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Um dia percebemos que o comum não nos atrai, e que ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;classificado como bonzinho não é bom. Um dia percebemos que a pessoa que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;nunca te liga é a que mais pensa em você. Um dia saberemos a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;importância da frase: "Você se torna eternamente responsável por aquilo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;que cativa". Um dia percebemos que somos muito importante para alguém, e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;que não damos valor a isso! Que homem de verdade não é aquele que tem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;mil mulheres, mas aquele que consegue fazer uma única mulher feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Enfim... um dia descobrimos que apesar de viver quase um século, esse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;tempo todo não é suficiente para realizarmos todos os nossos sonhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;para beijarmos todas as bocas que nos atraem, para dizer tudo o que tem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;de ser dito. 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Que loucura geral!&lt;br /&gt;Estou de ponta cabeça e me pareço  normal... natural...&lt;br /&gt;Quando voce passa por mim eu perco o ar&lt;br /&gt;Quando rola  aquele som e você começa dançar sem parar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não para não..&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver você livre... no filme&lt;br /&gt;Movimento  sublime&lt;br /&gt;Para de marra e vem aqui me beijar&lt;br /&gt;Vou te mostrar que um  maloqueiro também sabe amar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu vou chegar no som, sem sair do tom&lt;br /&gt;Veja como é bom&lt;br /&gt;Quem não gosta de  mulher levanta a mão&lt;br /&gt;Esteriótico, tipo um protótico&lt;br /&gt;Essa mina é um  otimizador metabólico&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu vou chegando, me aproximando&lt;br /&gt;Conjugando a minha letra&lt;br /&gt;No gerúndio eu  vou rimando&lt;br /&gt;Já posso até ouvir uma voz me chamar&lt;br /&gt;A mina tá me olhando, me  chamou pra dançar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um pra lá, dois pra cá&lt;br /&gt;Não importa, daquele jeito&lt;br /&gt;Na análise sintática  agora eu sou sujeito&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vem pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Vem sentir&lt;br /&gt;Meu calor&lt;br /&gt;Quero te amar&lt;br /&gt;Por  favor, me abraça forte e vem dançar&lt;br /&gt;Nosso som&lt;br /&gt;Me beijar&lt;br /&gt;Com  baton&lt;br /&gt;Esta música&lt;br /&gt;É o tom&lt;br /&gt;Da trilha sonora&lt;br /&gt;Do nosso amor (2x)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Já demos o primeiro pass, é melhor continuar&lt;br /&gt;Se arrepender por que? Será o  medo de errar?&lt;br /&gt;Mais é melhor tentar do que deixar de amar&lt;br /&gt;Seu corpo no  meu, também seu olhar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Penetrando a minha alma, não da pra impedir&lt;br /&gt;Ja não sou mais eu, mais é  você em mim&lt;br /&gt;Dance essa noite inteira, fica comigo&lt;br /&gt;Envolva-me em teus  braços&lt;br /&gt;Seja meu abrigo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não ignore este momento ele é verdadeiro&lt;br /&gt;A penunbra do salão faz eu  esquecer o tempo&lt;br /&gt;A noite acaba e eu nem percebi&lt;br /&gt;Pois estar ao seu lado é o  que sempre quis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas não importa que a noite tenha terminado&lt;br /&gt;E agora cada um vai para o seu  lado&lt;br /&gt;Me liga quando quiser&lt;br /&gt;Deixe o seu recado&lt;br /&gt;Pra que outra noite eu  possa ter você em meus braços&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vem pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Vem sentir&lt;br /&gt;Meu calor&lt;br /&gt;Quero te amar&lt;br /&gt;Por  favor, me abraça forte e vem dançar&lt;br /&gt;Nosso som&lt;br /&gt;Me beijar&lt;br /&gt;Com  baton&lt;br /&gt;Esta música&lt;br /&gt;É o tom&lt;br /&gt;Da trilha sonora&lt;br /&gt;Do nosso amor (2x)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Amor)...&lt;br /&gt;Agora só não basta&lt;br /&gt;Ter você uma noite enteira&lt;br /&gt;Apenas um  dia da semana&lt;br /&gt;Não dá mais pra impedir&lt;br /&gt;É hora de decidir, de parar ou  seguir&lt;br /&gt;Pois com você eu quero ser feliz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Esqueci dos meus problemas&lt;br /&gt;Com o gosto do seu beijo&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor, onde  for&lt;br /&gt;Eu te dezejo&lt;br /&gt;O estrobo pisca, no meio da pista&lt;br /&gt;Aconteceu  comigo&lt;br /&gt;Foi à primeira vista&lt;br /&gt;Desista&lt;br /&gt;Você não vai fugir de mim&lt;br /&gt;Tà  decidido&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou até o fim&lt;br /&gt;Demorou pra te encontar&lt;br /&gt;Agora não vou  largar&lt;br /&gt;Por favor meu amor me abraça forte e vem dançar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vem pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Vem sentir&lt;br /&gt;Meu calor&lt;br /&gt;Quero te amar&lt;br /&gt;Por  favor, me abraça forte e vem dançar&lt;br /&gt;Nosso som&lt;br /&gt;Me beijar&lt;br /&gt;Com  baton&lt;br /&gt;Esta música&lt;br /&gt;É o tom&lt;br /&gt;Da trilha sonora&lt;br /&gt;Do nosso amor  (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594845826165272404-6997755170257313935?l=anaiarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="HOTWordsTxt" name="HOTWordsTxt"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;i&gt;Como chamar esta dor
&lt;br /&gt;Que sinto dentro do peito,
&lt;br /&gt;Que  maltrata deixando sabor
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;taghw&gt;De um belo &lt;a style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px dotted; COLOR: #006600; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.mensagensdecarinho.com.br/saudades/saudades_35.html#" rel="nofollow"&gt;sonho&lt;/a&gt; desfeito;&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;i&gt;Como dizer o seu nome
&lt;br /&gt;Se te sinto, mas não te  vejo,
&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que tú me consomes
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;taghw&gt;Deixando em mim um &lt;a style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px dotted; COLOR: #006600; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.mensagensdecarinho.com.br/saudades/saudades_35.html#" rel="nofollow"&gt;desejo;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;taghw&gt;&lt;a style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px dotted; COLOR: #006600; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.mensagensdecarinho.com.br/saudades/saudades_35.html#" rel="nofollow"&gt;Desejo&lt;/a&gt; de sair por aí&lt;/taghw&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Sair a procurar,
&lt;br /&gt;De matar  esta vontade que dá
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;taghw&gt;De ter alguém para &lt;a style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px dotted; COLOR: #006600; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.mensagensdecarinho.com.br/saudades/saudades_35.html#" rel="nofollow"&gt;amar!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;i&gt;Como chamar-te não sei
&lt;br /&gt;Mas a esta sua maldade,
&lt;br /&gt;Um nome  batizei
&lt;br /&gt;Vou chamá-la SAUDADES!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;i&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deus mais uma vez segura em minha mão
&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma aflita pede tua atenção
&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei no nível mais difícil até aqui
&lt;br /&gt;Me ajude a concluir&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quando penso que estou forte, fraco eu estou
&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando reconheço que sem Ti eu nada sou
&lt;br /&gt;Alcanço os lugares impossíveis, me torno um vencedor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Estou sentindo minhas forças indo embora
&lt;br /&gt;Mas Tua presença me renova nessa hora&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Senhor, vem, e me leva além
&lt;br /&gt;O meu sonho de chegar está tão longe
&lt;br /&gt;Sou humano não consigo ser perfeito
&lt;br /&gt;Vem, Senhor, vem, e me leva além&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;(2x)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me ajude a ousar com minha fé
&lt;br /&gt;Sou pequeno eu não sei ficar de pé
&lt;br /&gt;Sou dependente, tão dependente
&lt;br /&gt;Vem Senhor ao meu favor
&lt;br /&gt;Me ajude a ousar com minha fé
&lt;br /&gt;Sou pequeno eu não sei ficar de pé
&lt;br /&gt;Me dá sua mão,
&lt;br /&gt;Me tira do chão.
&lt;br /&gt;Vem me ajudar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Estou sentindo minhas forças indo embora
&lt;br /&gt;Mas Tua presença me renova nessa hora&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Senhor, vem, e me leva além
&lt;br /&gt;O meu sonho de chegar está tão longe
&lt;br /&gt;Sou humano não consigo ser perfeito
&lt;br /&gt;Vem, Senhor, vem, e me leva além&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;
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Quantas vezes mais poderá um ser humano&lt;br /&gt;continuar nesta estrada,&lt;br /&gt;cujo caminho ele nem mesmo sabe onde dará?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Segundo Momento&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Quantas vezes agradeci a Deus as oportunidades que tive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Quantas vezes mais agradecer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Quantas vezes mais é preciso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Quantas vezes mais desejo agradecer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Terceiro Momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: small; "&gt;Às vezes sentimos, porém não conseguimos expressar...&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes choramos, mas não conseguimos demonstrar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nossos momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;O passado proporcionou tantas maravilhas, que muitas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;desejamos tê-las novamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;Felizmente, cada momento tem seu próprio tempo e,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;graças a Deus, não se repetem, pois a vida fica muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;mais bonita e alegre quando os momentos passados foram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;originais e sinceros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;O presente nos proporciona grandes, médios e pequeninos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;momentos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;porém, a quem competirá medir estes momentos será você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;mesmo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;e deles aproveitar o máximo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;Cabe a você classificá-los, admirá-los ou apagá-los.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;O futuro... estes são os momentos que mais vivem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;em nossas mentes e corações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;As ansiedades pelo próximo dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;a perspectiva pelas novas metas realizadas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;o beijo desejado, o sonho realizado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Momentos da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: small; "&gt;Dos momentos passados, agradecemos as oportunidades,&lt;br /&gt;guardamos a felicidade em nossos corações.&lt;br /&gt;Para as tristezas fazemos uma prece,&lt;br /&gt;aos sonhos realizados fechamos os olhos&lt;br /&gt;e recordamos com alegrias cada segundo.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, dos momentos que se passaram&lt;br /&gt;tentamos a cada momento guardá-los&lt;br /&gt;e todas as vezes que recordarmos tentaremos olhar&lt;br /&gt;com novas visões para nosso próprio crescimento,&lt;br /&gt;pois são dos momentos que se passaram que tiramos&lt;br /&gt;conclusões&lt;br /&gt;do que faremos amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;Do momento presente, a vida pede apenas para vivê-los&lt;br /&gt;naquele instante,&lt;br /&gt;e jamais tentar transferi-los ou senti-los no passado,&lt;br /&gt;muito menos sofrer ansiosamente por momentos que virão.&lt;br /&gt;Dos momentos futuros, desejá-los e pedir a Deus&lt;br /&gt;que traga os melhores momentos para nossas vidas e&lt;br /&gt;aguardá-los.&lt;br /&gt;Cada um a seu tempo.&lt;br /&gt;E lembre-se&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: small; "&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Viva o momento presente,&lt;br /&gt;por que o ontem já passou&lt;br /&gt;e o amanhã talvez não venha..."&lt;br /&gt;Por isso viva cada momento intensamente,&lt;br /&gt;como se fosse o último de sua vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; 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Elas sonhavam com o que iriam ser depois de grandes. A&lt;b&gt; primeira&lt;/b&gt;, olhando as estrelas disse: eu quero ser o baú mais precioso do mundo e viver cheia de tesouros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A&lt;b&gt; segunda&lt;/b&gt;, olhando um riacho suspirou: eu quero ser um navio bem grande para transportar reis e rainhas. A &lt;b&gt;terceira&lt;/b&gt; olhou para o vale e disse: quero crescer e ficar aqui no alto da montanha; quero crescer tanto que as pessoas ao olharem para mim, levantem os olhos e pensem em Deus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muitos anos se passaram, as árvores cresceram. Surgiram&lt;b&gt; três&lt;/b&gt; lenhadores que, sem saber do sonho das árvores, cortaram as três. A&lt;b&gt; primeira&lt;/b&gt; árvore acabou se transformando num cocho de animais, coberto de feno. A&lt;b&gt; segunda&lt;/b&gt; virou um barco de pesca transportando pessoas e peixes todos os dias. A&lt;b&gt; terceira&lt;/b&gt; foi cortada em vigas e deixada num depósito. Desiludidas as três árvores lamentaram os seus destinos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas, numa certa noite, com o céu cheio de estrelas, uma jovem mulher colocou o seu bebê recém-nascido naquele cocho que era a &lt;b&gt;primeira&lt;/b&gt; arvore. De repente, a árvore percebeu que continha o maior tesouro do mundo. A&lt;b&gt; segunda&lt;/b&gt;, certo dia, transportou um homem que acabou por dormir no barco. E, quando uma tempestade quase afundou o barco, o homem levantou-se e disse PAZ!! E, imediatamente, as águas se acalmaram. E a árvore transformada em barco entendeu que transportava o rei dos céus e da terra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tempos mais tarde, numa Sexta-feira, a &lt;b&gt;terceira&lt;/b&gt; árvore espantou-se quando as vigas foram unidas em forma de cruz e um homem foi pregado nela. A árvore sentiu-se horrível vendo o sofrimento daquele homem. Mas logo entendeu que aquele homem salvou a humanidade e as pessoas logo se lembrariam de Deus ao olharem para a cruz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;O exemplo das árvores é um sinal de que é preciso sonhar e ter fé. SEMPRE !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não&lt;b&gt; importa&lt;/b&gt; o tamanho dos sonhos que você tenha, sonhe muito e sempre. Mesmo que seus sonhos não se realizem exatamente como você desejou, saiba que eles se concretizarão da maneira que Deus entendeu ser a melhor para você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Uma nuvem não sabe por que se move em tal direção e em tal velocidade. Sente apenas um impulso que a conduz para esta ou aquela direção. 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