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Tem coisas que a vida te dá, sem você entender. Acostume-se a não procurar resposta para tudo. Pois, mesmo que você saiba que há, tem horas que a resposta certa pode não servir. Não que a resposta pareça errada, mas é que nós temos o costume de não enxergar. Em hora de dor, tente sofrer menos. Em horas de felicidade, aproveite mais. A vida tem uma duração muito curta. Se puder, não deixe &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Zuanera/~4/HCOvPI2_kJ8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.zuanera.com/feeds/3091964314502646331/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.zuanera.com/2012/02/pensamentos-soltos.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/3091964314502646331?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/3091964314502646331?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Zuanera/~3/HCOvPI2_kJ8/pensamentos-soltos.html" title="Pensamentos soltos" /><author><name>Michel Lopes Del Sent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117590409670445568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SE4fx74xB98/Tg-jpy17ApI/AAAAAAAABsM/kYJeusADHuE/s220/Michel%2Blopes.PNG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PsN9V-kSvcE/TbEUmBP8bzI/AAAAAAAAAOA/IC2dTjtUfjw/s72-c/pensar.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.zuanera.com/2012/02/pensamentos-soltos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4EQXc-fSp7ImA9WhRSE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959211378131079623.post-2754442024562860743</id><published>2011-11-15T16:47:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T16:48:20.955-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-15T16:48:20.955-02:00</app:edited><title>Vida.</title><summary type="html">
Temos todos duas vidas. Uma é a que você sonha, e a outra é a que você vive.

Cada vida tem o seu substancial que a difere.

Numa das vidas você não tira os pés dos chãos, já nessa outra vida que você tem você não tira os pés das nuvens. Assim como qualquer pessoa na face da terra você também tem seus dias, que às vezes demoram a passar, mas ao se deitar na cama, ou talvez mesmo durante o seu &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Zuanera/~4/Jc2xyHNgawc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.zuanera.com/feeds/2754442024562860743/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.zuanera.com/2009/09/vida.html#comment-form" title="20 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/2754442024562860743?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/2754442024562860743?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Zuanera/~3/Jc2xyHNgawc/vida.html" title="Vida." /><author><name>Michel Lopes Del Sent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117590409670445568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SE4fx74xB98/Tg-jpy17ApI/AAAAAAAABsM/kYJeusADHuE/s220/Michel%2Blopes.PNG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29rKiIFm3zE/SpzSe_yAaOI/AAAAAAAAANE/XgY4itqstVs/s72-c/vista+da+janela.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>20</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.zuanera.com/2009/09/vida.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8NQXw5eSp7ImA9WhRSE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959211378131079623.post-8466058224570678208</id><published>2011-11-15T16:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T16:48:10.221-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-15T16:48:10.221-02:00</app:edited><title>Baú dos tesouros</title><summary type="html">
Em toda a nossa vida nunca conseguiremos esquecer sentimentos verdadeiros e os momentos mais lindos que vivemos. O máximo que pode acontecer é que vamos deixar eles dentro de uma caixinha, como um baú dos tesouros. E sempre que abrir-mos essa caixinha vamos lembrar de todos os momentos mais lindos que já sentimos e vivemos.
Nessa caixinha também deixamos as pessoas mais especiais que por algum &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Zuanera/~4/5emOv-M2qY0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.zuanera.com/feeds/8466058224570678208/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.zuanera.com/2009/10/bau-dos-tesouros.html#comment-form" title="19 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/8466058224570678208?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/8466058224570678208?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Zuanera/~3/5emOv-M2qY0/bau-dos-tesouros.html" title="Baú dos tesouros" /><author><name>Michel Lopes Del Sent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117590409670445568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SE4fx74xB98/Tg-jpy17ApI/AAAAAAAABsM/kYJeusADHuE/s220/Michel%2Blopes.PNG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29rKiIFm3zE/SsvbFXLOIhI/AAAAAAAAANc/8qphm8oVtPs/s72-c/2723282535_324ba198e9_b+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>19</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.zuanera.com/2009/10/bau-dos-tesouros.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EFR30yeyp7ImA9WhdTF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959211378131079623.post-7715591618719004917</id><published>2011-07-15T22:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T23:00:16.393-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-15T23:00:16.393-03:00</app:edited><title>O que realmente importa:</title><summary type="html">
O passado não volta, o futuro talvez não chegue...

Só o hoje é definitivo.

Então, viva o presente. Arrisque-se mais atrás de tudo o que tiveres em busca, e do que você realmente deseja, e no final das contas se não tiver dado tudo certo ou mesmo que seja algo em partes, não se arrependa de nada, pois por mais que tenha dado errado você tentou, você fez com que muitos que lhe diziam que não ia &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Zuanera/~4/E2qbTL9Mirg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.zuanera.com/feeds/7715591618719004917/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.zuanera.com/2009/05/o-que-realmente-importa.html#comment-form" title="21 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/7715591618719004917?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/7715591618719004917?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Zuanera/~3/E2qbTL9Mirg/o-que-realmente-importa.html" title="O que realmente importa:" /><author><name>Michel Lopes Del Sent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117590409670445568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SE4fx74xB98/Tg-jpy17ApI/AAAAAAAABsM/kYJeusADHuE/s220/Michel%2Blopes.PNG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29rKiIFm3zE/SkMWsHPAo5I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1aLs8u4_1JY/s72-c/perdona.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>21</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.zuanera.com/2009/05/o-que-realmente-importa.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8DRHYzcSp7ImA9WhdTFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959211378131079623.post-2403559229784100381</id><published>2011-07-11T21:34:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T21:34:35.889-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-11T21:34:35.889-03:00</app:edited><title>N.E.O.Q.E.A.V.</title><summary type="html">Meus avós já estavam casados há mais de cinqüenta anos e continuavam jogando um jogo que haviam iniciado quando começaram a namorar.
A regra do jogo era que um tinha que escrever a palavra "Neoqeav" num lugar inesperado para o outro encontrar e assim quem a encontrasse deveria escrevê-la em outro lugar e assim sucessivamente.
Eles se revezavam deixando "Neoqeav" escrita por toda a casa, e assim &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Zuanera/~4/WWCi9NIczbI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.zuanera.com/feeds/2403559229784100381/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.zuanera.com/2011/07/neoqeav.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/2403559229784100381?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/2403559229784100381?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Zuanera/~3/WWCi9NIczbI/neoqeav.html" title="N.E.O.Q.E.A.V." /><author><name>Michel Lopes Del Sent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117590409670445568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SE4fx74xB98/Tg-jpy17ApI/AAAAAAAABsM/kYJeusADHuE/s220/Michel%2Blopes.PNG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEr-nP_lEAM/ThuWZWaBRlI/AAAAAAAABtQ/RszeJbnsse4/s72-c/elderly-couple.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.zuanera.com/2011/07/neoqeav.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcEQHY5fip7ImA9WhZUFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959211378131079623.post-8084175143192927158</id><published>2011-02-27T13:42:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T08:46:41.826-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-09T08:46:41.826-03:00</app:edited><title>Entrevista Blogs</title><summary type="html">Gostaria de convidar vocês para lerem um pouco mais, só que dessa vez, em uma entrevista! Isso mesmo, fui convidado pelo Site Entrevista Blogs, e gostaria de compartilhar com vocês as perguntas e respostas feitas.

Quem se interessar em conhecer um pouco melhor o Zuanera e também outros blogs entrevistados lá, pode conferir isso clicando AQUI.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Zuanera/~4/1re-WEfflMQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.zuanera.com/feeds/8084175143192927158/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.zuanera.com/2011/02/entrevista-blogs.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/8084175143192927158?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/8084175143192927158?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Zuanera/~3/1re-WEfflMQ/entrevista-blogs.html" title="Entrevista Blogs" /><author><name>Michel Lopes Del Sent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117590409670445568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SE4fx74xB98/Tg-jpy17ApI/AAAAAAAABsM/kYJeusADHuE/s220/Michel%2Blopes.PNG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Vu2azabH3LM/TWp_h1oUkmI/AAAAAAAABK4/84N4OtHevhQ/s72-c/entrevista.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.zuanera.com/2011/02/entrevista-blogs.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8CQ3s8fSp7ImA9Wx9WEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959211378131079623.post-656871407213021070</id><published>2011-01-16T23:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T23:47:42.575-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-16T23:47:42.575-02:00</app:edited><title>Viva o presente!</title><summary type="html">
Tão bom é lembrar as coisas boas do passado, mas tão ruim é quando esse passado nos deixa mal. Se então, agente sabe disso, por que é que vamos ficar lembrando, sendo que depois vamos nos torturar com este pensamento? Se erramos, perdemos, deixamos, ou fomos deixados, que se exploda o passado! Temos que aprender a enchergar, que vivemos no presente, e o passado, é como uma foto, colocada em &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Zuanera/~4/XryEsUuKWYQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.zuanera.com/feeds/656871407213021070/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.zuanera.com/2011/01/viva-o-presente.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/656871407213021070?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/656871407213021070?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Zuanera/~3/XryEsUuKWYQ/viva-o-presente.html" title="Viva o presente!" /><author><name>Michel Lopes Del Sent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117590409670445568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SE4fx74xB98/Tg-jpy17ApI/AAAAAAAABsM/kYJeusADHuE/s220/Michel%2Blopes.PNG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29rKiIFm3zE/TTOeIwHEOKI/AAAAAAAABJ8/T0hAF28uRFw/s72-c/Kids%2Bon%2Bthe%2BBeach.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.zuanera.com/2011/01/viva-o-presente.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8NQXk5fSp7ImA9Wx5RF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959211378131079623.post-7763321914059593081</id><published>2010-08-25T12:14:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T13:31:30.725-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-25T13:31:30.725-03:00</app:edited><title>Déjà vu</title><summary type="html">"Sabe-se que nossa memória às vezes pode falhar; nem sempre se consegue distinguir o que é novo do que já era conhecido. Eu já li este livro? Já assisti a este filme? Já estive neste lugar antes? Eu conheço esse sujeito? - essas são perguntas corriqueiras de nossa vida. No entanto, essas dúvidas não são acompanhadas daquele sentimento de estranheza que é indispensável ao verdadeiro déjà vu. Eu &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Zuanera/~4/uT7tJg_Amdk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.zuanera.com/feeds/7763321914059593081/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.zuanera.com/2010/08/deja-vu.html#comment-form" title="5 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/7763321914059593081?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/7763321914059593081?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Zuanera/~3/uT7tJg_Amdk/deja-vu.html" title="Déjà vu" /><author><name>Michel Lopes Del Sent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117590409670445568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SE4fx74xB98/Tg-jpy17ApI/AAAAAAAABsM/kYJeusADHuE/s220/Michel%2Blopes.PNG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29rKiIFm3zE/THVERzzELFI/AAAAAAAABI8/46y9-IAd-c8/s72-c/1540471.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.zuanera.com/2010/08/deja-vu.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIGQH06fyp7ImA9Wx5SGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959211378131079623.post-6298829477291390150</id><published>2010-08-15T00:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T23:58:41.317-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-15T23:58:41.317-03:00</app:edited><title>Arrependimento</title><summary type="html">Quantos anos você tem?Nesse tempo, você se arrepende de algo que já fez, ou de algo que deixou de fazer?Quantas vezes durante a sua vida você se martirizou por ter deixado escapar algum momento, ou tê-lo estragado?Acho que a resposta é idêntica em quase todos os casos, sempre nos arrependemos do que não fazemos, ou fazemos.Acredito piamente que a vida de cada um de nós é composta por uma  &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Zuanera/~4/PRzHjfg636k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.zuanera.com/feeds/6298829477291390150/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.zuanera.com/2010/04/arrependimento.html#comment-form" title="5 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/6298829477291390150?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/6298829477291390150?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Zuanera/~3/PRzHjfg636k/arrependimento.html" title="Arrependimento" /><author><name>Michel Lopes Del Sent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117590409670445568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SE4fx74xB98/Tg-jpy17ApI/AAAAAAAABsM/kYJeusADHuE/s220/Michel%2Blopes.PNG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29rKiIFm3zE/TGipUVt2AAI/AAAAAAAABIs/UbXHtFccogA/s72-c/Arrependimento+%282%29.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.zuanera.com/2010/04/arrependimento.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04EQHc_eCp7ImA9WxFSGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959211378131079623.post-2194140181856973992</id><published>2010-04-11T02:08:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T16:51:41.940-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-22T16:51:41.940-03:00</app:edited><title>Aproveite o Inverno</title><summary type="html">Foto de Letícia PeritoParece que a melhor estação pra tudo, é o inverno. Não sei bem se exatamente tantos quanto eu o preferem. Mas eu realmente gosto, e muito! É um tempo de ficar mais perto das pessoas que gostamos e neste sentido, é literal. O verão não nos possibilita apertar, esmagar, e acariciar tão ternamente quanto o inverno. Não digo que não permite, mas que o calor torna as pessoas mais&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Zuanera/~4/pmYZABawEN8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.zuanera.com/feeds/2194140181856973992/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.zuanera.com/2010/04/aproveite-o-inverno.html#comment-form" title="16 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/2194140181856973992?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/2194140181856973992?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Zuanera/~3/pmYZABawEN8/aproveite-o-inverno.html" title="Aproveite o Inverno" /><author><name>Michel Lopes Del Sent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117590409670445568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SE4fx74xB98/Tg-jpy17ApI/AAAAAAAABsM/kYJeusADHuE/s220/Michel%2Blopes.PNG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29rKiIFm3zE/S8pfbcuKz3I/AAAAAAAAAq8/FBXQicV5uU0/s72-c/DSC_1617.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>16</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.zuanera.com/2010/04/aproveite-o-inverno.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08MRX4yeyp7ImA9WxFTFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959211378131079623.post-1367741976272798245</id><published>2010-03-10T04:30:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T14:44:44.093-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-06T14:44:44.093-03:00</app:edited><title>Entenda a se importar</title><summary type="html">Foto de Letícia   PeritoPensamentos, são como um iô-iô, eles vão e vem. Não posso controlar algo que me controla antes mesmo de eu ter noção de quem eu era. Isso me faz ser quem eu sou, e de certa forma da valor a mim e as coisas que dou valor. Não manipulo mais. Não afeto e nem magou mais. Mudei tanto da minha essência que as vezes me perco tentando me remontar pra saber se, remotamente o que &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Zuanera/~4/E8Z2Xpi5uuw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.zuanera.com/feeds/1367741976272798245/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.zuanera.com/2010/03/entenda-se-importar.html#comment-form" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/1367741976272798245?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/1367741976272798245?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Zuanera/~3/E8Z2Xpi5uuw/entenda-se-importar.html" title="Entenda a se importar" /><author><name>Michel Lopes Del Sent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117590409670445568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SE4fx74xB98/Tg-jpy17ApI/AAAAAAAABsM/kYJeusADHuE/s220/Michel%2Blopes.PNG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29rKiIFm3zE/S60-IAwlrII/AAAAAAAAAlY/sh7j3nwoWn8/s72-c/4465316536_c07378de51_b.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.zuanera.com/2010/03/entenda-se-importar.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8MQ3o-cCp7ImA9WhZQFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959211378131079623.post-1809101041225236637</id><published>2010-02-25T21:19:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T15:34:42.458-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-21T15:34:42.458-03:00</app:edited><title>Você concorda comigo?</title><summary type="html">
Tenho uma cadela vira-lata, hoje com seus 3  anos, super carinhosa, brava para quem passa na frente do portão (seja  até mesmo mosquitos, rs) e desde então eu me pergunto. Maltratar animais  não é apenas machucar eles com coisas físicas. Há quem o diga que eles  não tem sentimentos. Claro que tem, sentem dor quando você briga com  eles. Por vezes, minha cadela junto com seu 'irmão' fizeram &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Zuanera/~4/tJYk9Wqoxm8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.zuanera.com/feeds/1809101041225236637/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.zuanera.com/2010/02/voce-concorda-comigo.html#comment-form" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/1809101041225236637?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/1809101041225236637?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Zuanera/~3/tJYk9Wqoxm8/voce-concorda-comigo.html" title="Você concorda comigo?" /><author><name>Michel Lopes Del Sent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117590409670445568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SE4fx74xB98/Tg-jpy17ApI/AAAAAAAABsM/kYJeusADHuE/s220/Michel%2Blopes.PNG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29rKiIFm3zE/S4cUqjaqOmI/AAAAAAAAAes/w5dakkqWfn4/s72-c/2518_full.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.zuanera.com/2010/02/voce-concorda-comigo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4AR3Y7fyp7ImA9WxFRGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959211378131079623.post-6930445465750773078</id><published>2010-01-28T18:54:00.016-02:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T17:09:06.807-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-02T17:09:06.807-03:00</app:edited><title>Arrisque</title><summary type="html">Não há como levar as coisas simplesmente por que você quer que elas sejam levadas. Você pode tentar, imutávelmente ir levando as coisas sem sentido algum. E você vai conseguir, você vai conseguir levar coisas que não valem nada até o fim da vida. Mas a forma como você as leva vai determinar sua vida.Se você se arrasta com o peso dos seus dias de trabalho, de relacionamentos ou seja lá do que for,&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Zuanera/~4/t-A8kuRRgaU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.zuanera.com/feeds/6930445465750773078/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.zuanera.com/2010/01/arrisque.html#comment-form" title="8 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/6930445465750773078?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/6930445465750773078?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Zuanera/~3/t-A8kuRRgaU/arrisque.html" title="Arrisque" /><author><name>Michel Lopes Del Sent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117590409670445568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SE4fx74xB98/Tg-jpy17ApI/AAAAAAAABsM/kYJeusADHuE/s220/Michel%2Blopes.PNG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29rKiIFm3zE/S2IA7xMaN-I/AAAAAAAAARE/kGbB6ZX26Ao/s72-c/gerenciamento-de-risco.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.zuanera.com/2010/01/arrisque.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMGQX88eCp7ImA9WxBXFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959211378131079623.post-556162660349314372</id><published>2010-01-24T20:04:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T19:03:40.170-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-25T19:03:40.170-02:00</app:edited><title>O lugar mais alto</title><summary type="html">Estava querendo ver o mundo do lugar mais alto, e subi até este ponto. Foi meio complicado. Eu ia passando por alguns pontos que me pareciam ser inacessíveis. Mas pouco a pouco eu ia subindo, me elevando perante os limites do mundo.Nessa subida, eu pensava em tudo que eu estava deixando lá em baixo.Pensava em como deveria ser a vista de tudo, estando no lugar mais alto.Pensava também em como Deus&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Zuanera/~4/YSZUNDMIyjc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.zuanera.com/feeds/556162660349314372/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.zuanera.com/2010/01/o-lugar-mais-alto.html#comment-form" title="6 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/556162660349314372?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/556162660349314372?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Zuanera/~3/YSZUNDMIyjc/o-lugar-mais-alto.html" title="O lugar mais alto" /><author><name>Michel Lopes Del Sent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117590409670445568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SE4fx74xB98/Tg-jpy17ApI/AAAAAAAABsM/kYJeusADHuE/s220/Michel%2Blopes.PNG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29rKiIFm3zE/S1zIMgzxWmI/AAAAAAAAAQw/akSbwPSLzOU/s72-c/Mount_Everest.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.zuanera.com/2010/01/o-lugar-mais-alto.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IDQno8eSp7ImA9WxBXEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959211378131079623.post-2238147813206384455</id><published>2010-01-20T02:44:00.013-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T01:46:13.471-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-21T01:46:13.471-02:00</app:edited><title>Estrelas</title><summary type="html">Você olha para as estrelas e se pergunta onde vai estar daqui 5 ou 10 anos. Se algo vai mudar.Mas você sabe que tudo pode ser como sempre foi, não é por que a anos atrás tudo mudou pra como é hoje que amanhã tudo também vai mudar.Na verdade nem eu sei, se é que não vai mudar.Tudo é tão confuso, os dias passam. As horas se estendem, eu não sei nem o que te dizer. Você consegue me entender?Eu vi &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Zuanera/~4/ZKQax7VkZdg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.zuanera.com/feeds/2238147813206384455/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.zuanera.com/2010/01/estrelas.html#comment-form" title="11 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/2238147813206384455?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/2238147813206384455?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Zuanera/~3/ZKQax7VkZdg/estrelas.html" title="Estrelas" /><author><name>Michel Lopes Del Sent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117590409670445568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SE4fx74xB98/Tg-jpy17ApI/AAAAAAAABsM/kYJeusADHuE/s220/Michel%2Blopes.PNG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29rKiIFm3zE/S1fN-35I2iI/AAAAAAAAAQg/2usy-UW1zCU/s72-c/O-OLHAR-NA-NOITE.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.zuanera.com/2010/01/estrelas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIGQ3s8fip7ImA9WxFQFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959211378131079623.post-1328868001801499676</id><published>2010-01-04T01:41:00.019-02:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:22:02.576-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-11T19:22:02.576-03:00</app:edited><title>A vida começa agora.</title><summary type="html">Caminhar na chuva não faz mal. Bem, pelo menos não pra mim.Passei a minha virada de ano, com amigo. Na beira da praia. Banda tocando, muitos se divertindo. Todo mundo contando, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 e feliz Ano-Novo! Todo mundo se abraça, esquece por alguns segundos sentimentos ruins. Mágoas passadas. Naquele momento, parece que algo realmente 'entra' em cada pessoa presente ali. Algo irreal, de amor e &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Zuanera/~4/YI4_To_zec0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.zuanera.com/feeds/1328868001801499676/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.zuanera.com/2010/01/vida-comeca-agora.html#comment-form" title="32 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/1328868001801499676?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/1328868001801499676?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Zuanera/~3/YI4_To_zec0/vida-comeca-agora.html" title="A vida começa agora." /><author><name>Michel Lopes Del Sent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117590409670445568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SE4fx74xB98/Tg-jpy17ApI/AAAAAAAABsM/kYJeusADHuE/s220/Michel%2Blopes.PNG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29rKiIFm3zE/S0FyWqFMq6I/AAAAAAAAAQA/pFTXu4YukPU/s72-c/c64159ad0997b3763ff6c6ea9ea9ee4ab2c88757.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>32</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.zuanera.com/2010/01/vida-comeca-agora.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4MSHsyeip7ImA9WxBRF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959211378131079623.post-4795548927549315824</id><published>2009-08-07T17:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T17:49:49.592-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-05T17:49:49.592-02:00</app:edited><title>Viagens ✈, pedras e flores</title><summary type="html">Fechar seu coração pra alguém, às vezes é o mesmo que desistir de uma grande viagem, sem antes a tê-la feito.A insegurança de fazer tal 'viagem' podem vir a ser os imprevistos pré-conceituados... Mas, atente pra algo: Muitas das viagens nos levam a ver e vivenciar coisas novas, talvez coisas boas ou ruins, depende se você vai pra norte ou sul, leste ou oeste, como e pra onde você vai. Você &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Zuanera/~4/o0FE0qmW4P4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.zuanera.com/feeds/4795548927549315824/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.zuanera.com/2009/08/viagens-pedras-e-flores.html#comment-form" title="89 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/4795548927549315824?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/4795548927549315824?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Zuanera/~3/o0FE0qmW4P4/viagens-pedras-e-flores.html" title="Viagens ✈, pedras e flores" /><author><name>Michel Lopes Del Sent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117590409670445568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SE4fx74xB98/Tg-jpy17ApI/AAAAAAAABsM/kYJeusADHuE/s220/Michel%2Blopes.PNG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29rKiIFm3zE/SnuxJ0HF-nI/AAAAAAAAAMs/E7p6UAgJegQ/s72-c/Flor+entre+pedras.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>89</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.zuanera.com/2009/08/viagens-pedras-e-flores.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AAR3Y7eCp7ImA9WhZQFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959211378131079623.post-5382601363973932421</id><published>2009-07-07T07:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T15:49:06.800-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-21T15:49:06.800-03:00</app:edited><title>Confiança...</title><summary type="html">
Sua forma sua delicadeza, é por muitos relacionada a tudo, e a todos.

Quando depositamos muita confiança ou expectativas em uma pessoa, o risco de se decepcionar é grande.

Não tem como se ter a certeza de em que ou em quem confiar. Aparentemente, qualquer um tem bom coração, tem boa vontade e boa conduta. Mas também é preciso ter dúvidas. Só os estúpidos têm uma confiança absoluta nos outros &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Zuanera/~4/MeuQQ5j2goA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.zuanera.com/feeds/5382601363973932421/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.zuanera.com/2009/07/confianca.html#comment-form" title="16 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/5382601363973932421?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/5382601363973932421?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Zuanera/~3/MeuQQ5j2goA/confianca.html" title="Confiança..." /><author><name>Michel Lopes Del Sent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117590409670445568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SE4fx74xB98/Tg-jpy17ApI/AAAAAAAABsM/kYJeusADHuE/s220/Michel%2Blopes.PNG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29rKiIFm3zE/SlGjyTCueBI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Wf1lYGEPOFk/s72-c/chuveiro.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>16</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.zuanera.com/2009/07/confianca.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4HR304fyp7ImA9WxBRF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959211378131079623.post-3313311649695444553</id><published>2009-05-15T01:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T17:48:56.337-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-05T17:48:56.337-02:00</app:edited><title>Consenso ..</title><summary type="html">Procurar palavras pra ter o que escrever não é fácil.É uma jornada, onde você começa escrevendo e termina com algo escrito. Se está legal ou não, não é você quem define. São os leitores, na sua boa parte elogios, na sua pequena parte as críticas.Críticas, é algo que muitos detestam né? Mas isso deveria funcionar em consenso.Está é a base da harmonia e ela se encontra no meio entre: Críticas e &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Zuanera/~4/NLA11Yl8v8k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.zuanera.com/feeds/3313311649695444553/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.zuanera.com/2009/05/consenso.html#comment-form" title="19 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/3313311649695444553?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/3313311649695444553?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Zuanera/~3/NLA11Yl8v8k/consenso.html" title="Consenso .." /><author><name>Michel Lopes Del Sent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117590409670445568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SE4fx74xB98/Tg-jpy17ApI/AAAAAAAABsM/kYJeusADHuE/s220/Michel%2Blopes.PNG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29rKiIFm3zE/Ssve5xLXSSI/AAAAAAAAANk/jvYT_YZSZMU/s72-c/cafe-bombom.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>19</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.zuanera.com/2009/05/consenso.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYNRn45cSp7ImA9WxFQF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959211378131079623.post-1454257821178466565</id><published>2009-04-27T01:47:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T23:19:57.029-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-12T23:19:57.029-03:00</app:edited><title>Ela se chama...</title><summary type="html">A palavra sozinha expressa o que queremos dizer.Ela é uma palavra forte, que na maioria das vezes, demoramos a saber que dói.Tal palavra é uma das piores dores do mundo.Mas ao mesmo tempo boa.Ela pode ser relacionada a pessoa amada, a um brinquedo, uma carta, uma palavra, uma comida, um animal. Seja do que for, ela dói.Sempre me deparo, nos meus dias, conhecendo e conversando sobre tudo, com &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Zuanera/~4/JTGZZPQMf2Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.zuanera.com/feeds/1454257821178466565/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.zuanera.com/2009/04/ela-se-chama.html#comment-form" title="22 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/1454257821178466565?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/1454257821178466565?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Zuanera/~3/JTGZZPQMf2Q/ela-se-chama.html" title="Ela se chama..." /><author><name>Michel Lopes Del Sent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117590409670445568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SE4fx74xB98/Tg-jpy17ApI/AAAAAAAABsM/kYJeusADHuE/s220/Michel%2Blopes.PNG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29rKiIFm3zE/SfVCqdSFHGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/e8OiL1CR7ac/s72-c/100985368.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>22</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.zuanera.com/2009/04/ela-se-chama.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQCQ3o5fCp7ImA9WxFRGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959211378131079623.post-7808831727286461704</id><published>2009-04-23T03:48:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T16:26:02.424-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-02T16:26:02.424-03:00</app:edited><title>Cristal ...</title><summary type="html">Foto de Letícia  Perito"Cada um sabe o que traz dentro de seu coração.  Existem sentimentos sem explicação, descrição e ou comparação.  Há alguns que ainda criam uma grande confusão sem nenhuma aparente razão.Muitos lhe dão motivação pra acabar com a solidão, são nestes que deves focar sua atenção. Para que sua felicidade venha.Diferente de outras pessoas na quais se deparam com uma situação que &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Zuanera/~4/BqoUrh_kjZk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.zuanera.com/feeds/7808831727286461704/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.zuanera.com/2009/04/cristal.html#comment-form" title="56 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/7808831727286461704?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/7808831727286461704?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Zuanera/~3/BqoUrh_kjZk/cristal.html" title="Cristal ..." /><author><name>Michel Lopes Del Sent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117590409670445568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SE4fx74xB98/Tg-jpy17ApI/AAAAAAAABsM/kYJeusADHuE/s220/Michel%2Blopes.PNG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29rKiIFm3zE/S6rAXyFD55I/AAAAAAAAAk0/T8FXtOmOZiA/s72-c/4321794411_0385919e97_o.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>56</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.zuanera.com/2009/04/cristal.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUMQnk_eyp7ImA9WxBaFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959211378131079623.post-2924159478420185248</id><published>2009-03-22T07:07:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T20:04:43.743-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-25T20:04:43.743-03:00</app:edited><title>Abra os seus olhos...</title><summary type="html">Foto de Letícia PeritoE eu criei a dor e a suportei. Eu fiz do tempo meu passado. Eu fiz do passado o meu futuro. Eu fiz o do meu futuro meu presente. Agora vivo.Eu não sei mais quais caminhos tomar, sozinho. Tenho amigos, os ouço. Mas nem sempre o que eu quero vem num conselho.O que eu quero pra min? Eu sei o que eu quero. Mas por que tinha de ser tão estranho? É a minha escolha. Vai doer? Eu &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Zuanera/~4/GOnMjAzZIpc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.zuanera.com/feeds/2924159478420185248/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.zuanera.com/2009/03/abra-os-seus-olhos.html#comment-form" title="19 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/2924159478420185248?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/2924159478420185248?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Zuanera/~3/GOnMjAzZIpc/abra-os-seus-olhos.html" title="Abra os seus olhos..." /><author><name>Michel Lopes Del Sent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117590409670445568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SE4fx74xB98/Tg-jpy17ApI/AAAAAAAABsM/kYJeusADHuE/s220/Michel%2Blopes.PNG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29rKiIFm3zE/S6k27dDc9LI/AAAAAAAAAj8/s_enN_z3HdY/s72-c/4330198475_1ee5a35539_o.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>19</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.zuanera.com/2009/03/abra-os-seus-olhos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEENQnc-fSp7ImA9WhZQFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959211378131079623.post-4356118922484475088</id><published>2009-03-06T23:33:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T16:04:53.955-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-21T16:04:53.955-03:00</app:edited><title>Viver intensamente...</title><summary type="html">
Foto de Letícia  Perito
As pessoas mais felizes não têm as melhores coisas, e muitas nem precisam das 'melhores coisas'. Elas sabem fazer o melhor das oportunidades que aparecem em seus caminhos. A felicidade aparece para aqueles que choram, que acham que a sua vida não tem mais sentido e que abrem seu coração. Para aqueles que se machucam, e ou se arrependem. Para aqueles que buscam e tentam &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Zuanera/~4/XhvHkMfHAoY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.zuanera.com/feeds/4356118922484475088/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.zuanera.com/2009/03/faca-sua-historia.html#comment-form" title="11 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/4356118922484475088?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/4356118922484475088?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Zuanera/~3/XhvHkMfHAoY/faca-sua-historia.html" title="Viver intensamente..." /><author><name>Michel Lopes Del Sent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117590409670445568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SE4fx74xB98/Tg-jpy17ApI/AAAAAAAABsM/kYJeusADHuE/s220/Michel%2Blopes.PNG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29rKiIFm3zE/S6k3OeHgjYI/AAAAAAAAAkE/o8k9ZoXn2vQ/s72-c/4447850909_2e58503802_b.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.zuanera.com/2009/03/faca-sua-historia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEABQX0-eSp7ImA9WhZQFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959211378131079623.post-4723201730213431857</id><published>2009-03-01T11:10:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T16:05:50.351-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-21T16:05:50.351-03:00</app:edited><title>Não desista agora...</title><summary type="html">Foto de Letícia  Perito

Gostaria de estar na praia agora.
Na beira mar.
Sentado na areia.
Apreciando as ondas do mar e a paz que elas nos trazem.
Sentindo a leve brisa que vem do mar suave que toca o meu rosto, acalma meu coração e me faz querer não sair tão logo dali.

Eu gostaria de estar lá agora respirando, AR PURO, longe de toda essa confusão, esse mundo, ou até mesmo lá na serra, ou num &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Zuanera/~4/Azsf33f6twE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.zuanera.com/feeds/4723201730213431857/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.zuanera.com/2009/03/eu-nao-vim-ate-aqui-pra-desistir-agora.html#comment-form" title="14 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/4723201730213431857?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/4723201730213431857?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Zuanera/~3/Azsf33f6twE/eu-nao-vim-ate-aqui-pra-desistir-agora.html" title="Não desista agora..." /><author><name>Michel Lopes Del Sent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117590409670445568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SE4fx74xB98/Tg-jpy17ApI/AAAAAAAABsM/kYJeusADHuE/s220/Michel%2Blopes.PNG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29rKiIFm3zE/S6vr6Lg5F1I/AAAAAAAAAk8/s0elPVT0-NE/s72-c/DSC_0214.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.zuanera.com/2009/03/eu-nao-vim-ate-aqui-pra-desistir-agora.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkADRXk7cCp7ImA9WxBRF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959211378131079623.post-1044537435016400530</id><published>2009-02-18T01:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T17:46:14.708-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-05T17:46:14.708-02:00</app:edited><title>Mudanças...</title><summary type="html">Um vento suave e silencioso bate agora a minha janela, chega a ser gostoso ouvir o som dele...Mas nem sempre é assim. Algumas vezes é uma noite apenas silenciosa. Se o tempo muda o que dizer de mim?Dia após dia, sinto que dentro de mim, e a minha volta, tudo muda. Cada vez mais eu cresço. Minha imagem se modifica perante os que me vêem, e os que me sentem.Nós seres humanos temos poder tanto &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Zuanera/~4/MOG5k4d61cY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.zuanera.com/feeds/1044537435016400530/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.zuanera.com/2009/02/mudancas.html#comment-form" title="10 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/1044537435016400530?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959211378131079623/posts/default/1044537435016400530?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Zuanera/~3/MOG5k4d61cY/mudancas.html" title="Mudanças..." /><author><name>Michel Lopes Del Sent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117590409670445568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SE4fx74xB98/Tg-jpy17ApI/AAAAAAAABsM/kYJeusADHuE/s220/Michel%2Blopes.PNG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29rKiIFm3zE/SdMlX97xVkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/FZRhAhpXT58/s72-c/x435.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.zuanera.com/2009/02/mudancas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

