<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652150277492582535</id><updated>2025-01-02T14:39:38.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Creation of the World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Alexandre Spinelli Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730161589978883567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBp9ozd6hhVD6yg9RGnA_c__1lJZ6YKSLI0jJrKJsasFd93beKu7ZNljQMT2DWm-oZsVgpzjEAABKJ7dX3SlVft9FBwaJzn2-V608M8CWykaM7Fzim_4ByHUbMBxfiurISKJuNQxJ6ctZ8MBupCJK8BahHaHOuLrbCuNrq47HuCT4_A/s220/IMG_5075.PNG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652150277492582535.post-2288758573318895757</id><published>2010-11-10T20:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-06-26T09:41:27.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Last Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://images.nationalgeographic.com/wpf/media-live/photos/000/194/cache/pantanal-birds-brazil_19477_990x742.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;150&quot; rca=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;http://images.nationalgeographic.com/wpf/media-live/photos/000/194/cache/pantanal-birds-brazil_19477_990x742.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the last day God did not rest as everybody believes he did. In the last day, which I guess was not in a Saturday, God was too excited to be able to rest simply. In this very last day of the creation, God walked around the world contemplating all his creation, each element of the nature, and every single creature.&lt;/div&gt;
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He saw the human beings and other animals and remembered how the world was before they being here. He looked at the forests, the trees, flowers, and remembered how this planet&amp;nbsp;was ugly before them. He listened to the noise of the waters which came from the rivers and the seas and remember how everything was dry before them. He looked at all the world and remembered how everything was when it was just darkness with no form.&lt;/div&gt;
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And he felt gratitude and thanked for the world being wonderful as it is, and for the beauty of the life he could see around the world.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2288758573318895757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/in-last-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/2288758573318895757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/2288758573318895757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/in-last-day.html' title='In The Last Day'/><author><name>Alexandre Spinelli Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730161589978883567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBp9ozd6hhVD6yg9RGnA_c__1lJZ6YKSLI0jJrKJsasFd93beKu7ZNljQMT2DWm-oZsVgpzjEAABKJ7dX3SlVft9FBwaJzn2-V608M8CWykaM7Fzim_4ByHUbMBxfiurISKJuNQxJ6ctZ8MBupCJK8BahHaHOuLrbCuNrq47HuCT4_A/s220/IMG_5075.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652150277492582535.post-4690730528792925192</id><published>2010-11-09T22:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-06-26T10:10:48.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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When the creator&amp;nbsp;finished creating the world, he called his children.&lt;br /&gt;
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“See, this is the world I created, and I created it as it is to show you&amp;nbsp;how love is. This world is an image of love. It changes as the seasons do. Sometimes it seems to be stronger, sometimes weaker, but it’s not love that changes,&amp;nbsp;it&#39;s just the&amp;nbsp;seasons passing and coming back again. Love is like the sun, sometimes is closer, sometimes is farer, but it’s always warming us. It&#39;s like the moon, which hide itself during the day, but we know that it is there; sometimes it seems be full, sometimes almost nothing. In this case I called it New Moon, to remind you that is not the end, but the beginning of a new one. Love is also like the rivers which flow without stop to the sea, but never became dry, they always have more and&amp;nbsp;more water. Love is like the&amp;nbsp;ocean which receive water from the rivers all the time, but is never full,&amp;nbsp;it never says ‘it’s enough’. Like the forest which resides inside of one small seed, love is. Like the day, full of light; like the night, with its mystery, beauty, and stars. Love is similar&amp;nbsp;to the wind which blows spreading pollen and life; it is as the earth, the land, which receives one seed inside of itself, warms it, keeps it quiet, and, in the right moment, makes one new tree be born. My children, look carefully at this world, and you will understand what love is.”&lt;/div&gt;
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One of his children, his youngest daughter said, “I’m sorry, daddy, but I found problems, some anguish, pain, some sadness, and a lot of things that seem to be imperfect in your world.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“It’s love, my dear. It’s always looking for improve itself, without hide its defects. That’s love, dear, that’s love. It’s not something ready as other feelings; it’s only a way to try being better each day.”</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4690730528792925192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/4690730528792925192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/4690730528792925192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Alexandre Spinelli Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730161589978883567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBp9ozd6hhVD6yg9RGnA_c__1lJZ6YKSLI0jJrKJsasFd93beKu7ZNljQMT2DWm-oZsVgpzjEAABKJ7dX3SlVft9FBwaJzn2-V608M8CWykaM7Fzim_4ByHUbMBxfiurISKJuNQxJ6ctZ8MBupCJK8BahHaHOuLrbCuNrq47HuCT4_A/s220/IMG_5075.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652150277492582535.post-9161370479972102467</id><published>2010-11-08T15:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-06-26T09:31:04.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Snow - II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thomaslaupstad.com/blog/pictures/tree_snowing_800.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;150&quot; rca=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;http://www.thomaslaupstad.com/blog/pictures/tree_snowing_800.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was cold, really cold. The sons of God were all inside their homes to keep warm. They asked if God could make some hot chocolate and some cookies to them.&lt;/div&gt;
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Sure God said yes and went to his huge kitchen to cook. However when he was preparing the cookies with his immense hands, some icing sugar fell from his table, and still falling this sugar reached the earth. The men named this divine icing sugar snow.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9161370479972102467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/snow-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/9161370479972102467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/9161370479972102467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/snow-ii.html' title='The Snow - II'/><author><name>Alexandre Spinelli Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730161589978883567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBp9ozd6hhVD6yg9RGnA_c__1lJZ6YKSLI0jJrKJsasFd93beKu7ZNljQMT2DWm-oZsVgpzjEAABKJ7dX3SlVft9FBwaJzn2-V608M8CWykaM7Fzim_4ByHUbMBxfiurISKJuNQxJ6ctZ8MBupCJK8BahHaHOuLrbCuNrq47HuCT4_A/s220/IMG_5075.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652150277492582535.post-7992693825418130797</id><published>2010-11-07T00:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-06-26T09:29:04.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Baptism</title><content type='html'>After&amp;nbsp;many tries of finding a way to&amp;nbsp;purify themselves, including killing animals, one day the men created the baptism. They used to say that the sinners should be washed with the baptism’s water to be able to reborn. The water would symbolize the Holy Spirit that was cleaning their sins and preparing them to a new life.&lt;br /&gt;
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God was sitting in his balcony, looking at the earth down here and smiling he thought, “I have sent my baptism through the rain since ever, but they still don’t understand.”</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7992693825418130797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/baptism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/7992693825418130797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/7992693825418130797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/baptism.html' title='The Baptism'/><author><name>Alexandre Spinelli Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730161589978883567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBp9ozd6hhVD6yg9RGnA_c__1lJZ6YKSLI0jJrKJsasFd93beKu7ZNljQMT2DWm-oZsVgpzjEAABKJ7dX3SlVft9FBwaJzn2-V608M8CWykaM7Fzim_4ByHUbMBxfiurISKJuNQxJ6ctZ8MBupCJK8BahHaHOuLrbCuNrq47HuCT4_A/s220/IMG_5075.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652150277492582535.post-14579650789564840</id><published>2010-11-06T19:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-06-26T09:13:37.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Necklace</title><content type='html'>Her necklace was a simple string of small grayish green stones, apparently common, as any other stones you can find in the sidewalks of the city.&lt;br /&gt;
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What she did not know was that those stones actually were small universes, turning around her neck. Her eyes, in that far point in her head, were like&amp;nbsp;two suns which illuminated those small universes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Those small almost invisible beings that use to live in those small universes use to call her god. They said that there&amp;nbsp;were some among them who were the chosen ones. Those ones had jumped out their stone,looked at her eyes, and saw all that immense beauty&amp;nbsp;without die.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/14579650789564840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/necklace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/14579650789564840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/14579650789564840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/necklace.html' title='The Necklace'/><author><name>Alexandre Spinelli Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730161589978883567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBp9ozd6hhVD6yg9RGnA_c__1lJZ6YKSLI0jJrKJsasFd93beKu7ZNljQMT2DWm-oZsVgpzjEAABKJ7dX3SlVft9FBwaJzn2-V608M8CWykaM7Fzim_4ByHUbMBxfiurISKJuNQxJ6ctZ8MBupCJK8BahHaHOuLrbCuNrq47HuCT4_A/s220/IMG_5075.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652150277492582535.post-7590400295510725444</id><published>2010-11-05T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-06-26T09:03:02.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He Was Alone</title><content type='html'>When God created the world he was alone. Surely he was. He did not have wife, neither fiancé, nor girlfriend. Definitively he was alone and he was not even&amp;nbsp;in love at all. He did not have dog, cat nor any other pet. I bet he did not have even plants, or trees, or flowers to take care of. He was alone and alone he did everything.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is the only explanation for his available time, and for the reason why he created the woman for the last. He did not know what love was.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7590400295510725444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/he-was-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/7590400295510725444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/7590400295510725444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/he-was-alone.html' title='He Was Alone'/><author><name>Alexandre Spinelli Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730161589978883567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBp9ozd6hhVD6yg9RGnA_c__1lJZ6YKSLI0jJrKJsasFd93beKu7ZNljQMT2DWm-oZsVgpzjEAABKJ7dX3SlVft9FBwaJzn2-V608M8CWykaM7Fzim_4ByHUbMBxfiurISKJuNQxJ6ctZ8MBupCJK8BahHaHOuLrbCuNrq47HuCT4_A/s220/IMG_5075.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652150277492582535.post-567112588679999720</id><published>2010-11-04T23:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-06-26T08:54:59.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Creation of the Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.anuncommonfamily.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/Babies-of-different-races.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;124&quot; rca=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;http://www.anuncommonfamily.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/Babies-of-different-races.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“How will the human beings be able to live every single day knowing they are going to die? How will they be able to live their lives knowing that their time in this world is&amp;nbsp;short as it is and shorter each day?”&lt;/div&gt;
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The creator just smiled to his incredulous assistant and answered, “I’ll create babies, which will become children before to be adults. It will be impossible to any man look at some of them, babies and children, without feel hope and reason to live their lives as they were endless.”&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/567112588679999720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/creation-of-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/567112588679999720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/567112588679999720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/creation-of-hope.html' title='Creation of the Hope'/><author><name>Alexandre Spinelli Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730161589978883567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBp9ozd6hhVD6yg9RGnA_c__1lJZ6YKSLI0jJrKJsasFd93beKu7ZNljQMT2DWm-oZsVgpzjEAABKJ7dX3SlVft9FBwaJzn2-V608M8CWykaM7Fzim_4ByHUbMBxfiurISKJuNQxJ6ctZ8MBupCJK8BahHaHOuLrbCuNrq47HuCT4_A/s220/IMG_5075.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652150277492582535.post-2657241831570591833</id><published>2010-11-03T01:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-06-26T08:47:40.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Next Previous Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Imagine that&amp;nbsp;one day, when you wake up, you suddenly discover you are living the same exact day you had lived the day before. If you realize, as in that famous movie, that you have this consciousness but the others not, they all seem to be living that day for the very first time. &lt;/div&gt;
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Imagine this scene and imagine that you are the only one who knows the exact result of all your acts from that previous day(s) and then now you have this unbelievable opportunity to do otherwise. &lt;br /&gt;
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If, more than this, if suddenly you had the option to return to any day you had lived to do something in a different way. Can you imagine this? You can choose any day and any moment of your life to come back to it, live it again, and do otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;
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If, even like that, even with this magical opportunity, you choose make all your choices in the same way as you have done, my friend, then you know&amp;nbsp;what being happy and blessed means.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2657241831570591833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/in-next-previous-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/2657241831570591833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/2657241831570591833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/in-next-previous-day.html' title='In the Next Previous Day'/><author><name>Alexandre Spinelli Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730161589978883567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBp9ozd6hhVD6yg9RGnA_c__1lJZ6YKSLI0jJrKJsasFd93beKu7ZNljQMT2DWm-oZsVgpzjEAABKJ7dX3SlVft9FBwaJzn2-V608M8CWykaM7Fzim_4ByHUbMBxfiurISKJuNQxJ6ctZ8MBupCJK8BahHaHOuLrbCuNrq47HuCT4_A/s220/IMG_5075.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJpZOt62zmgk7q2D3BUUzLTnWT389j-VFAfItPhBer-jw6WMtfMca9VxDANjorP2Ad8ULZignY-KxkhtzXUsoIpKuD9aVOu_J5RZ2XzO1fFmmPEmfwwYQTLanp1HnhNnD6K6KL23Q_hPQ/s72-c/6243897d-ea36-5e1ccxwn8keouejpg.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652150277492582535.post-3817623638353517739</id><published>2010-11-02T23:40:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2012-06-26T08:38:49.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;
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Why do&amp;nbsp;people grow and die?&lt;/div&gt;
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Why do&amp;nbsp;they love during this short and infinite period of time?&lt;/div&gt;
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Why do&amp;nbsp;some people not love at all?&lt;/div&gt;
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Why do we feel desire?&lt;/div&gt;
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Why do we sleep and dream?&lt;/div&gt;
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Why do we wake up and forget&amp;nbsp;our dreams?&lt;/div&gt;
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Why do a few people laugh?&lt;br /&gt;
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Why&amp;nbsp;do some of us not understand and ask why?&lt;br /&gt;
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Why do some questions remain with no answer?&lt;br /&gt;
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Why does one say something without feel, without&amp;nbsp;do it?&lt;/div&gt;
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Why do some people feel&amp;nbsp;but don’t do anything?&lt;/div&gt;
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That’s life. That’s why I’m still waiting, we are always learning.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3817623638353517739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/whys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/3817623638353517739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/3817623638353517739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/whys.html' title='Whys'/><author><name>Alexandre Spinelli Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730161589978883567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBp9ozd6hhVD6yg9RGnA_c__1lJZ6YKSLI0jJrKJsasFd93beKu7ZNljQMT2DWm-oZsVgpzjEAABKJ7dX3SlVft9FBwaJzn2-V608M8CWykaM7Fzim_4ByHUbMBxfiurISKJuNQxJ6ctZ8MBupCJK8BahHaHOuLrbCuNrq47HuCT4_A/s220/IMG_5075.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652150277492582535.post-3698413535851153533</id><published>2010-11-01T23:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-06-26T08:33:12.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Value of the People</title><content type='html'>People for themselves have no value. Please, do not get me wrong. I mean that differently of some products, goods, and merchandise in general, people are made without value; there is no label informing the price. For this reason, everybody when is born has the same value, none.&lt;br /&gt;
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The only value people have is the value they attribute to others. Yes, I know this is interesting.&amp;nbsp;As much value one man attributes to himself so less value he really has; and&amp;nbsp;as much value someone gives to the others so much value he really has; it’s a divine logic, proportionately opposite. Who thinks that has actually does not have.Who thinks that has not value, this has.&lt;br /&gt;
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The time, the attention, the love you spend with other human being is what you receive. The value you give to others is your value.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3698413535851153533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/value-of-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/3698413535851153533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/3698413535851153533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/value-of-people.html' title='The Value of the People'/><author><name>Alexandre Spinelli Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730161589978883567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBp9ozd6hhVD6yg9RGnA_c__1lJZ6YKSLI0jJrKJsasFd93beKu7ZNljQMT2DWm-oZsVgpzjEAABKJ7dX3SlVft9FBwaJzn2-V608M8CWykaM7Fzim_4ByHUbMBxfiurISKJuNQxJ6ctZ8MBupCJK8BahHaHOuLrbCuNrq47HuCT4_A/s220/IMG_5075.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652150277492582535.post-744620253249579465</id><published>2010-10-31T22:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-06-25T21:43:44.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In an Airplane</title><content type='html'>One father was traveling with his son. They were departuring from Madrid to go to Tokyo to stay there for one week of vacation. They took one flight of Iberia airlines which left Madrid at 9:50am and they traveled for more than sixteen hours with one only&amp;nbsp;stop in London. They arrived at Tokyo at 9:55am of the next day because of the difference of the time zone.&lt;br /&gt;
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All these information about places and time are not relevant at all. The most important fact what was happening during this flight. The child was an inquisitive twelve year old boy who was completely excited with this first trip he was going to do just him and his father. For the first time, he would stay for so long far from his mother and his sister. For the very first time, he would be for so long time&amp;nbsp;inside of an airplane.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just the plane took off from the airport the boy stuck his nose in the window looking at his city of Madrid farer and farer. After some minutes he couldn’t see his Madrid anymore. He just saw lands and lands. He asked his father, “When will we pass over the France?” “I don’t know,” his father answered, “maybe we are passing right now, it’s impossible to know.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Some hours later, after they had left London, the boy returned to the same kind of question, “Look those mountains there, daddy. Where are we now?” “I don’t know, son.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“But, daddy, how can we pass through a lot of countries without see? Isn’t there any division between the countries, to show where one finishes and the next one starts?” “No, son, there isn’t any division or boundary.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“No? Are you serious? So… if there isn’t any difference, no boundary, if God didn’t create any division, why did the people create countries and divisions?”&lt;br /&gt;
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The father didn’t answer; he didn’t know what to say. He just looked at down through the window to certify what his son had said and to think. Yes, there was no division. Looking from far, everybody, every single country was just&amp;nbsp;the same land, as a big farm without fences.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/744620253249579465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/in-airplane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/744620253249579465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/744620253249579465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/in-airplane.html' title='In an Airplane'/><author><name>Alexandre Spinelli Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730161589978883567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBp9ozd6hhVD6yg9RGnA_c__1lJZ6YKSLI0jJrKJsasFd93beKu7ZNljQMT2DWm-oZsVgpzjEAABKJ7dX3SlVft9FBwaJzn2-V608M8CWykaM7Fzim_4ByHUbMBxfiurISKJuNQxJ6ctZ8MBupCJK8BahHaHOuLrbCuNrq47HuCT4_A/s220/IMG_5075.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRrUGyNwcWfkikAe3SqFN7W_B93c51AS9Lwn7Z2c80rzQKvRkaJEvmYoCYRG3DcOsdJFb-Tt-8GoAmFi_E99n-MJyINMptSz-j3rp3OmaeBMsFxD7kSgjOHCN8oADdMInZv0VRSJsmk0hS/s72-c/plane+sky.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652150277492582535.post-4528217832279103301</id><published>2010-10-30T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-06-25T21:36:18.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Conclusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.wizdomeducation.com/child-thinking2.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; rca=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;http://www.wizdomeducation.com/child-thinking2.jpg&quot; width=&quot;132&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One little girl asked her father, “Dad, does God love us?”&lt;/div&gt;
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“So why did mom die?”&lt;/div&gt;
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“She didn’t die, dear. God took her to the heaven, to live with the angels.”&lt;/div&gt;
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“Hmmm, so I guess he loves the angels more than he loves us, daddy.”</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4528217832279103301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/conclusion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/4528217832279103301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/4528217832279103301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/conclusion.html' title='The Conclusion'/><author><name>Alexandre Spinelli Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730161589978883567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBp9ozd6hhVD6yg9RGnA_c__1lJZ6YKSLI0jJrKJsasFd93beKu7ZNljQMT2DWm-oZsVgpzjEAABKJ7dX3SlVft9FBwaJzn2-V608M8CWykaM7Fzim_4ByHUbMBxfiurISKJuNQxJ6ctZ8MBupCJK8BahHaHOuLrbCuNrq47HuCT4_A/s220/IMG_5075.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652150277492582535.post-81457289627837648</id><published>2010-10-29T23:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-06-25T21:33:15.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/cmcderm1/cmcderm11103/cmcderm1110300077/9162293-abstract-wave-patterns-on-a-deep-blue-alpine-lake.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;133&quot; rca=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/cmcderm1/cmcderm11103/cmcderm1110300077/9162293-abstract-wave-patterns-on-a-deep-blue-alpine-lake.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was one lake. It was full of water, but the water was completely stopped. There was not any movement in that lake, as well as here was no life. It was a sad lake with dead water.&lt;/div&gt;
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One day one drop of water coming from I don’t know&amp;nbsp;where felt in that lake, exactly in the middle of that lake, and it created one wave. That wave spread itself until the shore of the lake and then returned to the center again, and to the shore again, and this continuous movement began to bring oxygen and life the lake.&lt;/div&gt;
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As I said I don’t know from where that drop of water came, some people say it was one tear, others say it was one drop of life sent by some god. The fact is that&amp;nbsp;one only and small drop brought life to that lake.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/81457289627837648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-lake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/81457289627837648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/81457289627837648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-lake.html' title='One Lake'/><author><name>Alexandre Spinelli Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730161589978883567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBp9ozd6hhVD6yg9RGnA_c__1lJZ6YKSLI0jJrKJsasFd93beKu7ZNljQMT2DWm-oZsVgpzjEAABKJ7dX3SlVft9FBwaJzn2-V608M8CWykaM7Fzim_4ByHUbMBxfiurISKJuNQxJ6ctZ8MBupCJK8BahHaHOuLrbCuNrq47HuCT4_A/s220/IMG_5075.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652150277492582535.post-5637083978832550432</id><published>2010-10-28T11:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-06-25T21:30:48.011-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.lookinguntojesus.net/images/20110807.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;160&quot; rca=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;http://www.lookinguntojesus.net/images/20110807.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now I’ll tell you how the beginning of the world really was. &lt;/div&gt;
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It was one tree. It was one huge tree; full of green leaves, but without fruits. &lt;/div&gt;
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Actually there was one small, one truly small fruit in the extremity of its highest branch. It was red and it stayed there for long long time.&lt;/div&gt;
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One day it started to become darker and darker, dryer and dryer. It seemed to&amp;nbsp;have dead. One strong wind blew and took off that dead fruit, taking it far away. It felt in a black land. Some days later, the fruit had gone, it was only the dry seed over that land.&lt;/div&gt;
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Some days later it started raining, a strong rain which covered that land and that seed. When the water had gone, it was sprouting a new and green tree. This one&amp;nbsp;just became adult and was full of leaves as well as fruits; and these fruits had good seeds. Some years later, there were a lot of birds and all sorts of animals living around of those trees.&lt;br /&gt;
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How was the very first tree born? Well, I don’t know, but I guess someone created it.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5637083978832550432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/5637083978832550432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/5637083978832550432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-tree.html' title='One Tree'/><author><name>Alexandre Spinelli Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730161589978883567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBp9ozd6hhVD6yg9RGnA_c__1lJZ6YKSLI0jJrKJsasFd93beKu7ZNljQMT2DWm-oZsVgpzjEAABKJ7dX3SlVft9FBwaJzn2-V608M8CWykaM7Fzim_4ByHUbMBxfiurISKJuNQxJ6ctZ8MBupCJK8BahHaHOuLrbCuNrq47HuCT4_A/s220/IMG_5075.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652150277492582535.post-6097630039670547764</id><published>2010-10-27T10:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-06-25T21:26:36.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunrise and Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;
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His oldest son created the Sun to illuminate the world. His oldest daughter created the wind to refresh the world when too hot. The twins created the stars. The youngest daughter created the moon, and so on.&lt;/div&gt;
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However one of his sons had not created anything, he was just looking at the others and their creations and gifts. His father and his siblings used to say he was strange, he should be an artist instead a god.&lt;/div&gt;
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Well, you know, when all other gods, sons and daughters of God, had finished creating everything, they looked at this one waiting for his creation, for his gift. He didn’t create anything new; he just took the world and made it begin to spin. He didn’t create anything concrete and physical as his siblings had done, but he allowed that every creature saw the sun, the moon, and the stars. With this simple movement, he created the two most beautiful art works ever, the sunrise and the sunset.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6097630039670547764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/sunrise-and-sunset.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/6097630039670547764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/6097630039670547764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/sunrise-and-sunset.html' title='Sunrise and Sunset'/><author><name>Alexandre Spinelli Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730161589978883567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBp9ozd6hhVD6yg9RGnA_c__1lJZ6YKSLI0jJrKJsasFd93beKu7ZNljQMT2DWm-oZsVgpzjEAABKJ7dX3SlVft9FBwaJzn2-V608M8CWykaM7Fzim_4ByHUbMBxfiurISKJuNQxJ6ctZ8MBupCJK8BahHaHOuLrbCuNrq47HuCT4_A/s220/IMG_5075.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvfMyfFRyPO019U8y5Oxw7-YfCR3QxDLWmJY_vFy1cK-B7LoD5_xO6LbXlzVhyphenhyphenI5yoVExvIwrv7mKgYpbjLlUui3UvuQZZyZxNglv8bnmKmgbnTyLAT_JYweLRNFNKXGMIomEOLdOVAVc/s72-c/sunrise.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652150277492582535.post-9169388275701267023</id><published>2010-10-26T19:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T19:27:32.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Battle</title><content type='html'>And the heaven’s arm lost one big battle in which almost all soldiers were killed. The winner said to heaven’s general, God, “You have seven days to show me you can create a new arm to fight with me. If you do it, I’ll wait seven days more, and I&#39;ll give you the chance of revenge in a new battle.”&lt;br /&gt;
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In seven days God created the earth and the human beings. He created all kind of men, and it’s choosing just the best ones to go the heaven to fight with him in a new battle.&lt;br /&gt;
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The seventh day is arriving.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9169388275701267023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-battle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/9169388275701267023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/9169388275701267023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-battle.html' title='The New Battle'/><author><name>Alexandre Spinelli Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730161589978883567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBp9ozd6hhVD6yg9RGnA_c__1lJZ6YKSLI0jJrKJsasFd93beKu7ZNljQMT2DWm-oZsVgpzjEAABKJ7dX3SlVft9FBwaJzn2-V608M8CWykaM7Fzim_4ByHUbMBxfiurISKJuNQxJ6ctZ8MBupCJK8BahHaHOuLrbCuNrq47HuCT4_A/s220/IMG_5075.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652150277492582535.post-2501723185002458827</id><published>2010-10-25T14:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-06-25T21:22:50.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Snow - I</title><content type='html'>And it started snowing. For the first very time, some snow was falling on the earth. The case is that God had not created snow at all. He did not know what such thing was. When he saw those small parts of the clouds falling, he hurried up to try fixing that bad done.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://images.fineartamerica.com/images-medium-large/snow-covered-trees-whistler-mountain-british-columbia-pierre-leclerc.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;132&quot; rca=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;http://images.fineartamerica.com/images-medium-large/snow-covered-trees-whistler-mountain-british-columbia-pierre-leclerc.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However after some minutes looking for some way to fix those clouds to stop snowing, he looked down and saw how beautiful was the earth covered&amp;nbsp;by that white layer. Some trees seemed to be candies covered by powdered sugar; the huge mountains looked like big chocolates with marshmallow on their top. He was marveled with so big beauty.&lt;/div&gt;
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You know, even from&amp;nbsp;mistakes, we can find beauty,</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2501723185002458827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/snow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/2501723185002458827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/2501723185002458827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/snow.html' title='The Snow - I'/><author><name>Alexandre Spinelli Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730161589978883567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBp9ozd6hhVD6yg9RGnA_c__1lJZ6YKSLI0jJrKJsasFd93beKu7ZNljQMT2DWm-oZsVgpzjEAABKJ7dX3SlVft9FBwaJzn2-V608M8CWykaM7Fzim_4ByHUbMBxfiurISKJuNQxJ6ctZ8MBupCJK8BahHaHOuLrbCuNrq47HuCT4_A/s220/IMG_5075.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652150277492582535.post-6753266814851616649</id><published>2010-10-24T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-06-25T21:19:49.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wind and The Rain</title><content type='html'>In the beginning there was not rain. There was not wind either. I mean, the people in that time believed in that. However they were wrong. The wind and the rain existed since the beginning of the times, since the very first day both were there. That people believed they didn’t exist because they had never seen them.&lt;br /&gt;
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The wind was there, but it didn’t blow, as well as the rain, which was there stopped, without rain. Both were afraid, wind thought that&amp;nbsp;if it blew it could finish. The rain had the same fear. It was afraid to finish with itself if it rained too much.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://juliemeese.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/2009-april-sun-wind-and-rain-after-david-cox.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;149&quot; rca=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;http://juliemeese.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/2009-april-sun-wind-and-rain-after-david-cox.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So God called both and said them they should do what was their reason to exist. They should trust and follow their duties.&amp;nbsp;If the rain rained it would never finish existing, at contrary it should be multiplied, as well as the wind if it blew. Each one should follow&amp;nbsp;its own&amp;nbsp;fate, and they would be even bigger and better.&lt;/div&gt;
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For the first time the wind blew spreading life all over the earth, and the rain rained blessing all living beings.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6753266814851616649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/wind-and-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/6753266814851616649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/6753266814851616649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/wind-and-rain.html' title='The Wind and The Rain'/><author><name>Alexandre Spinelli Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730161589978883567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBp9ozd6hhVD6yg9RGnA_c__1lJZ6YKSLI0jJrKJsasFd93beKu7ZNljQMT2DWm-oZsVgpzjEAABKJ7dX3SlVft9FBwaJzn2-V608M8CWykaM7Fzim_4ByHUbMBxfiurISKJuNQxJ6ctZ8MBupCJK8BahHaHOuLrbCuNrq47HuCT4_A/s220/IMG_5075.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652150277492582535.post-4561238950087338946</id><published>2010-10-23T20:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-06-25T21:15:54.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Creation of the Seasons – II</title><content type='html'>Summer met Winter in a cold, but sunny afternoon. They felt in love instantly. They got married and they had two children, Spring and Fall.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://rv-roadtrips.thefuntimesguide.com/files/260x173xcolorful-fall-foliage-by-cam-in-van-thumb-260x173.jpg.pagespeed.ic.IPkUDLrYlL.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; rca=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;http://rv-roadtrips.thefuntimesguide.com/files/260x173xcolorful-fall-foliage-by-cam-in-van-thumb-260x173.jpg.pagespeed.ic.IPkUDLrYlL.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But you know how the relationships are, after some time Summer began to complain saying Winter was too cold, and Winter responded saying Summer was too hot. They couldn’t live together anymore, so they divorced. But you know, family is family, and they had children.&lt;/div&gt;
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Now they live far from each other and their children share their times between them. Sometimes Fall leaves Summer, goes to meet Winter and stay there. Sometimes Spring leaves Winter and goes to meet Summer. Both, Spring and Fall sometimes seems to be cold as Winter, sometimes hot as Summer, but they are as they are, beautiful as all children.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4561238950087338946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/creation-of-seasons-ii.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/4561238950087338946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/4561238950087338946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/creation-of-seasons-ii.html' title='Creation of the Seasons – II'/><author><name>Alexandre Spinelli Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730161589978883567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBp9ozd6hhVD6yg9RGnA_c__1lJZ6YKSLI0jJrKJsasFd93beKu7ZNljQMT2DWm-oZsVgpzjEAABKJ7dX3SlVft9FBwaJzn2-V608M8CWykaM7Fzim_4ByHUbMBxfiurISKJuNQxJ6ctZ8MBupCJK8BahHaHOuLrbCuNrq47HuCT4_A/s220/IMG_5075.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652150277492582535.post-6441876592128031830</id><published>2010-10-22T19:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2013-08-04T19:53:51.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmWVdPaqFbaIKc8i2orPnTjrqS23ripkO7hrbX-g-4k4UKtdkuXLwQNio0lCoczVBymYXpUAAdDiP4UkdcXSrNjRBKaYfZ_djat-fqVrCtAN1LqVuKKh0uYsgrSQ6gj_zprujMdLbBqak/s1600/storm-02.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;150&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmWVdPaqFbaIKc8i2orPnTjrqS23ripkO7hrbX-g-4k4UKtdkuXLwQNio0lCoczVBymYXpUAAdDiP4UkdcXSrNjRBKaYfZ_djat-fqVrCtAN1LqVuKKh0uYsgrSQ6gj_zprujMdLbBqak/s200/storm-02.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a huge storm. The wind was the strongest ever seen. It
was pouring rain with an unbelievable quantity of water falling from the skies.
Lightning after lightning made the night seem to be a clear day, full of flashes.
The noisy of the thunders was deafening. It was the most terrifying image of
the end of the world. Nothing could stay standing in such weather.&lt;/div&gt;
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In a big and tall tree, which was sorely swinging, there was
a big eagle in its nest. It had its wings opened in the shape of a small tent, touching both
the extremities of them, as it was hiding something. Its eyes were scared
looking at all around, as waiting for some surprising attack.&lt;/div&gt;
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Under its wings there were three small baby birdies that were
not aware about what was going on. They believed the whole world was just there,
under their mother’s wings and it was a peaceful and warm place.&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6441876592128031830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/storm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/6441876592128031830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/6441876592128031830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/storm.html' title='The Storm'/><author><name>Alexandre Spinelli Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730161589978883567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBp9ozd6hhVD6yg9RGnA_c__1lJZ6YKSLI0jJrKJsasFd93beKu7ZNljQMT2DWm-oZsVgpzjEAABKJ7dX3SlVft9FBwaJzn2-V608M8CWykaM7Fzim_4ByHUbMBxfiurISKJuNQxJ6ctZ8MBupCJK8BahHaHOuLrbCuNrq47HuCT4_A/s220/IMG_5075.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmWVdPaqFbaIKc8i2orPnTjrqS23ripkO7hrbX-g-4k4UKtdkuXLwQNio0lCoczVBymYXpUAAdDiP4UkdcXSrNjRBKaYfZ_djat-fqVrCtAN1LqVuKKh0uYsgrSQ6gj_zprujMdLbBqak/s72-c/storm-02.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652150277492582535.post-1898301820316631964</id><published>2010-10-21T14:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-06-25T20:14:54.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Farmer</title><content type='html'>It was one man who had some land. It was a poor and dry land, which had no hope that one day it would be able to grow any green. However that poor man had faith. I don’t know if his faith was a natural and divine one, or if it was fruit of lack of&amp;nbsp;other option. What I know is that that man believed that he would be able to crop and take food and live from that dry soil.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://distinctive-photoimages.com/gallery/Various/slides/Tough%20Weed%20In%20Dry%20Soil.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;133&quot; rca=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;http://distinctive-photoimages.com/gallery/Various/slides/Tough%20Weed%20In%20Dry%20Soil.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He started to work in that land, day by day. It was almost impossible to realize the daily difference, but he knew that that land was getting better each single day. Some neighbors used to pass in front of his farm and make fun of him, saying he was wasting his time in such useless work, no good could come from there, but the farmer didn’t listen to those men and went ahead with his dream, even without see the fruits of his job.&lt;/div&gt;
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After some time, the land began to look better; it was looking like a productive soil. However the neighbors continued debunking his efforts.&lt;/div&gt;
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In a spring morning, the first plants appeared out of the soil. It was unbelievable, but it was true. After some weeks, the poor farmer began to harvest the first greens of his land; after some months, the first fruits; after some years, he was the most flourishing farmer of the region. &lt;br /&gt;
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His neighbors didn’t stop to come to visit his ranch, saying they were proud of his success, or that they always believed in him, or that in such good land they knew he should be successful. &lt;br /&gt;
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The farmer just smiled.&lt;br /&gt;
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He knew he was the only one who believed and worked to construct that new world.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1898301820316631964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/farmer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/1898301820316631964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/1898301820316631964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/farmer.html' title='A Farmer'/><author><name>Alexandre Spinelli Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730161589978883567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBp9ozd6hhVD6yg9RGnA_c__1lJZ6YKSLI0jJrKJsasFd93beKu7ZNljQMT2DWm-oZsVgpzjEAABKJ7dX3SlVft9FBwaJzn2-V608M8CWykaM7Fzim_4ByHUbMBxfiurISKJuNQxJ6ctZ8MBupCJK8BahHaHOuLrbCuNrq47HuCT4_A/s220/IMG_5075.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652150277492582535.post-6525385405391282629</id><published>2010-10-20T00:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-06-25T20:11:25.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Afair</title><content type='html'>God was in love, but, you know, she was not corresponding his love completely. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
God used to stay hours and hours, days and days, weeks, sometimes months, just waiting for his beloved; after all he knew she loved him, she just needed time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes she came and they could be together, so they loved each other very much. Sometimes she stayed long days without say&amp;nbsp;even a single&amp;nbsp;“Hi”.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
During this time of loneliness, of this special loneliness, in which he could feel her presence, her energy, and her love with him, in spite of her physical distance,&amp;nbsp;he began, step by step, to create the world, as fruit of this love.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6525385405391282629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/love-afair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/6525385405391282629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/6525385405391282629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/love-afair.html' title='A Love Afair'/><author><name>Alexandre Spinelli Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730161589978883567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBp9ozd6hhVD6yg9RGnA_c__1lJZ6YKSLI0jJrKJsasFd93beKu7ZNljQMT2DWm-oZsVgpzjEAABKJ7dX3SlVft9FBwaJzn2-V608M8CWykaM7Fzim_4ByHUbMBxfiurISKJuNQxJ6ctZ8MBupCJK8BahHaHOuLrbCuNrq47HuCT4_A/s220/IMG_5075.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652150277492582535.post-6099221348180111906</id><published>2010-10-19T20:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-27T22:25:37.458-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Visit</title><content type='html'>They had just moved. That small apartment had been exchanged for a good house. The one dorm apartment was past; the present was a two floors house, with three dorms, two living rooms, a big kitchen, garage, and backyard. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY-9A33re1pSfwXRUUL_czPQvRYDxGFvZbasSKLxH8w-k46W2dGC-yXmofSrcoso50G6vS92rPCbFKkS-jc7kF59w1S43R-1TcLiGCZY9LUghMtOkVsKRWMiC_xN5oYvfgDtriWCymytg/s1600/corredor_escuro.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;193&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY-9A33re1pSfwXRUUL_czPQvRYDxGFvZbasSKLxH8w-k46W2dGC-yXmofSrcoso50G6vS92rPCbFKkS-jc7kF59w1S43R-1TcLiGCZY9LUghMtOkVsKRWMiC_xN5oYvfgDtriWCymytg/s200/corredor_escuro.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That was their last visit to the old apartment where they had lived the last seven years, the first seven years of their lives together. He went to the bedroom, bathroom, living room, kitchen; it was everything okay, empty, ready to the next dweller.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She stayed during all time stopped at the doorframe, looking at inside of that small place where they had lived, where they had loved each other, and she was crying. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her female wisdom recognized that one world was just ending in that very moment.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6099221348180111906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/move-of-house.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/6099221348180111906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/6099221348180111906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/move-of-house.html' title='Last Visit'/><author><name>Alexandre Spinelli Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730161589978883567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBp9ozd6hhVD6yg9RGnA_c__1lJZ6YKSLI0jJrKJsasFd93beKu7ZNljQMT2DWm-oZsVgpzjEAABKJ7dX3SlVft9FBwaJzn2-V608M8CWykaM7Fzim_4ByHUbMBxfiurISKJuNQxJ6ctZ8MBupCJK8BahHaHOuLrbCuNrq47HuCT4_A/s220/IMG_5075.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY-9A33re1pSfwXRUUL_czPQvRYDxGFvZbasSKLxH8w-k46W2dGC-yXmofSrcoso50G6vS92rPCbFKkS-jc7kF59w1S43R-1TcLiGCZY9LUghMtOkVsKRWMiC_xN5oYvfgDtriWCymytg/s72-c/corredor_escuro.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652150277492582535.post-5457487703948487258</id><published>2010-10-18T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-06-25T20:09:13.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Genesis - II</title><content type='html'>First act: &lt;br /&gt;
God took the man &lt;br /&gt;
and put him in the garden&lt;br /&gt;
“See, the man has become&lt;br /&gt;
like one of us.”&lt;br /&gt;
Who was us?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He drove out the man&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Second act:&lt;br /&gt;
The sons of God.&lt;br /&gt;
(Who were the sons of God?)&lt;br /&gt;
saw that they were fair.&lt;br /&gt;
They took wives for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;
The sons of God&amp;nbsp;went in to &lt;br /&gt;
the daughters of humans&lt;br /&gt;
who bore children to them.&lt;br /&gt;
And Lord was sorry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The rain fell on the earth.&lt;br /&gt;
Forty days and forty nights.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Third act:&lt;br /&gt;
Now the whole earth&lt;br /&gt;
had one language&lt;br /&gt;
and the same words.&lt;br /&gt;
“Look, they are one people.&lt;br /&gt;
Let us go down&lt;br /&gt;
and confuse their language”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was an unfair competition</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5457487703948487258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/genesis-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/5457487703948487258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/5457487703948487258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/genesis-ii.html' title='Genesis - II'/><author><name>Alexandre Spinelli Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730161589978883567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBp9ozd6hhVD6yg9RGnA_c__1lJZ6YKSLI0jJrKJsasFd93beKu7ZNljQMT2DWm-oZsVgpzjEAABKJ7dX3SlVft9FBwaJzn2-V608M8CWykaM7Fzim_4ByHUbMBxfiurISKJuNQxJ6ctZ8MBupCJK8BahHaHOuLrbCuNrq47HuCT4_A/s220/IMG_5075.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652150277492582535.post-8706409456974485613</id><published>2010-10-17T13:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2012-08-13T12:13:31.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fruits of the Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;
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It was a farmers&#39; market. They were selling eggs, honey, vegetables, some cherries, and different berries. There were also many foods being sold, like bread and bakeries, some jams, some apple’s and berries’ pies.&lt;/div&gt;
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The flavor that was smelled in the air was for free. Water came abundantly to the mouth in each new step, in each new vendor we passed in front of, in each new fragrance flying directly to our noses, just to provoke and create in us an unnecessary hunger.&lt;br /&gt;
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I saw life in that market. I saw the permanent transformation, and constant movement. The seeds become trees, become fruits, become jams, breads, pies, and leave their farmer forever. Then, they are born again in other&#39;s homes, in other places, in other families, as seed to their lifes.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8706409456974485613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/fruits-of-land.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/8706409456974485613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7652150277492582535/posts/default/8706409456974485613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creationoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/fruits-of-land.html' title='The Fruits of the Land'/><author><name>Alexandre Spinelli Ferreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730161589978883567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBp9ozd6hhVD6yg9RGnA_c__1lJZ6YKSLI0jJrKJsasFd93beKu7ZNljQMT2DWm-oZsVgpzjEAABKJ7dX3SlVft9FBwaJzn2-V608M8CWykaM7Fzim_4ByHUbMBxfiurISKJuNQxJ6ctZ8MBupCJK8BahHaHOuLrbCuNrq47HuCT4_A/s220/IMG_5075.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>