAAAAADA/WsKzobs63ig/S220/ATgAAAC0nxYgCQj48U6CrP28lWWK5uwwnJR-yLNlAbjwIYey1N7GsmImU8icrv3TRWayCoGsMjHgwGJU56LRc_5rjQ8-AJtU9VCVglYYj7ZO29dw4NaAgg-i1scF5Q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqrfhiWi1Uo/SY89Fb2c78I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ORJh2Atolns/s72-c/clamor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
