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&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px; text-align: right;"&gt;Wouldn't it be nice if we were older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Then we wouldn't have to wait so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And wouldn't it be nice to live together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;In the kind of world where we belong&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You know it's gonna make it that much better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;When we can say goodnight and stay together&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Wouldn't it be nice if we could wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;In the morning when the day is new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And after having spent the day together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Hold each other close the whole night through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Happy times together we've been spending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I wish that every kiss was never ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Wouldn't it be nice&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Maybe if you think and hope and pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It might come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Baby then there wouldn't be a single thing we couldn't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;We could be married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And then we'd be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Wouldn't it be nice&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You know it seems the more we talk about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It only makes it worse to live without it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;But let's talk about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Wouldn't it be nice&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(154, 36, 201, 0.0976563); color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5231314445275598895-2987234933526271445?l=alwaysmakemesmile4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Jingle bell, jingle bell&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Jingle bell rock&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Jingle bell swing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;And jingle bells ring&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Snowin' and blowin'&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Up bushels of fun&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Now the jingle hop has begun...&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(154, 36, 201, 0.0976563); color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.s:&lt;/b&gt; Esperando o espírito natalino me tocar ano que vem. =x&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3h2W2fW4rrY/Tvc4klVXb-I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Vfrut2tQ0i0/s1600/Christmas_snoopy_clip_art_picture_drawing_xmas_lights_decoration.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3h2W2fW4rrY/Tvc4klVXb-I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Vfrut2tQ0i0/s200/Christmas_snoopy_clip_art_picture_drawing_xmas_lights_decoration.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2012. Thinking. 2012.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Thinking.&amp;nbsp;2012.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Thinking. 2012.&lt;br /&gt;
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Eu tive um ano tão bom. Tanta coisa boa que eu pude viver. Tenho tanto a agradecer a todos aqueles que fizeram e fazem parte da minha vida, que comigo compartilharam tantos momentos importantes.&lt;br /&gt;
=)&lt;br /&gt;
Eu espero que esse novo ano seja repleto de paz, conquistas e com o mínimo de decepções e frustrações.&lt;br /&gt;
Que as pessoas não sejam tão egoístas, que possam ser melhores e menos más.&lt;br /&gt;
Que as coisas mudem pra melhor, o máximo de coisas possa ser resolvido e cada momento seja bem aproveitado.&lt;br /&gt;
Eu desejo do fundo do meu coração que os sonhos possam ser realizados e as coisas possam dar certo. Afinal, o que me custa desejar?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;"Que eu não perca a capacidade de amar, de ver, de sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Que eu continue alerta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Que, se necessário, eu possa ter novamente o impulso do vôo no momento exato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Que eu não me perca, que eu não me fira, que não me firam, que eu não fira ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Livra-me dos poços e dos becos de mim, Senhor." &lt;b&gt;Autor Desconhecido&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5231314445275598895-1623351814586624512?l=alwaysmakemesmile4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--EYzDm_NX80/TvKp7IZ7XrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-oT8PfDsHU/s1600/Snoopy+with+Charlie+Brown.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--EYzDm_NX80/TvKp7IZ7XrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-oT8PfDsHU/s400/Snoopy+with+Charlie+Brown.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Então Charlie Brown, o que é amor pra você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;-Em 1987 meu pai tinha um carro azul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;-Mas o que isso tem a ver com amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;-Bom, acontece que todos os dias ele dava carona pra uma moça. Ele saía do carro, abria a porta pra ela, quando ela entrava ele fechava a porta, dava a volta pelo carro e quando ele ia abrir a porta pra entrar, ela apertava a tranca. Ela ficava fazendo caretas e os dois morriam de rir… acho que isso é amor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cyiXEMFgTBQ/Tshrf3ew6zI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2iNwleZK3Do/s1600/1654867-371281-silhouette-of-bridge-and-pair-of-lovers-on-city-background.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="284" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cyiXEMFgTBQ/Tshrf3ew6zI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2iNwleZK3Do/s320/1654867-371281-silhouette-of-bridge-and-pair-of-lovers-on-city-background.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 15.75pt; margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 7.5pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fizeram a gente acreditar que amor mesmo, amor pra valer, só acontece uma vez, geralmente antes dos 30 anos. Não contaram pra nós que amor não é acionado, nem chega com hora marcada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 15.75pt; margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 7.5pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fizeram a gente acreditar que cada um de nós é a metade de uma laranja, e que a vida só ganha sentido quando encontramos a outra metade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 15.75pt; margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 7.5pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não contaram que já nascemos inteiros, que ninguém em nossa vida merece carregar nas costas responsabilidade de completar o que nos falta: a gente cresce através da gente mesmo. Se estivermos em boa companhia, é só mais agradável.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 15.75pt; margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 7.5pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fizeram a gente acreditar numa fórmula chamada "dois em um": duas pessoas pensando igual, agindo igual, que era isso que funcionava.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 15.75pt; margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 7.5pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não nos contaram que isso tem nome: anulação. Que só sendo indivíduos com personalidade própria é que poderemos ter uma relação saudável.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 15.75pt; margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 7.5pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fizeram a gente acreditar que casamento é obrigatório e que desejos fora de hora devem ser reprimidos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 15.75pt; margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 7.5pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fizeram a gente acreditar que os bonitos e magros são mais amados, que os que transam pouco são caretas, que os que transam muito não são confiáveis, e que sempre haverá um chinelo velho para um pé torto. Só não disseram que existe muito mais cabeça torta do que pé torto.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 15.75pt; margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 7.5pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fizeram a gente acreditar que só há uma fórmula de ser feliz, a mesma para todos, e os que escapam dela estão condenados à marginalidade. Não nos contaram que estas fórmulas dão errado, frustram as pessoas, são alienantes, e que podemos tentar outras alternativas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 15.75pt; margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 7.5pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ah, também não contaram que ninguém vai contar isso tudo pra gente. Cada um vai ter que descobrir sozinho. E aí, quando você estiver muito apaixonado por você mesmo, vai poder ser muito feliz e se apaixonar por alguém.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; "&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;After some time you learn the difference, the subtle difference between giving a hand and fettering a soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: center;"&gt;And you learn that to love doesn't mean to support yourself, and that company doesn't always mean security.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: center;"&gt;And you learn that kisses are not contracts and that gifts are not promises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: center;"&gt;And you start to accept your loss with your head up and eyes straight ahead, with the grace of a grown-up, not the sadness of a child.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;You learn to build the roads of today, because tomorrow's land is too unknown to make plans and the future usually falls from nowhere. After a while you learn that the sun burns if you expose yourself to it for very long. And you learn that it doesn’t matter how much you care, some people just don’t. And you accept that it doesn’t matter how good someone can be, they will hurt you once in a while and you have to forgive them for that. And you learn that talking can be a relief to emotional pain.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;You learn that it takes years to build trust and just seconds to destroy it, and you can do things in a second that you will regret for the rest of your life… You learn that friendship continuous to grow even with the distance and that what matters is not what you have in life, but who you are in life. And you learn that you don’t have to change friends if you understand that friends change, and you realize that you and your friend can do nothing or everything and still have good times together.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;And you learn that the people you care the most are taken away from you too fast, that is why we should always say caring things to those we love, because it might be the last time we see them… And you learn that you shouldn’t compare yourself to others, but to the best you can become. You learn that it takes a long time for you to become the person you want to be, and that life is too short. And you learn that it doesn't matter where you've already gotten to, but where you are going, and if you don't know where you're going, anywhere will do. You learn that either you control your acts or they will control you, and that being flexible doesn't mean you are being weak, or that you don't have a personality, for no matter how delicate and fragile a situation is, there are always two sides of it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;And you learn that heroes are those that did only what was necessary... You learn that patience requires a lot of practice. You find out that sometimes the person that you expect to kick you when you fall, is one of the few that will help you up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;You learn that maturity is about what kind of experiences you’ve had and what you’ve learned from them, not how many birthdays you have already celebrated. You learn that there's more of your parents in you than you suppose. You learn that you should never tell a child that dreams are foolishness, few things are so humiliating that it would be a tragedy if he believed that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; You learn that when you are angry you have the right to be angry, but that does not give you the right to be cruel. You learn that just because someone doesn't love you the way you want to be loved, it doesn't mean that the person doesn't know how to love, and s/he loves you as much as s/he can, because there are people who love you, but simply don't know how to show it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;You learn that being forgiven is never enough, sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself. You learn that with the same harshness that you judge, you someday, will be condemned. You learn that no matter how many pieces your heart was broken into, the world doesn't stop so you can fix it. You learn that you cannot go back in time, so you have to take care of your garden and not wait for someone to bring you flowers.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;And you learn you can really bear it, that you're really strong and that you can go farther than you think, and that life has a value and you have a value before life! And you learn that our doubts are disloyal and that makes us lose what we could achieve, if it weren’t for the fear of trying."&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="sub_titulo_secao" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 9px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 9px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="txt_10" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 12px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 3px; text-indent: 20px;"&gt;&lt;img align="left" border="0" src="http://www.possibilidades.com.br/parabolas/img/anel.gif" /&gt;- Venho aqui, professor, porque me sinto tão pouca coisa, que não tenho forças para fazer nada. Dizem-me que não sirvo para nada, que não faço nada bem, que sou lerdo e muito idiota. Como posso melhorar? O que posso fazer para que me valorizem mais?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="txt_10" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 12px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 3px; text-indent: 20px;"&gt;O professor, sem olhá-lo, disse:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="txt_10" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 12px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 3px; text-indent: 20px;"&gt;- Sinto muito meu jovem, mas não posso te ajudar, devo primeiro resolver o meu próprio problema. Talvez depois.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="txt_10" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 12px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 3px; text-indent: 20px;"&gt;E fazendo uma pausa, falou:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="txt_10" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 12px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 3px; text-indent: 20px;"&gt;- Se você me ajudasse, eu poderia resolver este problema com mais rapidez e depois talvez possa te ajudar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="txt_10" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 12px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 3px; text-indent: 20px;"&gt;- C...claro, professor, gaguejou o jovem, que se sentiu outra vez desvalorizado e hesitou em ajudar seu professor. O professor tirou um anel que usava no dedo pequeno e deu ao garoto e disse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="txt_10" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 12px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 3px; text-indent: 20px;"&gt;- Monte no cavalo e vá até o mercado. Devo vender esse anel porque&lt;br /&gt;
tenho que pagar uma dívida. É preciso que obtenhas pelo anel o máximo possível, mas não aceite menos que uma moeda de ouro. Vá e volte com a moeda o mais rápido possível.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="txt_10" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 12px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 3px; text-indent: 20px;"&gt;O jovem pegou o anel e partiu. Mal chegou ao mercado, começou a oferecer o anel aos mercadores. Eles olhavam com algum interesse, até quando o jovem dizia o quanto pretendia pelo anel. Quando o jovem mencionava uma moeda de ouro, alguns riam, outros saíam sem ao menos olhar para ele, mas só um velhinho foi amável a ponto de explicar que uma moeda de ouro era muito valiosa para comprar um anel. Tentando ajudar o jovem, chegaram a oferecer uma moeda de prata e uma xícara de cobre, mas o jovem seguia as instruções de não aceitar menos que uma moeda de ouro e recusava as ofertas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="txt_10" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 12px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 3px; text-indent: 20px;"&gt;Depois de oferecer a jóia a todos que passaram pelo mercado, abatido pelo fracasso montou no cavalo e voltou. O jovem desejou ter uma moeda de ouro para que ele mesmo pudesse comprar o anel, assim livrando a preocupação e seu professor e assim podendo receber ajuda e conselhos. Entrou na casa e disse:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="txt_10" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 12px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 3px; text-indent: 20px;"&gt;- Professor, sinto muito, mas é impossível conseguir o que me pediu. Talvez pudesse conseguir 2 ou 3 moedas de prata, mas não acho que se possa enganar ninguém sobre o valor do anel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="txt_10" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 12px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 3px; text-indent: 20px;"&gt;- Importante o que disse, meu jovem, contestou sorridente o mestre. - Devemos saber primeiro o valor do anel. Volte a montar no cavalo e vá até o joalheiro. Quem melhor para saber o valor exato do anel? Diga que quer vendê-lo e pergunte quanto ele te dá por ele. Mas não importa o quanto ele te ofereça, não o venda. Volte aqui com meu anel.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="txt_10" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 12px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 3px; text-indent: 20px;"&gt;O jovem foi até o joalheiro e lhe deu o anel para examinar. O joalheiro examinou-o com uma lupa, pesou-o e disse:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="txt_10" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 12px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 3px; text-indent: 20px;"&gt;- Diga ao seu professor, se ele quiser vender agora, não posso dar mais que 58 moedas de ouro pelo anel.&lt;img align="right" border="0" src="http://www.possibilidades.com.br/parabolas/img/beans_anel.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="txt_10" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 12px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 3px; text-indent: 20px;"&gt;O jovem, surpreso, exclamou:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="txt_10" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 12px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 3px; text-indent: 20px;"&gt;- 58 MOEDAS DE OURO!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="txt_10" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 12px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 3px; text-indent: 20px;"&gt;- Sim, replicou o joalheiro, eu sei que com tempo poderia oferecer cerca de 70 moedas , mas se a venda é urgente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="txt_10" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 12px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 3px; text-indent: 20px;"&gt;O jovem correu emocionado para a casa do professor para contar o que ocorreu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="txt_10" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 12px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 3px; text-indent: 20px;"&gt;- Sente-se, disse o professor, e depois de ouvir tudo que o jovem lhe contou, disse: &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="txt_10" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 12px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 3px; text-indent: 20px;"&gt;- Você é como esse anel, uma jóia valiosa e única. E que só pode ser avaliada por um expert. Pensava que qualquer um podia descobrir o seu verdadeiro valor???&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="txt_10" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 12px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 3px; text-indent: 20px;"&gt;E dizendo isso voltou a colocar o anel no dedo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="txt_10" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 12px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 3px; text-indent: 20px;"&gt;- Todos somos como esta jóia. Valiosos e únicos e andamos pelos mercados da vida pretendendo que pessoas inexperientes nos valorizem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5231314445275598895-5797174597129318878?l=alwaysmakemesmile4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"todos os beijos e carinhos dos últimos instantes anunciavam uma partida, como se aqueles minutos pudessem arrancar um pouco mais: afobados, urgentes, intensos. Como se mais um beijo, mais um abraço ou olhar mais uma vez para trás diminuísse um pouco da distância que viria logo depois, e que a mais bela de todas as línguas soube chamar de &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;saudade&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.˜&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;V.M.B&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5231314445275598895-6129502559214852723?l=alwaysmakemesmile4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="GBDTI5ADPMC ugc"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5veogcu8E/TR9WLkYuAsI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qhsfB2a-5Ck/s1600/HNY.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5veogcu8E/TR9WLkYuAsI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qhsfB2a-5Ck/s320/HNY.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Todo mundo sempre costuma repetir:&lt;br /&gt;
"Ano-novo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; nova".&lt;br /&gt;
Mas até que ponto sabemos realmente medir o peso desta afirmação e a colocamos em prática?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Se no ano que passou,&lt;br /&gt;
você não conseguiu atingir suas metas,&lt;br /&gt;
concretizar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;, acumulou mágoas&lt;br /&gt;
e não superou desafios inesperados,&lt;br /&gt;
agora é a hora de abrir as janelas da mente e do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; para o futuro.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
É  importante captar mensagens externas e não esquecer de olhar para  dentro de si porque o caminho para uma vida nova passa,  impreterivelmente, por nosso universo interior.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A mutação de seu momento atual, enfim, depende exclusivamente de você. Depende do seu &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;trabalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; mental, em acreditar e realizar. Nada, nem ninguém poderá fazer isso por você.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A ajuda pode, sim, vir de fora, mas o impulso deve partir de você. Independentemente de sua situação atual.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Em primeiro lugar, questione com honestidade:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Eu realmente quero mudar minha vida?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Se a sua resposta for afirmativa, então é hora de mexer-se porque o ano-novo está aí.&lt;br /&gt;
Para que isto dê realmente certo, é necessário, antes de tudo, se permitir mudar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O  próximo passo é derrubar aquelas barreiras internas tão prejudiciais,  como o preconceito consigo próprio, o medo, a inveja e o rancor.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E, não esqueça, o mundo ao seu redor apenas reflete o que você é.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;H&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;appy New Year!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5231314445275598895-1245753325059078742?l=alwaysmakemesmile4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Minha terceira história é sobre morte.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h3&gt;Morte&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quanto eu tinha 17 anos, li uma frase que era mais ou menos assim:  “Se você viver cada dia como se fosse seu último, algum dia você  certamente estará certo.” Deixou uma impressão em mim, e desde então,  nos últimos 33 anos, eu olhava no espelho toda manhã e me perguntava:  “se hoje fosse o último dia da minha vida, eu gostaria de fazer o que  estou para fazer hoje?” E sempre que a resposta era “Não” por muitos  dias seguidos, eu sabia que tinha que mudar alguma coisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lembrar que eu estarei morto logo é a ferramenta mais importante que  já encontrei para me ajudar a tomar grandes decisões na vida. Porque  quase tudo – todas as expectativas externas, todo o orgulho, todo medo  de embaraçamento ou fracasso – essas coisas simplesmente padecem em face  da morte, deixando apenas o que é verdadeiramente importante. Lembrar  que você vai morrer é a melhor maneira que eu conheço de evitar as  armadilhas de pensar que você tem algo a perder. Você já está nú. Não há  razão para não seguir seu coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mais ou menos um anos atrás, eu fui diagnosticado com câncer. Eu  tinha um scan à 7:30 da manhã, e ele claramente mostrou um tumor no meu  pâncreas. Eu nem mesmo sabia para que servia um pâncreas. Os médicos me  disseram que era quase certo ser um tipo de câncer que é incurável, e  que eu deveria esperar viver não mais do que três a seis meses. Meu  médico me aconselhou a ir para casa e deixar as coisas em ordem, que é  um código de médico para “prepare-se para morrer”. Significa tentar  dizer a seus filhos tudo que pensou que teria os próximos 10 anos para  explicar, em apenas alguns meses. Significa ter certeza que tudo está  abotoado para tornar as coisas o mais fácil possível para sua família.  Significa dizer seus adeus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu vivi com esse diagnóstico o dia todo. No fim do dia eu fiz uma  biópsia, onde eles enfiam um endoscópio pela garganta, através do meu  estômago até meu intestino, colocam uma agulha no meu pâncreas e tiram  algumas células do meu tumor. Eu estava sedado, mas minha esposa, que  estava lá, me disse que quando eles viram as células sob um microscópio  os médicos começaram a chorar porque acabou sendo uma forma muito rara  de câncer pancreático que é curável com cirurgia. Eu fiz a cirurgia e  estou bem agora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Isso foi o mais próximo que cheguei de encarar a morte, e espero que  tenha sido o mais próximo por mais algumas décadas. Tendo vivido por  isso, eu posso dizer isso a vocês agora com um pouco mais de certeza do  que quando a morte era útil mas puramente um conceito intelectual:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ninguém quer morrer. Mesmo as pessoas que querem ir para o céu não  querem morrer para chegar lá. E mesmo assim a morte é um destino que  todos compartilhamos. Ninguém nunca escapou dele. E é assim mesmo que  tem que ser, porque a Morte é provavelmente a melhor invenção da Vida. É  o agente de mudança da Vida. Ela limpa o velho para abrir caminho para o  novo. Agora mesmo o novo são vocês, mas algum dia, não muito longe de  agora, vocês gradualmente se tornarão o antigo e serão limpados fora.  Desculpe ser tão dramático, mas é bem verdade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5veogcu8E/TRyk60U4XQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4wMRgLySHVI/s1600/Steve+Jobs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5veogcu8E/TRyk60U4XQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4wMRgLySHVI/s200/Steve+Jobs.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seu tempo é limitado, então não o desperdicem vivendo a vida dos  outros. Não sejam amarrados por dogma – que é viver com os resultados  dos pensamentos de outras pessoas. Não deixe o barulho da opinião dos  outros afogar sua própria voz interior. E mais importante, tenha a  coragem de seguir seu coração e intuição. De alguma forma eles já sabem o  que você verdadeiramente quer se tornar. Todo o resto é secundário.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando eu era jovem, havia uma publicação incrível chamada O Catálogo  do Mundo Inteiro, que foi uma das bíblias da minha geração. Foi criado  por um colega chamado Stewart Brand, não muito longe daqui, em Menlo  Park, e ele trouxe isso à vida com seu toque poético. Isso foi no fim  dos anos 60, antes dos computadores pessoais e ferramentas de  editoração, então foi tudo feito com máquina de escrever, tesoura e  câmeras polaroid. Era algo com o Google em formato de papel, 35 anos  antes do Google nascer: era idealista, e transbordando de ferramentas  legais e grandes noções.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Stewart e sua equipe lançaram várias edições do Catálogo do Mundo  Inteiro, e então, quando chegou ao fim do seu curso, eles lançaram uma  edição final. Era no meio dos anos 70, e eu tinha a idade de vocês. Na  capa de trás da edição final havia uma fotografia de uma rua de campo de  manhã cedo, do tipo onde vocês se encontraria pedindo carona se forem  aventureiros. Embaixo estavam as palavras: “Mantenham-se com Fome.  Mantenham-se Tolos.” Foi a mensagem de despedida deles quando estavam se  desligando. Mantenham-se com Fome. Mantenham-se Tolos. E eu sempre  desejei isso para mim mesmo. E agora, como vocês estão se graduando para  começar o novo, eu desejo isso para vocês.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mantenham-se com Fome. Mantenham-se Tolos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Muito obrigado a todos vocês.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Discurso em Stanford, 2005 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Vídeo no&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D1R-jKKp3NA%20"&gt;youtube!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Que eu não perca o OTIMISMO, mesmo sabendo que o futuro que nos espera não é assim tão alegre... &lt;br /&gt;
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Que  eu não perca a vontade de TER GRANDES AMIGOS, mesmo sabendo que, com as  voltas do mundo, eles acabam indo embora de nossas vidas... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Que  eu não perca a vontade de AJUDAR AS PESSOAS, mesmo sabendo que muitas  delas são incapazes de ver, reconhecer e retribuir esta ajuda... &lt;br /&gt;
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Que eu não perca o EQUILÍBRIO, mesmo sabendo que inúmeras forças querem que eu caia... &lt;br /&gt;
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Que eu não perca a VONTADE DE AMAR, mesmo sabendo que a pessoa que eu mais amo, pode não sentir o mesmo sentimento por mim... &lt;br /&gt;
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Que eu não perca a LUZ e o BRILHO NO OLHAR, mesmo sabendo que muitas coisas que verei no mundo, escurecerão meus olhos... &lt;br /&gt;
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Que eu não perca a RAZÃO, mesmo sabendo que as tentações da vida são inúmeras e deliciosas. &lt;br /&gt;
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Que eu não perca o SENTIMENTO DE JUSTIÇA, mesmo sabendo que o prejudicado possa ser eu... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Que  eu não perca a BELEZA E A ALEGRIA DE VER, mesmo sabendo que muitas  lágrimas brotarão dos meus olhos e escorrerão por minha alma... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Que eu não perca a vontade de SER GRANDE, mesmo sabendo que o mundo é pequeno... &lt;br /&gt;
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E acima de tudo...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Que  eu jamais me esqueça que um pequeno grão de alegria e esperança dentro  de cada um é capaz de mudar e transformar qualquer coisa, pois... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A VIDA É CONSTRUÍDA NOS SONHOS E CONCRETIZADA NO AMOR! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Amorosamente, &lt;br /&gt;
Francisco Cândido Xavier&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5231314445275598895-8038104306325171997?l=alwaysmakemesmile4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It could be wrong, could be wrong,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But it should've been right,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It could be wrong, could be wrong. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5231314445275598895-1281166323174042724?l=alwaysmakemesmile4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caio Fernando Abreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5231314445275598895-781273685464975999?l=alwaysmakemesmile4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5veogcu8E/TAUbi5NmmCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bgxg7pJvudg/s1600/faculdade.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5veogcu8E/TAUbi5NmmCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bgxg7pJvudg/s320/faculdade.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;COISAS QUE VOCÊ DEVE SABER ANTES DE ENTRAR NA FACULDADE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1. Não importa o quão tarde é a sua primeira aula, você vai dormir durante ela;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2. Você vai mudar completamente e nem vai notar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3. Você pode amar várias pessoas de maneiras diferentes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4. Alunos de faculdade também jogam aviões de papel durante as aulas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5. Se você assistir às aulas calçado, todo mundo vai perguntar por que você foi tão chique para a faculdade;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6. Cada relógio no prédio mostra um horário diferente;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;7. Se você era inteligente no colegial... azar o seu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;8. Não importa tudo o que você prometeu quando passou no vestibular, você vai às festas da faculdade, mesmo que sejam na noite anterior à prova final;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;9. Você pode saber toda a matéria e ir mal na prova;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;10. Você pode saber nada da matéria e tirar dez na prova;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;11. A sua casa é um ótimo lugar para se visitar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;12. A maior parte da educação é adquirida fora das aulas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;13. Se você nunca bebeu, vai beber;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;14. Se você nunca fumou, vai fumar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;15. Se você nunca transou, vai transar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;16. Se você não fizer nada disto durante a faculdade, não fará nunca mais na vida, a não ser que você faça uma nova faculdade;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;17. Você vai se tornar uma daquelas pessoas que seus pais falaram para você não se meter com elas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;18.Psicologia é, na verdade, biologia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;19. Biologia é, na verdade química.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;20. Química é, na verdade física;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;21. Física é na verdade matemática;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;22. Ou seja, que mesmo depois de estudar anos, você não vai saber nada;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;23. Que sentir depressão, solidão e tristeza, não são frescuras de quem não tem o que fazer;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;24. Que você sempre vai prometer que no próximo bimestre você vai estudar mais, festejar menos, mas sempre acontecerá o contrário;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;25. As únicas coisas que compensam na faculdade são os amigos que você fará lá;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;26. Não verá a hora de terminar a faculdade;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;27. E quando terminar, perceberá que foi a melhor época de toda a sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;- QUANDO A FACULDADE TERMINA OS SINAIS DE QUE VOCÊ NÃO ESTÁ MAIS NA FACULDADE&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;ACONTECEM QUANDO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1. Fazer sexo em cama de solteiro é um absurdo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2. Há mais comida do que cerveja na sua geladeira;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3. 6:00 h da manhã é quando você acorda, e não quando vai dormir;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4. Você escuta a sua música preferida num elevador;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5. Você carrega um guarda- chuva e dá a maior importância para a previsão do tempo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6. Seus amigos se casam e se divorciam ao invés de ficarem e terminarem;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;7. Suas férias caem de 130 para 15 dias por ano;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;8. Calça jeans e camiseta não são mais consideradas vestimenta;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;9. É você que chama a polícia porque a molecada do vizinho não sabe como abaixar o som;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;10. Você não sabe mais que horas os auto-lanches fecham;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;11. Dormir no sofá te dá uma puta dor nas costas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;12. Você não tira mais aquele cochilo do meio-dia as 6 da tarde durante a semana;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;13. Você vai na&amp;nbsp;farmácia comprar um remédio para a dor de cabeça e antiácidos&amp;nbsp; ao invés de camisinhas e testes de gravidez;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;14. Você come as comidas do café da manhã na hora do café da manhã;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;15. Em mais de 90% do tempo em que você passa em frente a um computador você está trabalhando de verdade;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;16. Você não bebe mais sozinho em casa antes de sair para economizar dinheiro antes da noitada;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;17. E o mais importante... Você não tem tempo nem sequer de ler este e-mail e aproveitar para passá-lo para seus velhos amigos, para que eles lembrem&amp;nbsp; que também estão velhos e os bons tempos da faculdade PASSOU DEPRESSA DEMAIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5231314445275598895-4239548743456996266?l=alwaysmakemesmile4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Você está sozinho. Você e a torcida do Flamengo. Em frente a tevê, devora dois pacotes de Doritos enquanto espera o telefone tocar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bem que podia ser hoje, bem que podia ser agora, um amor novinho em folha.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Triiiiiiiiiiiimmm!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
É sua mãe...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quem mais poderia ser?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Amor nenhum faz chamadas por telepatia. Amor não atende com hora marcada.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ele pode chegar antes do esperado e encontrar você numa fase, sem disposição para relacionamentos sérios. Ele passa batido e você nem aí. Ou pode chegar tarde demais e encontrar você desiludido da vida, desconfiado, cheio de olheiras. O amor dá meia-volta, volver.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Por que o amor nunca chega na hora certa?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Agora, por exemplo... ... que você está de banho tomado e camisa jeans.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Agora que você está empregado, lavou o carro e está com grana para um cinema.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Agora que você pintou o apartamento, ganhou um porta-retrato e começou a gostar de jazz. Agora que você está com o coração às moscas e morrendo de frio.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O amor aparece quando menos se espera e de onde menos se imagina.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Você passa uma festa inteira hipnotizado por alguém que nem lhe enxerga, e mal repara em outro alguém que só tem olhos pra você. Ou então fica arrasado porque não foi pra praia no final de semana. Toda a sua turma está lá, azarando-se uns aos Outros, sentindo-se um ET perdido na cidade grande, você busca refúgio uma locadora de vídeo, sem prever que ali mesmo, na locadora, irá encontrar a pessoa que dará sentido a sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O amor é que nem tesourinha de unhas, nunca está onde a gente pensa.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O jeito é direcionar o radar para norte, sul, leste e oeste.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Seu amor pode estar no corredor de um supermercado, pode estar impaciente na fila de um banco, pode estar pechinchando numa livraria, pode estar cantarolando sozinho dentro de um carro.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pode estar aqui mesmo, no computador, dando o maior mole.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O amor está em todos os lugares, você que não procura direito.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A primeira lição está dada: ... o amor é onipresente. Agora a segunda: ...&lt;br /&gt;
mas é imprevisível. Jamais espere ouvir "eu te amo" num jantar à luz de velas, no dia dos namorados. O amor odeia clichês.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Você vai ouvir "eu te amo" numa terça-feira, às quatro da tarde... depois de uma discussão e... as flores vão chegar no dia que você tirar carteira de motorista, depois de aprovado no teste de baliza. ...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Idealizar é sofrer !&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Amar é surpreender !&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Martha Medeiros)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, 'Gill Sans', Verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, 'Gill Sans', Verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ps: Dia das Mães!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, 'Gill Sans', Verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Muito obrigada meu Deus por me proporcionar o privilégio de ter uma mãe tão boa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, 'Gill Sans', Verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Really, really thank you! =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5231314445275598895-4546245717181518509?l=alwaysmakemesmile4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5veogcu8E/S4hmILsBhlI/AAAAAAAAAE0/16Qb4NkjO54/s1600-h/%C3%A1h+a+sorte,+sempre+t%C3%A1+do+meu+lado+(%C3%9D).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5veogcu8E/S4hmILsBhlI/AAAAAAAAAE0/16Qb4NkjO54/s200/%C3%A1h+a+sorte,+sempre+t%C3%A1+do+meu+lado+(%C3%9D).jpg" width="188" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whatever you do, you need courage. Whatever course you decide upon, there is always someone to tell you that you are wrong. There are always difficulties arising that tempt you to believe your critics are right. To map out a course of action and follow it to an end requires some of the same courage that a soldier needs. Peace has its victories, but it takes brave men and women to win them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 25px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;' I need love, just some, cause love is true.. I need my friends cause they're so beautiful.. They're my friends. ♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5231314445275598895-9126763767687273185?l=alwaysmakemesmile4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu sei que a gente se acostuma.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mas não devia.&lt;br /&gt;
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A gente se acostuma a morar em apartamento de fundos e a não ter outra vista que não as janelas ao redor. &lt;br /&gt;
E porque não tem vista, logo se acostuma a não olhar para fora. &lt;br /&gt;
E porque não olha para fora, logo se acostuma a não abrir de todo as cortinas.&lt;br /&gt;
E porque não abre as cortinas, logo se acostuma a acender mais cedo a luz. &lt;br /&gt;
E porque à medida que se acostuma, esquece o sol, esquece o ar, esquece a amplidão.&lt;br /&gt;
A gente se acostuma a acordar de manhã, sobressaltado porque está na hora.&lt;br /&gt;
A tomar café correndo porque está atrasado. &lt;br /&gt;
A ler jornal no ônibus porque não pode perder o tempo da viagem. &lt;br /&gt;
A comer sanduíches porque já é noite. &lt;br /&gt;
A cochilar no ônibus porque está cansado. &lt;br /&gt;
A deitar cedo e dormir pesado sem ter vivido o dia. &lt;br /&gt;
A gente se acostuma a abrir a janela e a ler sobre a guerra. &lt;br /&gt;
E aceitando a guerra, aceita os mortos e que haja números para os mortos. &lt;br /&gt;
E aceitando os números, aceita não acreditar nas negociações de paz. &lt;br /&gt;
E aceitando as negociações de paz, aceitar ler todo dia de guerra, dos números da longa duração. &lt;br /&gt;
A gente se acostuma a esperar o dia inteiro e ouvir no telefone: hoje não posso ir. &lt;br /&gt;
A sorrir para as pessoas sem receber um sorriso de volta. &lt;br /&gt;
A ser ignorado quando precisava tanto ser visto. &lt;br /&gt;
A gente se acostuma a pagar por tudo o que deseja e o que necessita. &lt;br /&gt;
E a lutar para ganhar o dinheiro com que paga. &lt;br /&gt;
E a ganhar menos do que precisa. &lt;br /&gt;
E a fazer fila para pagar. E a pagar mais do que as coisas valem. &lt;br /&gt;
E a saber que cada vez pagará mais. &lt;br /&gt;
E a procurar mais trabalho, para ganhar mais dinheiro, para ter com o que pagar nas filas em que se cobra.&lt;br /&gt;
A gente se acostuma a andar na rua e ver cartazes, a abrir as revistas e ver anúncios. &lt;br /&gt;
A ligar a televisão e assistir a comerciais. &lt;br /&gt;
A ir ao cinema, a engolir publicidade. &lt;br /&gt;
A ser instigado, conduzido, desnorteado, lançado na infindável catarata dos produtos.&lt;br /&gt;
A gente se acostuma à poluição.&lt;br /&gt;
À luz artificial de ligeiro tremor. &lt;br /&gt;
Ao choque que os olhos levam na luz natural. &lt;br /&gt;
Às besteiras das músicas, às bactérias da água potável. &lt;br /&gt;
À contaminação da água do mar. À luta. &lt;br /&gt;
À lenta morte dos rios. &lt;br /&gt;
E se acostuma a não ouvir passarinhos, a não colher frutas do pé, a não ter sequer uma planta.&lt;br /&gt;
A gente se acostuma a coisas demais, para não sofrer. &lt;br /&gt;
Em doses pequenas, tentando não perceber, vai afastando uma dor aqui, um ressentimento ali, uma revolta acolá. &lt;br /&gt;
Se o cinema está cheio, a gente senta na primeira fila e torce um pouco o pescoço. &lt;br /&gt;
Se a praia está contaminada, a gente só molha os pés e sua no resto do corpo. &lt;br /&gt;
Se o trabalho está duro, a gente se consola pensando no fim de semana. &lt;br /&gt;
E se no fim de semana não há muito o que fazer, a gente vai dormir cedo e ainda satisfeito porque tem sono atrasado. &lt;br /&gt;
A gente se acostuma para não se ralar na aspereza, para preservar a pele.&lt;br /&gt;
Se acostuma para evitar feridas, sangramentos, para esquivar-se da faca e da baioneta, para poupar o peito.&lt;br /&gt;
A gente se acostuma para poupar a vida.&lt;br /&gt;
Que aos poucos se gasta, e que, de tanto acostumar, se perde de si mesma.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Marina Colasanti&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5veogcu8E/S1ulwSJa47I/AAAAAAAAAEs/RaoB1s1s5nE/s1600-h/16_MVG_MVG_menina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DU5veogcu8E/S1ulwSJa47I/AAAAAAAAAEs/RaoB1s1s5nE/s200/16_MVG_MVG_menina.jpg" width="155" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008484; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;EIS UM PEQUENO FATO -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008484; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você vai morrer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Com absoluta sinceridade, tento ser otimista a respeito de todo esse assunto, embora a maioria das pessoas sinta-se impedida de acreditar em mim, sejam quais forem meus protestos. Por favor, confie em mim.&lt;br /&gt;
Decididamente, eu sei ser animada, sei ser amável. Agradável. Afável. E esses são apenas os As. Só não me peça para ser simpática. Simpatia não tem a ver comigo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008484; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;- REAÇÃO AO FATO SUPRACITADO -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008484; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Isso preocupa você?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Insisto - Não tenha medo.&lt;br /&gt;
Sou tudo, menos injusta.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
- É claro, uma apresentação&lt;br /&gt;
Um começo,&lt;br /&gt;
Onde estão meus bons modos?&lt;br /&gt;
Eu poderia me apresentar apropriadamente, mas, na verdade, isso não é necessário. Você me conhecerá o suficiente e bem depressa, dependendo de uma gama diversificada de variáveis. Basta dizer que, em algum ponto do tempo, eu me erguerei sobre você, com toda a cordialidade possível. Sua alma estará em meus braços. Haverá uma cor pousada em meu ombro. E levarei você embora gentilmente.&lt;br /&gt;
Nesse momento você estará deitado (a). (Raras vezes encontro pessoas de pé.) Estará solidificado (a) em seu corpo. Talvez haja uma descoberta; um grito pingará pelo ar. O único som que ouvirei depois disso será minha própria respiração, além do som do cheiro dos meus passos.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A pergunta é:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;qual será a cor de tudo nesse momento em que eu chegar para buscar você? Que dirá o céu?.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;(y)'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008484; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Markus Zusak.'&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #008484; font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #008484; font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Ps: Li faz algum tempo, mas um livro realmente tocante. &amp;nbsp;- &lt;span style="color: #008484;"&gt;A Menina que Roubava Livros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #008484; font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;The Book Thief is an extraordinary, novel about the redemptive power of words and reading. A life-changing tale of cruel twists os fate and the coincidences on which all our lives hinge, this is also a joyous look at the power of words and the ability of books to nourish the soul. In superbly crafted writing, award-winnig author Markus Zusak has given us on the most enduring stories of our time whose uplifting ending will make all readers weep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008484; font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Em meio ao caos de uma Alemanha sob o poder Nazista, em um bairro do subúrbio de Munique, na Rua Himmel, uma menina tem sua leitura de Mundo efetuada pelas palavras. Quando chega a casa da família Hubermman, Liesel não sabia ler, apesar da idade em que outras crianças já dominavam a leitura. Com a ajuda do pai (por adoção, tocador de acordeon) a menina aprende as Letras, decora as palavras, rouba livros (seu único prazer verdadeiro) e transforma a leitura em momentos de calma (para os que estavam nos abrigos esperando as bombas cairem), para a mãe que perdeu um filho na guerra e outro pelo suicídio, para o judeu abandonado no porão escuro e úmido de sua casa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I wish you a merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;
I wish you a merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;
And a happy New Year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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