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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Será que se eu errar, posso tentar novamente?? Será que vou ter essa chance?? - O melhor é tentar acertar, mas nem sempre agente consegue e acaba errando!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- O que fazer quando tudo o que você toca, desmorona?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Por melhores que sejam as minhas intenções, continuo fazendo confusão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Posso começar novamente com a minha fé abalada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Quantas vezes serão necessárias para eu acertar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;À noite, quando as estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Iluminam o meu quarto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Me sinto sozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Falando com a lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Tento chegar até você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Na esperança de que você esteja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;No outro lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Falando comigo também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ou eu sou um tolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Que fica sentado sozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Conversando com a lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304875079758501792-7867034629519504832?l=zacksales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Porém, há as pessoas que já estão no mundo há mais tempo (adultos e idosos), são obrigados a entrar no ritmo da sociedade, eles crescem de uma maneira e é praticamente como se&amp;nbsp;nascessem&amp;nbsp;novamente, porque começam a aprender tudo de novo: como se comportar, como falar, como viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A necessidade de se habituar hoje em dia é muito grande, porque o individuo precisa crescer profissionalmente, os empregos hoje em dia estão muito mais difíceis por estarem sendo modernizados, e no Brasil não há pessoas qualificadas o bastante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Os&amp;nbsp;costumes&amp;nbsp;e as idéias não fomos nós que criamos, nem escolhemos, porém temos que nos habituar e nos conformar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A socialização do homem é algo obrigatório, não dá pra ser social sendo&amp;nbsp;individualista, hoje é preciso viver em grupo, viver em união para sobreviver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; Isaque Salles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304875079758501792-6657800643254366516?l=zacksales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Será que não há um lugar, onde você sabe que o que está fazendo está errado, mas mesmo assim você quer se arriscar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Será que existe um lugar pra gritar sem limites?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Chega, eu quero viver. Não aguento mais essa vida de satisfações, desconfiança.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É isso mesmo, to dizendo que não aguento mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não aguento mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Calibri, 'Myriad Pro', Myriad, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal;"&gt;O Dr. John Mackay, presidente do Seminário de Princeton, em seu livro “O sentido da vida”, disse que não há relação mais espiritual e sublime que a amizade. A relação de amigos é mais elevada que a de irmãos, noivos ou esposos, pois há muitos irmãos, noivos e esposos que não são amigos. Vamos analisar três aspectos acerca do grande valor da amizade. Como podemos conhecer um amigo verdadeiro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Calibri, 'Myriad Pro', Myriad, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Calibri, 'Myriad Pro', Myriad, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.Um amigo é alguém que está do nosso lado ainda quando todos nos abandonam. (Pv 17.17)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Calibri, 'Myriad Pro', Myriad, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;A Bíblia diz: “Em todo tempo ama o amigo, e na angústia se faz o irmão” (Pv 17.17). Um amigo é o primeiro a entrar, depois de todos terem abandonado a casa. Ele se aproxima não para tirar-lhe algo, mas para oferecer-lhe tudo, sua amizade. Há duas caricaturas de amizade, que não passam de uma falsa amizade. A primeira é a amizade tabernária. Nenhum liame existe entre os amigos “tabernários” além do desejo comum de matar o tempo, de tomar uns copos, de contar pilhérias um tanto escabrosas, de maldizer o próximo e fazer farra. Esses amigos dispersam-se na hora da angústia, como os amigos do Filho Pródigo fugiram, deixando-o faminto e necessitado. A segunda amizade falsa é a amizade utilitária. É a daqueles para quem todo “amigo” é uma conveniência, um meio atual ou potencial de facilitar-lhes os interesses. Essa amizade é uma espécie de pesca de favores, honras, posições e lucros. Essa espécie de amizade constitui-se numa ameaça para a moralidade pública. Distribuem-se os cargos não pelos méritos pessoais dos candidatos, mas pelo número de “amigos” que possuem. Mas, se há “amizade” falsa, existe também a amizade verdadeira. O amigo verdadeiro ama em todo tempo. O vendaval só conseguirá que os verdadeiros amigos deitem raízes mais profundas, entrelançando-se-lhes as radículas no solo do amor eterno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4e4e4e; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Calibri, 'Myriad Pro', Myriad, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Calibri, 'Myriad Pro', Myriad, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Um amigo é alguém que não precisa usar máscaras para desfrutar de intimidade (Pv 18.24)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Calibri, 'Myriad Pro', Myriad, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;A Bíblia diz: “… há amigo mais chegado do que um irmão” (Pv 18.24). Um amigo verdadeiro não precisa de formalidades e convencionalidades para se aproximar de nós. Ele nos conhece e nos ama não apenas por causa das nossas virtudes, mas também apesar dos nossos defeitos. O verdadeiro amigo é aquele que está perto nas horas de celebração e também nos tempos de choro. Ele é capaz de chorar conosco na dor e cantar conosco nos dias de festa. A verdadeira amizade derruba paredes e constrói corredores; nivela os vales e constrói pontes. A Bíblia destaca a amizade de Davi e Jônatas. Essa amizade foi santa, íntegra e fiel. Esses dois jovens buscavam o bem um do outro. Eles protegiam um ao outro. Um amigo verdadeiro não se nutre de suspeitas nem dá ouvidos à intriga. Não há amizade sem lealdade. A intriga é o verdugo da amizade. A amizade é edificada sobre o fundamento da verdade e cresce com o cultivo da intimidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Calibri, 'Myriad Pro', Myriad, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4e4e4e; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Calibri, 'Myriad Pro', Myriad, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Um amigo é alguém que prefere o desconforto do confronto á comodidade da omissão (Pv 27.17)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Calibri, 'Myriad Pro', Myriad, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;A Bíblia diz: “Como o ferro com o ferro se afia, assim o homem ao seu amigo” (Pv 27.17). Uma amizade verdadeira não é construída sobre a cumplicidade no erro, mas sobre o confronto da verdade. As feridas feitas pelo amigo são melhores do que as lisonjas do bajulador. Uma amizade leal não se acovarda na hora do confronto. Há circunstâncias em que a maior prova de amizade está em aceitar o risco de perdê-la, em nome da própria amizade. A Bíblia nos ensina a falar a verdade em amor. A Bíblia nos orienta a servir de suporte uns para os outros. A Bíblia nos manda corrigir aos que são surpreendidos na prática de alguma falta, e isso, com espírito de brandura. Não existe amizade indolor. Não existe amizade omissa. Um amigo é alguém que tem liberdade, direito e responsabilidade de exortar, corrigir e orientar seu confrade quando vislumbra a chegada de um perigo ameaçador. Nesse mundo timbrado pela solidão e pelo isolamento, onde florescem as “amizades virtuais”, precisamos cultivar amizades verdadeiras, amizades que glorificam a Deus, edificam a igreja e abençoam a família!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Calibri, 'Myriad Pro', Myriad, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4e4e4e; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Um sonho é algo que cresce dentro de nós, é algo que começa a brotar em nossos corações por algum fato, por alguém, é uma sensação que não pode ser descrita em bonitas palavras, é algo que é preciso sentir para saber o que é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sonhos podem ser de várias formas, podem ser sonhos financeiros ou o desejo de conhece alguém, pode ser uma profissão ou passar no vestibular, pode ser um carro ou até mesmo um filho, os sonhos de que falo nesse texto, são os sonhos materiais, sonhos físicos, que podem ser tocados, que na maioria das vezes dependem e nós mesmos, da nossa dedicação em conseguir alcançar aquela meta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Em minha opinião, os sonhos tem um valor sim, pode ser 280,00; 400,00; 1.000,00; 1 milhão, mas o que realmente não tem valor mesmo, é a realização desse sonho, a alegria em ver aquilo que você sempre almejou se concretizar, o sorriso que não vai sair do seu rosto por muito tempo, após você realizar um sonho, você sente o sol &amp;nbsp;te aquecer mais, você vê mais alegria nas manhãs em que você acorda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nesse mundo atual cheio de violência e trevas, o que precisamos é de pessoas realizando seus sonhos, ver pessoas felizes. Nesse mundo que já dizemos muitas vezes que está perdido, ver no sorriso de uma criança a esperança de realizar um sonho é gratificante e tentar ajudá-la é a melhor coisa que temos a fazer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: left;"&gt;A Ele não se engana, pois o homem vê apenas a aparência, mas o Senhor, Vê o pronfundo e oculto do coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: left;"&gt;Pense nisso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: left;"&gt;Faz alguns meses que já o estou fazendo. Por isso as minhas máscaras foram pro lixo! Ufa! Espero não ter mais nenhuma! Tanks Jesus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;“&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ora, há diversidade de dons, mas o Espírito é o mesmo. E há diversidade de ministérios, mas o Senhor é o mesmo. E há diversidade de operações, mas é o mesmo Deus que opera tudo em todos. Mas a manifestação do Espírito é dada a cada um, para o que for útil. ”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Coríntios 12:4-7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #555555; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;À medida que vamos conhecendo igrejas e ministérios e nos inteirando das dificuldades enfrentadas por cada um, tenho a consciência mais clara de que o primeiro desafio a ser vencido se refere ao chamado ministerial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #555555; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;O que mais vemos por aí são pessoas certas nos lugares errados. Sabe o que isso significa? Pessoas que têm um coração sincero para servir a Deus e fazer a Sua obra, mas que estão atuando no lugar errado. Essa pessoa que atua no lugar errado sempre se sente como “um peixe fora do aquário”, nunca se sente confortável, e o trabalho no ministério para ela é feito com muito esforço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #555555; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Temos muitos exemplos na Bíblia de pessoas que cumpriram seu ministério debaixo da graça de Deus porque estavam no lugar certo. Eu poderia citar Gideão. Ou Elias. Ester. Isaías. Jeremias. Homens e mulheres que entenderam o propósito de suas vidas e estavam no lugar certo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #555555; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Quando estamos no lugar certo, temos um sentimento de paz no espírito. Vemos a mão de Deus operando, direcionando, guiando. Mas quando você está no lugar errado, toda essa paz interior desaparece. Parece que tudo tem de acontecer com muita dificuldade. É um esforço diferente da fé e da perseverança que acompanham os ministérios frutíferos. O ministério se torna um fardo, e tanto você quanto as pessoas à sua volta percebem que existe algo errado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #555555; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Mas como descobrir o chamado específico de Deus em minha vida? Quero apresentar aqui três passos que nos ajudam a entender e a discernir o chamado de Deus em nossas vidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #555555; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="style2" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1.Orando e jejuando&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #555555; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Na vida cristã não existe atalho. A primeira forma de saber de Deus qual é o nosso chamado, seja ele em que área for, é buscando a Sua presença. É com muita oração que ouvimos a voz de Deus. É jejuando que nos tornamos mais sensíveis à Sua voz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #555555; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;2. Olhe para os seus talentos naturais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #555555; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A Bíblia nos diz no Salmo 139 que, antes mesmo que nascêssemos, todos os nossos dias já estavam escritos. Deus plantou em cada um de nós talentos, habilidades que Ele sabe que são necessários para cumprirmos o propósito d'Ele em nossas vidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #555555; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;3. Tente, experimente e esteja disposto a errar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #555555; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Muitas pessoas não descobrem o seu lugar ministerial porque não estão dispostas a se expor e a errar. Ficam sempre na sua zona de conforto, não querendo ser repreendidas por ninguém. Mas para descobrirmos o nosso lugar precisamos nos expor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #555555; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lembre-se: um ministério frutífero é composto por pessoas certas que estão nos lugares certos. Descubra o seu lugar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #555555; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fl6lM7GI5Uk/TgP-CH6li8I/AAAAAAAAAPU/ylS2py3d9jM/s1600/e_eterno_eienno.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fl6lM7GI5Uk/TgP-CH6li8I/AAAAAAAAAPU/ylS2py3d9jM/s320/e_eterno_eienno.jpg" width="108" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-size: x-small;"&gt;永遠の= Eterno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;"Vocês seguem dentro do meu coração, na frase de um simples canção vejo os teus rostos, vocês continuam percorrendo o meu coração, pra esquecer de vocês, precisarei voltar a nascer e renunciar todo amor que vocês me deram...E isso eu não quero"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;"Por amor a você...Sofri"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;"Não quero tirar do meu coração, a vibração de suas vozes; Um coral mais que perfeito"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;"Não encontro nada que supere aqueles tempos, nada se compara a você"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;"Ao perder o seu olhar, algo estranho me aconteceu - Algo que não dizer o que é"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;"Vocês desapareceram sem avisar, o que houve entre vocês e&amp;nbsp;eu&amp;nbsp;já não quer &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; voltar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;"Ninguém pode adivinhar o que o coração quer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;"As tuas lembranças são pra mim, uma viagem longa, com muitas malas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;"Deixem que eles digam que não é verdade, mas eu sei que o nosso amor será para sempre"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;"Quero me esconder em seus braços, escutar a tua voz e assim sonhar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;"Não pensei, apostei mais uma vez e perdi novamente"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;"Não vou entregar o meu coração, a quem não acredita no amor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;"Deixo você me olhar, mas não me tocar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;"Jamais poderei substituir o amor de vocês, nem repetir o que senti com vocês, sempre serei grato"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;"Lembrarei de vocês quando o Sol sair, ou quando a nossa música tocar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;"Chegou o fim, porém eu fico feliz, por saber que fui feliz durante muito tempo ao seu lado"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Nossa, quantas tristezas compartilhadas, muita alegria vocês me deram, te vi partir"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304875079758501792-5429081578146429897?l=zacksales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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(Jean Haberman)</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Em nossa vida corrida, pouco tempo nos sobra para apreciar as coisas, e o reflexo disso é visto em pesquisas em todo o mundo. O "Stress" é considerado o mal deste século. Estamos&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tão ocupados&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;com&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tantas coisas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;que não relaxamos mais, não curtimos nossos amigos e não paramos para dar boas gargalhadas. Às vezes até mesmo a nossa "rotina cristã" tem nos afastado de ser felizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Encontramos uma oração muito interessante no salmo 51:12: "Restaura em mim a ALEGRIA da Tua salvação...". Davi sabia muito bem o que estava pedindo! A salvação deve produzir em nós alegria, devíamos ser o povo mais alegre da face da Terra! Nós temos motivos para nos "esborrachar" de tanto rir, estavamos mortos e hoje estamos vivos, estavamos destinados ao inferno mas agora estamos a cada dia mais próximos do céu! Aleluia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Devemos nos levar menos a sério, não consigo associar a figura de Jesus à uma pessoa carrancuda e mal-humorada. A bíblia diz que as criancinhas vinham até Ele, e se tem um medidor preciso que detecta pessoas carrancudas são as crianças. Mas as crianças não corriam "de" Jesus, elas corriam "para" Jesus. Nosso mestre foi e é uma pessoa alegre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;É a alegria do Senhor que é a nossa força, e não as Suas solenidades ou seriedade. Apoie-se nessa alegria e seja alegre. Curta os momentos bons da vida, curta seus amigos, curta sua família, mas acima de tudo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Sorria! Você está sendo filmado (pelo Senhor).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304875079758501792-3951784391222973570?l=zacksales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00ccff; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Saudade das pessoas que me faziam feliz...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00ccff; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Saudade do tempo em que a preocupação era algo que não existia...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00ccff; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Saudade da minha inocência...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00ccff; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Saudade do meu sorriso, que parecia o de uma criança ao ganhar presente novo...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00ccff; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Saudade daquelas pessoas que corriam pra me abraçar...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00ccff; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Saudade daqueles que sempre me deram conselhos...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00ccff; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Saudade da amizade verdadeira...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00ccff; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Saudade de quando tudo era mais simples...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00ccff; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Saudade de alguém forte pra me levantar...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00ccff; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Saudade daqueles que ficaram no meio do caminho e me deixaram caminhar sozinho...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00ccff; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Saudade do que não volta, saudade do que é passado e não será mais futuro...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00ccff; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Somente a saudade e as boas lembranças me restam...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304875079758501792-8432752568752378089?l=zacksales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Eis que eu estou convosco&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;todos os dias&lt;/em&gt;, até a consumação dos séculos"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mateus 28:20&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Nem sempre os nossos dias são feitos de eventos e situações empolgantes. A verdade é que grande parte de nosso dia à dia é composto por rotinas, responsabilidades e preocupações comuns à vida humana. É normal que essas coisas ofusquem a alegria e o viço da vida. A Bíblia nos conta histórias fascinantes de homens e mulheres usados por Deus de uma forma sobrenatural para cumprir um propósito, mas essas histórias aconteceram em um determinado momento da vida dessas pessoas. O que será que acontecia nos dias não relatados pela bíblia? Será que entre as muitas revelações e situações de tirar o fôlego que Paulo viveu não havia a exaustão e a preocupação com seus negócios (fazer tendas)? Será que Davi não tinha dias de tédio e desinteresse em meio as suas funções reais? Somos tentados a achar que a vida de grandes homens e mulheres do passado e do presente eram ou são cheios de vivências arrebatadoras, mas acredito que todos vivem mais tempo em meio a um viver comum do que na adrenalina das grandes aventuras.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Todos os dias podem se tornar especiais se aprendermos a estar contentes e satisfeitos com as coisas comuns sabendo que Deus está sempre presente. Entre as realizações das grandes promessas de Deus para nós, vem um período longo de conviver com o que é ordinário e trivial, mas nem por isso deixa de ser bom. O extraordinário está em enxergar Deus agindo e interagindo na simplicidade do ser.&lt;br /&gt;
Da próxima vez que for a padaria desfrute da sensação de poder prover para sua família um alimento gostoso que não faltou naquele dia e que vai te proporcionar um momento único ao redor de uma mesa com aqueles que você ama. Isso também é maravilhosamente empolgante.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w7ta5drWP24/TcYAUQhtZOI/AAAAAAAAAPI/qWvElnJORps/s1600/tedio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w7ta5drWP24/TcYAUQhtZOI/AAAAAAAAAPI/qWvElnJORps/s200/tedio.jpg" width="185" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Os amigos sempre presentes para o bem ou para o mal, nas boas e nas piores horas.&lt;br /&gt;
São as fases mais importantes e mais nítidas dessa época.&lt;br /&gt;
E o amor, o primeiro amor.&amp;nbsp;Sempre me lembrarei, impossível esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;
Amores, amigos, não importa o longe ou perto que estejam, sempre os levarei junto a mim.&lt;br /&gt;
E sei que estou com vocês, porque o que sou hoje está presente no que sempre fomos e aprendemos.&lt;br /&gt;
A vocês, meus grandes amigos e inimigos, lhes digo obrigado eternamente, por fazerem parte de uma importante fase da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;
Você pode passar por vários lugares, conhecer gente nova, mas você nunca se esquecerá da sua época de colégio" &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Faremos 6 anos de amizade (07/07) , batalhando juntos, obrigado por me suportar!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304875079758501792-8416567287355159939?l=zacksales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;É impressionante, parece que tudo quer me abalar, de onde eu menos espero, recebo um golpe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A solidão, a falta de ter alguém para me abraçar, para eu contar meus problemas e segredos, pra chorar junto comigo quando for necessário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Essa solidão invade meus sonhos, aperta o meu coração e abala a minha alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mesmo eu sabendo que tudo isso vai passar, que por essas montanhas rochosas eu vou subir e vou vencer, essa &amp;nbsp;falta ainda me dói.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tenho saudades do tempo em que eu me sentia amado, que tinha sempre um amigo para qualquer situação do meu lado, que quando eu olhasse sempre teria alguém segurando a minha mão e dizendo: FORÇA, eu tô contigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje tudo me parece tão superficial, tão ficção, parece que tudo isso não existe, nunca existiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sabe o que é, você olhar ao seu lado e ver seus amigos felizes, e só você ali no meio, com aquele sorriso superficial e ninguém perceber que você está mal? Pois então!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não vejo a hora disso acabar, dessa dor sumir; Jesus, volta logo, por favor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Aqueles que sempre pensei que nunca iam me decepcionar, me decepcionaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Os que nunca iam me deixar, me deixaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j2mvUvzoe84/TcNWoo-A7sI/AAAAAAAAAOs/f9RYC9DMzCY/s1600/SDC18562.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j2mvUvzoe84/TcNWoo-A7sI/AAAAAAAAAOs/f9RYC9DMzCY/s200/SDC18562.JPG" width="106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O bom é que sei esconder tudo isso &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;↑&lt;/span&gt;, mas não aguentava mais, precisava botar pra fora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sei que muita gente vai ler isso, inclusive meus amigos que citei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas não me importo, já desabafei, não preciso de mais ninguém agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tenho que aprender a fazer isso mais vezes, tenho Eu, tenho meu Caderno, tenho meu Blog. Ah, é bom desabafar, estou bem melhor agora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304875079758501792-1005249064758180280?l=zacksales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A cada segundo que se passa, alguém morre, alguém é&amp;nbsp;seqüestrado, quem te garante que você um dia não possa ser esse alguém?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Podemos sofrer um atentado em qualquer momento, pois então, viva o tempo que você tem, viva a vida que Deus te deu, Ele não te deu a vida para você sofrer, ser triste; Mas Ele&amp;nbsp;também&amp;nbsp;disse que não seria fácil.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Então, viva,&amp;nbsp;grite, quebre regras, corra...Aproveite!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não importa a idade que você tem (...1, 9, 18, 25, 37, 60...100...), seja feliz, ninguém pode ser feliz por você, só você é&amp;nbsp;responsável&amp;nbsp;pela sua felicidade, faça o que te faz feliz.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não tenha medo do que os outros vão pensar ou falar. Seja feliz e expresse, demonstre sua felicidade; Pois há pessoas que ficam felizes simplesmente porque você está feliz, sorrindo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Então, o que você está esperando?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #9900cc; font-size: 19px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Kozuka Gothic Pro R';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V6Nh37UY4FI/Tbd5_IHIeLI/AAAAAAAAAOE/YWQ7jgZRSrw/s1600/SDC18633.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V6Nh37UY4FI/Tbd5_IHIeLI/AAAAAAAAAOE/YWQ7jgZRSrw/s400/SDC18633.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9900cc; font-size: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Kozuka Gothic Pro R';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9900cc; font-family: 'Kozuka Gothic Pro R'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9900cc; font-size: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Kozuka Gothic Pro R';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;Procuro, invento, descubro razões e motivos para viver num mundo de sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Kozuka Gothic Pro R';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #9900cc; font-size: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Kozuka Gothic Pro R';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9900cc; font-family: 'Kozuka Gothic Pro R'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Um mundo em que nada é real, que tudo só existe porque eu quero, que nele só existem pessoas que eu quero, que eu preciso, por isso vivo sonhando.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9900cc; font-size: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Kozuka Gothic Pro R';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9900cc; font-family: 'Kozuka Gothic Pro R'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Vivo no meu mundo de sonhos, porque lá não há tristeza e as lágrimas só rolam de alegria, uma alegria verdadeira, sem ser forçada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9900cc; font-size: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Kozuka Gothic Pro R';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9900cc; font-family: 'Kozuka Gothic Pro R'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Lá é onde o amor é o caminho para tudo, as pessoas se amam sem ao mesmo se conhecerem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9900cc; font-size: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Kozuka Gothic Pro R';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9900cc; font-family: 'Kozuka Gothic Pro R'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Ah, como sonhar é bom! Como é bom viver sem &amp;nbsp;medo de ser feliz! É tudo tão bom, tudo tão suave!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9900cc; font-size: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Kozuka Gothic Pro R';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9900cc; font-family: 'Kozuka Gothic Pro R'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;É bom colocar a cabeça no travesseiro e sonhar com as minhas fantasias mais loucas, pulando e correndo sobre as águas, saltando de penhascos, surfando em vulcões cheios de lava.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9900cc; font-size: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Kozuka Gothic Pro R';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Primeiramente, agradeço demais a ele por ter&amp;nbsp;disponibilizado&amp;nbsp;um tempo para escrever esse texto, agradeço de verdade mesmo. E espero que possa escrever mais vezes, rsrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Então vamos lá, primeiramente vocês conhecerão quem é o nosso escritor convidado, fiz uma pequena entrevista sobre o perfil dele, muito produtiva e engraçada por sinal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="capitulacao"&gt;Nome:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Isaac Abda&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Idade:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;b&gt;29 Anos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Cidade&amp;nbsp;onde nasceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;: &lt;b&gt;Feira de Santana &lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Homem bonito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Montgomery Clift&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Mulher bonita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;: &lt;b&gt;Liz Taylor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Não vive sem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;: &lt;b&gt;Jesus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Dia ou noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;: &lt;b&gt;Noite&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Viagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;: &lt;b&gt;Praia de Imbassaí&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;: &lt;b&gt;Dia de domingo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Comida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;: &lt;b&gt;Lasanha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Não sai de casa sem: &lt;/span&gt;Óculos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Frase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;: &lt;b&gt;Tudo vale a pena, quando a alma não é pequena. (Fernando Pessoa)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Livro: &lt;/span&gt;Seis horas de uma Sexta-Feira (Max Lucado)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Filme: &lt;/span&gt;E o Vento Levou&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Qual lugar do mundo você ainda não visitou, mas pretende visitar:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Portugal “um desejo a realizar”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Seu estilo: &lt;/span&gt;Estilo bem próprio, não sigo modismo, uso o que eu gosto e que tenha a ver com o meu perfil.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Uma frase, a que vier na sua cabeça: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;Os sonhos podem ser concretizados desde que haja perseverança e bom senso!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ADOLESCÊNCIA DE BEM COM A VIDA!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A adolescência é uma fase preciosa na vida de todo ser humano. Repleta de conflitos, alegrias, sonhos, aventuras, paixões, decepções, mas sobretudo de descobertas, por isso mesmo é de fundamental importância que seja vivida intensamente, sem atropelá-la. &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;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;São muitos os exemplos de jovens que, cedo experimentam sensações próprias aos adultos e mais tarde arrependem-se, mas não conseguem voltar no tempo, pois isso não é possível. Daí vem as tristezas, amarguras por ter desperdiçado o tempo dado por Deus e de igual modo a todos.&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;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Até mesmo os aspectos “negativos” da adolescência não devem ser burlados, se bem que isso nem é possível a nenhum homem, pois faz parte do ser, criado por Deus. Sendo assim, a instabilidade tão característica da imaturidade da turma jovem, é absolutamente compreensível e também os pais devem entendê-la. As mudanças a que passam os adolescentes vão além da voz, do corpo, enfim, perpassam pela formação da personalidade. Se isso for combatido pela ignorância de alguns, poderá sem dúvida, acarretar num futuro desastroso. &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;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A Bíblia diz que tudo tem o seu tempo determinado, e há tempo para todo o propósito debaixo do céu (Eclesiastes 3.1). Esse texto ratifica o exposto acima, pois se há um tempo determinado para tudo, deve ser respeitado e vivenciado.&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;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Então que cada leitor desse espaço, sendo adolescente, possa refletir se está vivendo na plenitude dessa fase tão magnífica e que depois que passa deixa apenas saudades. É muito bom chegar a maturidade, mas sem uma adolescência feliz a fase adulta é sinônimo de frustração. Não queira essa palavra como companhia para o resto da vida... Viva a sua adolescência de bem consigo, com a família e amigos, com a vida enfim, mas principalmente de BEM COM DEUS!!! &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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Isaac Abda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;a href="http://possocontarcontigo.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://possocontarcontigo.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;Agradeço&amp;nbsp;mais&amp;nbsp;uma vez, muito Obrigado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304875079758501792-1587051293934553014?l=zacksales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;É possível imaginar uma flor nascer do asfalto e saber que neste mundo você pode roubar o Paraíso sem ser julgado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Eu digo: sim é possível!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Em um mundo urbano e "embaçado" de possibilidades. O cinza da poluição é a fumaça da lâmpada mágica que realizará seus desejos e o barulho do transito e do povo, é a trilha sonora da sua vitória.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Nenhuma cor escura apagará seus sonhos cheios de cores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Acredite no que você deseja, e não no mundo que você vê ou nas palavras que você escuta. Tudo é possível. Cada um luta com a arma que tem. Com qual arma você vai lutar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304875079758501792-6173649325697653962?l=zacksales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Adobe Arabic';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'; font-size: 15pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Somos constantemente pressionados pela sociedade, que quer nos transformar em máquinas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Adobe Arabic';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'; font-size: 15pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O contentamento do pouco que nos acontece, do pouco que se têm, do pouco que se ganha. A negação do que eu quero ser&amp;nbsp; e do que eu quero ganhar. Estas são algumas atitudes que diferenciam o sobreviver do viver.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Adobe Arabic';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'; font-size: 15pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Viver, é ser dono dos nossos próprios sonhos e responsável pelas nossas grandes realizações, traçando nossos próprio destino e participando do jogo da existência.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Adobe Arabic';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'; font-size: 15pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É preciso evoluir nossas atitudes. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Adobe Arabic';"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'; font-size: 23pt;"&gt;SHOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'; font-size: 23pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'; font-size: 23pt;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'; font-size: 23pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'; font-size: 23pt;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'; font-size: 23pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'; font-size: 23pt;"&gt;EXIST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Adobe Arabic';"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'; font-size: 15pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu aprendi, a vida é um jogo!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Adobe Arabic';"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'; font-size: 15pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A certeza é comodidade, a dúvida é desafio!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Adobe Arabic';"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'; font-size: 23pt;"&gt;CHALLENGE YOURSELF, TO LIVE TO JUST LIVE!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Adobe Arabic';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'; font-size: 15pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seja um survivor do sobreviver. A libertação do “pouco” e um start para ser “muito”.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ccffff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304875079758501792-8820531648604287629?l=zacksales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPpEbh836Y/TaEWgsWj5BI/AAAAAAAAANc/OUxR9caEdDg/s1600/pq.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPpEbh836Y/TaEWgsWj5BI/AAAAAAAAANc/OUxR9caEdDg/s200/pq.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ela tem me alegrado, me feito feliz!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRPpEbh836Y/TaEWgsWj5BI/AAAAAAAAANc/OUxR9caEdDg/s1600/pq.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ela me dá um abraço que só ela tem, um abraço de ternura, um abraço sincero!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Com ela, não penso em mais nada, em nenhuma&amp;nbsp;conseqüência!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ela tem sido um presente enviado direto dos céus, direto de Deus pra minha vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Amo ela demais, nem eu sei a medida desse amor, e não quero saber...Quero só que esse amor cresça a cada dia, que dure e que seja eterno!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y8drJ2osYY8/TaEWa5ZH3TI/AAAAAAAAANY/U9H8KPQigkk/s1600/PIC_2498.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y8drJ2osYY8/TaEWa5ZH3TI/AAAAAAAAANY/U9H8KPQigkk/s1600/PIC_2498.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Te amo demais, demais mesmo...Milena Esquivel &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://milenaesquivel.blogspot.com/"&gt;: )&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Chega, cansei de ouvir as pessoas dizendo que pra ser homem, é preciso gostar e saber jogar futebol, pra ser homem tem que ficar assobiando/cobiçando alguma mulher na rua, para ser homem é preciso andar só com homens, pra ser homem não pode chorar, não pode ser sensível, pra ser homem tem que ter o coração duro, não pode sofrer, pra ser homem, principalmente na&amp;nbsp;adolescência&amp;nbsp;é preciso se rum garanhão com as mulheres, ser homem nos conceitos atuais é preciso ser forte, aguentar dores físicas, pra ser homem não pode andar com roupas de estilo, é ser um bruto, um verdadeiro homem das cavernas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PARA!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não é necessário isso tudo acima para ser considerado homem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Homem pode jogar qualquer esporte sem ser futebol; Pode até fazer Ginástica Olímpica;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ao invés de conquistar várias mulheres, ser um garanhão,&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;conquiste a mesma todos os dias.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Você será um homem e tanto.E será mais feliz;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Qual é, é bem melhor andar rodeado de mulheres, do que rodeado de homens. Concorda?;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Homem chora sim, não existe esse que não chora;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Só um homem de verdade olha pra Jesus que chora e diz,&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o amor me faz assim;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Homem é um ser sensível também, se tem sentimentos. Pra ter sentimentos é necessário senti-los e pra senti-los é necessário ser sensível;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Ser homem de verdade não é ser o forte em todas as situações, mas saber estender as mãos para&amp;nbsp;pedir ajuda. -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;“Quando sou fraco é que sou forte!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline !important; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ser homem de verdade é uma grande aventura. Sempre muitas&amp;nbsp;decisões&amp;nbsp;a tomar, sempre uma&amp;nbsp;fortaleza&amp;nbsp;a manter, sempre uma&amp;nbsp;segurança&amp;nbsp;a oferecer. Mas a masculinidade em Deus me permite ser isso tudo sem peso, mas ser de verdade! Sem medo de&amp;nbsp;recomeçar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É saber olhar pra Jesus,&amp;nbsp;modelo de homem perfeito, e ter a coragem de seguir seus passos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Em um mundo que quer acabar com a imagem do homem segundo o coração de Deus, quero dizer:&amp;nbsp;Somos homens e o queremos ser cada vez mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Porque Deus nos criou para sermos&amp;nbsp;guerreiros&amp;nbsp;que lutam pelo que é certo e que lutam pelo verdadeiro amor. Isso não é um&amp;nbsp;sonho, é uma&amp;nbsp;realidade:&amp;nbsp;Ser um homem de verdade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Se vc é um Homem que ainda segue esses&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;conceitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;errados, tenha certeza de que está surgindo um novo omem sem H que quer liberar suas lágrimas, que pode dizer não na cama, pode ser tirado pra &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; dançar, pode trocar fraldas, simbolizar seu orgão de amor mais por coisas gostosas do que por instrumentos de guerra; Esse novo omem que resgatar sua sensibilidade, quer descobrir que há um coração pulsante escondido sob esse peito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline !important; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline !important; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mgu2vZ3ly1Y/TaD5ZFhsXdI/AAAAAAAAANU/aK57OpuGyCU/s1600/page.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mgu2vZ3ly1Y/TaD5ZFhsXdI/AAAAAAAAANU/aK57OpuGyCU/s200/page.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;O&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;RMS&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Titanic&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;foi um&amp;nbsp;navio&amp;nbsp;transatlântico&amp;nbsp;e o maior navio de passageiros do mundo quando foi lançado para sua viagem inaugural de&amp;nbsp;Southampton,Inglaterra, para&amp;nbsp;Nova York&amp;nbsp;em&amp;nbsp;10 de abril&amp;nbsp;de&amp;nbsp;1912. Após quatro dias de viagem, as 23:40 do dia&amp;nbsp;14 de abril, colidiu com um&amp;nbsp;iceberg&amp;nbsp;e afundou as 2:20 do dia seguinte, resultando na morte de 1.517, e um dos mais mortais desastres maritímos em época de paz da história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;O&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Titanic&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;tinha 269,10 metros de comprimento e 28 m de largura, uma&amp;nbsp;tonelagem bruta&amp;nbsp;de 46,328 toneladas, e uma altura da linha d'água até o deque de botes de 18 metros. O&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Titanic&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;continha dois&amp;nbsp;motores&amp;nbsp;de quatro&amp;nbsp;cilindros&amp;nbsp;de expansão tripla, invertido com&amp;nbsp;motores a vapor&amp;nbsp;e uma&amp;nbsp;turbina de baixa pressão Parsons&amp;nbsp;de três&amp;nbsp;hélices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;O RMS&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Titanic&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;pertencia a&amp;nbsp;White Star Line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Foi construído pelos estaleiros da&amp;nbsp;Harland and Wolffem&amp;nbsp;Belfast,&amp;nbsp;Irlanda do Norte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Ele saíu em direção a Nova York com 2.227 pessoas abordo, u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;m número desproporcional de homens morreu devido ao protocolo de "mulheres e crianças primeiro" que foi empregado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Foi um grande choque para muitos que, apesar das grandes medidas de segurança, o&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Titanic&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;tenha afundado, e o fato de ter naufragado em sua viagem inaugural adicionou uma natureza irônica a tragédia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;O navio iniciou a sua viagem inaugural de&amp;nbsp;Southampton, na&amp;nbsp;Inglaterra, com destino à cidade de&amp;nbsp;Nova York, nos&amp;nbsp;Estados Unidos, na quarta-feira,&amp;nbsp;10 de Abril&amp;nbsp;de&amp;nbsp;1912, com o Capitão&amp;nbsp;Edward J. Smith&amp;nbsp;no comando. Assim que abandonou o seu cais, o&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Titanic&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;provocou a aproximação do&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;SS New York&lt;/i&gt;, que estava ancorado nas proximidades, rompendo as suas amarras e quase se chocando com o navio, a tempo de os rebocadores retirarem o&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Titanic&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;do canal. O acidente atrasou a partida em uma hora. Depois de atravessar o&amp;nbsp;Canal da Mancha, o&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Titanic&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;parou em&amp;nbsp;Cherbourg,&amp;nbsp;França, para receber mais passageiros e parou novamente no dia seguinte em Queenstown (hoje conhecida como&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cobh" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Cobh&lt;/a&gt;), na&amp;nbsp;Irlanda, antes de prosseguir para Nova Iorque com 2,240 pessoas a bordo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;"&gt;A Colisão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Ao anoitecer de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;14 de Abril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;, o Comandante Smith depois de receber um aviso de presença de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;icebergs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;na zona, manda reforçar a vigia no mastro de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;proa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;e fornecer binóculos. Esses equipamentos não foram encontrados e os vigias tiveram que fazer o seu trabalho apenas visualmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Às 23h40, os vigias do mastro Frederick Fleet e Reginald Lee, avistam uma sombra mais escura que o mar. A imensa sombra cresceu rapidamente e revelou ser um imenso iceberg na direção do navio. Imediatamente o pânico deu lugar aos reflexos e Fleet tocou o sino de alerta do mastro três vezes e ergueu o comunicador para falar com a Ponte de Comando. Preciosos segundos se perderam até que o comunicador foi atendido pelo Sexto Oficial Paul Moody onde Fleet gritou "Iceberg logo à frente". O Primeiro Oficial que ouvira e vira a imensa massa de gelo na direção do navio, entrou na ponte de comando. Gritou, ordenando ao timoneiro Robert Hitchens "tudo a estibordo", e à casa de máquinas, "máquinas a ré toda a força", foi a pior coisa que ele poderia ter ordenado, a reversão dos motores, pois, dada a pequena distância que separava o Titanic do iceberg, e mesmo apesar da grande potência de torção que os motores transmitiam às hélices, ele não tinha tempo de parar, para além do mais que o reverso dos motores fez perder a eficácia do leme, pois o leme consegue mudar o rumo do navio com a água a passar por ele com grande força. Com a reversão do movimento das hélices, esse forte fluxo de água que corria para o leme foi cortado em mais de 70 por cento, e quando os motores ganharam aceleração para as hélices, a água que pelo leme passava não era suficiente para deslocar rapidamente o navio para evitar a colisão. Se os motores tivessem sido mantidos em marcha para a frente a todo o vapor, e tivessem virado o leme ao máximo a estibordo, o Titanic teria passado a escassos metros do iceberg, talvez a 5 metros de distancia ou um pouco menos, mas ainda hoje ele poderia existir. Na ponte de comando e no mastro de proa, os tripulantes observaram inertes o imenso iceberg vindo em rumo de colisão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Após a Colisão - O Desastre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Por volta das&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;0h01&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;do dia&amp;nbsp;15 de Abril, o Comandante Smith dirige-se à cabine de telégrafos e solicita para que os operadores do turno, Jack Phillips e Harold Bride, enviem a posição do navio junto com um pedido de ajuda. "SOS. Abalroamos um Iceberg. Afundamento rápido. Venham ajudar-nos".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Às&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;0h05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, o Comandante Smith reuniu os oficiais e informou-os do ocorrido. Solicitou que os passageiros fossem acordados e que se dirigissem ao convés onde se encontravam os botes salva-vidas para serem evacuados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Às&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;0h31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, os botes começam a ser preenchidos com "mulheres e crianças primeiro". Os primeiros botes foram lançados sem ter a lotação máxima permitida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Como o navio que estava próximo não respondia, nem aos sinais do telégrafo, nem aos sinais da lanterna, às&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;0h45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, o Capitão Smith manda que fossem disparados os foguetes de sinalização.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Às &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;1h25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, a inclinação do convés fica maior. Ordens são dadas para que os botes desçam mais cheios. Thomas Andrews, o engenheiro-chefe, ajuda na decida dos botes fazendo com que eles sejam devidamente cheios. A água já atinge o nome do Titanic pintado na proa. O navio começa a se inclinar para bombordo. Andrews é visto pela última vez na sala para fumantes da primeira classe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Às&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;2h05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, é arriado o último bote salva-vidas, o desmontável "D", com 44 pessoas. Às&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;2h10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, é enviado o último sinal pelos telegrafistas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YEkkYthYaJ0/TZ-zKehmRZI/AAAAAAAAANM/dd2gYG4ZFYI/s1600/Titanic-lifeboat.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="169" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YEkkYthYaJ0/TZ-zKehmRZI/AAAAAAAAANM/dd2gYG4ZFYI/s320/Titanic-lifeboat.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um dos botes salva-vidas desmontável.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Às&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;2h18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, as&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;luzes&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;do navio piscam uma vez depois apagam-se para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Na primeira chaminé, os seus cabos de sutentação, não aguentando mais a pressão exercida sobre eles, rebentam, e a chaminé tomba na água, esmagando dezenas de pessoas nos convés e na água, inclusive, John Jacob Astor IV, homem mais rico do navio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;A popa então sobe alguns metros e fica parada. Muitos passageiros se seguram como podem enquanto alguns não aguentando, caem violentamente entre as ferragens da popa em vertical e depois de dois minutos emersa a popa começa a descer levando consigo centenas de passageiros. Às&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;2h20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;o navio mergulha a pique pelas profundezas do oceano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;"&gt;A Descoberta do Navio em meio as Profundezas do Oceano:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Somente nos finais de&amp;nbsp;1970&amp;nbsp;e início de&amp;nbsp;1980, um empresário norte-americano patrocinou diversas expedições para tentar localizar o navio. Nenhuma delas teve êxito. Somente em&amp;nbsp;1985, numa expedição oceanográfica franco-estadunidense, o&amp;nbsp;Dr. Robert Ballard&amp;nbsp;descobriu os destroços do&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Titanic&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;submersos a 3.800 metros (ou 12.600 pés) de profundidade, 153&amp;nbsp;km ao sul dos&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Grandes Bancos de&amp;nbsp;Newfoundland&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eaXnHKFgYJI/TZ-0kL-KSRI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Dj1vzBQsYks/s1600/Robert_Ballard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eaXnHKFgYJI/TZ-0kL-KSRI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Dj1vzBQsYks/s320/Robert_Ballard.jpg" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dr. Robert Ballard, 30 de junho de 1942.&lt;br /&gt;
68 Anos.&lt;br /&gt;
Wichita, Kansas&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;A notícia correu o mundo. Ele passou a ser conhecido como "O Descobridor do Titanic". Retornou ao local em&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;1986&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;, com uma equipe de filmagem da "National Geographic Society" para fazer as primeiras filmagens do transatlântico após 73 anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;oncluiu que as inúmeras expedições e visitas ao local, só serviram para danificar o sítio arqueológico do&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Titanic&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;e aceleração da deterioração da estrutura do navio. Em 2010 uma equipe de investigadores descobriu a bactéria&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Halomonas_titanicae" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; text-decoration: none;"&gt;halomonas titanicae&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;nos destroços, e suspeita que ela seja responsável pelo acelerar da deterioração da estrutura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fora ou Dentro do Contexto - Curiosidades:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;14 anos antes da trágica viagem, um escritor de nome Morgan Robertson (n. 1861 - m. 1915) escreveu uma livro dramático intitulado de&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Futilidade&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Original:&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Futility, or the Wreck of the Titan&lt;/i&gt;), que narrava a história de um navio de nome&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Titan&lt;/i&gt;, considerado indestrutível, que em uma noite fria de Abril - tal e qual como foi com Titanic - choca-se com um iceberg e afunda. O mais assombroso é que tanto o número de mortes referido na história, como a capacidade do navio fictício, e a maioria das características técnicas do&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Titan&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;eram exatamente iguais às do Titanic. Para muitos, não passou de uma estranha e arrepiante coincidência e, para outros, terá sido uma&amp;nbsp;premonição&amp;nbsp;e, consequentemente um aviso deixado por Morgan sobre o desastre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Na altura da colisão, a tripulação do Titanic pareceu ter avistado luzes no céu e no mar que, seriam de outro navio, menor, a cerca de 16&amp;nbsp;km (cerca de 8 milhas marítimas). O Titanic lançou fogos de artifício para pedir ajuda e, o outro navio pareceu aproximar-se. Porém, as luzes desapareceram de repente. Consta que seria um navio norueguês que navegava ilegalmente naquelas águas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;O naufrágio do&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Titanic&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;tem sido a base de muitos romances fictícios descrevendo acontecimentos a bordo do navio. Muitos livros sobre o desastre também foram escritos desde que o&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Titanic&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;afundou, o primeiro destes, aparecendo dentro de meses após o naufrágio. Os sobreviventes Segundo Oficial Lightoller e alguns passageiros, como Jack Thayer escreveram livros descrevendo suas experiências. Alguns gostaram do popular livro&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;A Night to Remember&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;publicado em 1955, do historiador e escritor inglês Walter Lord, que fez uma investigação independente e entrevistas para descrever os acontecimentos que ocorreram a bordo do navio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sobreviventes que morreram recentemente:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul style="line-height: 1.5em; list-style-image: url(data:image/png; list-style-type: square; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.3em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Millvina Dean&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(2 de fevereiro&amp;nbsp;de&amp;nbsp;1912) – (31 de maio&amp;nbsp;de&amp;nbsp;2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Barbara Dainton&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(24 de Maio&amp;nbsp;de&amp;nbsp;1911&amp;nbsp;–&amp;nbsp;16 de Outubro&amp;nbsp;de&amp;nbsp;2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lillian Asplund&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;(Também conhecida como Lillian Gertrude) (21 de Outubro&amp;nbsp;de&amp;nbsp;1906&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;6 de Maio&amp;nbsp;de&amp;nbsp;2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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