<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>Confidências...</title><description>Este blog descreve Cilene Viana: Uma menina-mulher que não importando o tamanho dos seus problemas...Nunca deixa de sonhar, pois tem nela todos os sonhos do mundo!</description><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Cilene Viana)</managingEditor><pubDate>Fri, 1 Nov 2024 07:38:01 -0300</pubDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link>http://cileneviana.blogspot.com/</link><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>Este blog descreve Cilene Viana: Uma menina-mulher que não importando o tamanho dos seus problemas...Nunca deixa de sonhar, pois tem nela todos os sonhos do mundo!</itunes:subtitle><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><item><title>Das lembranças que trago da vida, você é a única saudade que gosto de ter... Só assim sinto você bem perto de mim outra vez!</title><link>http://cileneviana.blogspot.com/2011/11/das-lembrancas-que-trago-da-vida-voce-e.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cilene Viana)</author><pubDate>Wed, 2 Nov 2011 12:46:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805509020098584797.post-831772140533777202</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1CUrOAV30s6dC-ZOpgOJDbc2ntt4X7vW_EAH-vcAytTHZ1sxfdGYArszu4z5-s4_TtbjKKNFoOdKTsDmR76DfE16PMWpeCbShbvHd9_GmqW4KpJn2Z_4_IiygeutdChYf5Z6CkiCfoHLK/s1600/rosa_luto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1CUrOAV30s6dC-ZOpgOJDbc2ntt4X7vW_EAH-vcAytTHZ1sxfdGYArszu4z5-s4_TtbjKKNFoOdKTsDmR76DfE16PMWpeCbShbvHd9_GmqW4KpJn2Z_4_IiygeutdChYf5Z6CkiCfoHLK/s320/rosa_luto.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;PAI pode ter passado os anos que for... Sua lembrança continua constante em mim e quanto mais o tempo passa mais a sua ausência dói, mais sinto sua falta... É uma saudade que nunca acaba e um amor que nunca vai morrer!&lt;br /&gt;
Todos os dias eu me lembro de você a saudade aumenta.&lt;br /&gt;
Todas as vezes que olhava para você sentia o orgulho da pessoa que você era!!!&lt;br /&gt;
A saudade de ter você perto de mim, a vontade de estar perto de você,&amp;nbsp;é tudo sem limite!!!&lt;br /&gt;
O buraco que está dentro do meu coração, nunca será preenchido!!! &lt;br /&gt;
Um pedaço do meu coração se despedaçou porque você partiu...&lt;br /&gt;
Você se foi, mas não foi do meu coração e vai continuar aqui enquanto eu respirar.</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1CUrOAV30s6dC-ZOpgOJDbc2ntt4X7vW_EAH-vcAytTHZ1sxfdGYArszu4z5-s4_TtbjKKNFoOdKTsDmR76DfE16PMWpeCbShbvHd9_GmqW4KpJn2Z_4_IiygeutdChYf5Z6CkiCfoHLK/s72-c/rosa_luto.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://cileneviana.blogspot.com/2011/10/hoje-neste-tempo-que-e-seu-o-futuro.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cilene Viana)</author><pubDate>Sun, 30 Oct 2011 00:42:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805509020098584797.post-7055084533112833717</guid><description>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt -0.75pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-outline-level: 6; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: #333333; font-family: Symbol; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;Hoje, neste tempo que é seu, o futuro está sendo plantado. As escolhas que você procura, os amigos que você cultiva, as leituras que você faz, os valores que você abraça, os amores que você ama, tudo será determinante para a colheita futura.&lt;br /&gt;
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***Padre Fábio de Melo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivaOQ0YMi5FVI53AYDQ5QAkSE9fmPmPa4qISZdb-ZtGksUkZ8ebXgFbqujZMcV8DHBJNMpGXsI5BWObVT1ZUxElz3IFSU8pF7NxKJ4xmfqx-ZP3abivWFjMQCXgsG2VuzUzWLLBQdU027E/s1600/beijando+o+peixe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" ida="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivaOQ0YMi5FVI53AYDQ5QAkSE9fmPmPa4qISZdb-ZtGksUkZ8ebXgFbqujZMcV8DHBJNMpGXsI5BWObVT1ZUxElz3IFSU8pF7NxKJ4xmfqx-ZP3abivWFjMQCXgsG2VuzUzWLLBQdU027E/s320/beijando+o+peixe.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt -0.75pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-outline-level: 6; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivaOQ0YMi5FVI53AYDQ5QAkSE9fmPmPa4qISZdb-ZtGksUkZ8ebXgFbqujZMcV8DHBJNMpGXsI5BWObVT1ZUxElz3IFSU8pF7NxKJ4xmfqx-ZP3abivWFjMQCXgsG2VuzUzWLLBQdU027E/s72-c/beijando+o+peixe.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://cileneviana.blogspot.com/2011/10/concentro-me-e-encontro-um-mundo-em-mim.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cilene Viana)</author><pubDate>Sun, 30 Oct 2011 00:39:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805509020098584797.post-2809157931671524742</guid><description>&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Concentro-me e encontro um mundo em mim mesmo! Mas, também aí, é um mundo de pressentimentos e desejos obscuros e não de imagens nítidas e forças vivas. Tudo flutua vagamente nos meus sentidos, e assim, sorrindo e sonhando, prossigo na minha viagem através do mundo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWPH-HEbQcTswXydyFRwsYDu7ednds59gUOvIzSrLhx1Zbs8rnOQls_lXWcOa7tU-5eSzh_Mzs_lmQiVNNY0rgWtY6G6SryknZWLRJ9S6iSVm6kd-BmMN0LCtMVQVs8X4xD12Qo_B7D9wK/s1600/380753_298122300215420_272623902765260_1164858_789634155_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ida="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWPH-HEbQcTswXydyFRwsYDu7ednds59gUOvIzSrLhx1Zbs8rnOQls_lXWcOa7tU-5eSzh_Mzs_lmQiVNNY0rgWtY6G6SryknZWLRJ9S6iSVm6kd-BmMN0LCtMVQVs8X4xD12Qo_B7D9wK/s320/380753_298122300215420_272623902765260_1164858_789634155_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWPH-HEbQcTswXydyFRwsYDu7ednds59gUOvIzSrLhx1Zbs8rnOQls_lXWcOa7tU-5eSzh_Mzs_lmQiVNNY0rgWtY6G6SryknZWLRJ9S6iSVm6kd-BmMN0LCtMVQVs8X4xD12Qo_B7D9wK/s72-c/380753_298122300215420_272623902765260_1164858_789634155_n.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://cileneviana.blogspot.com/2011/10/eu-queria-me-livrar-das-algemas-dessa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cilene Viana)</author><pubDate>Sun, 30 Oct 2011 00:35:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805509020098584797.post-2210517339485659590</guid><description>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Eu queria me livrar das algemas, dessa vontade de querer tudo, de abraçar o mundo, desse desespero que me faz me &lt;i&gt;agarrar a tudo&lt;/i&gt;, de desejar dominar o que não tenho o que &lt;i&gt;não posso possuir&lt;/i&gt; o que nunca será meu, e o que me leva a esse buraco é o fato de não poder aceitar caminhar sozinha, sem mãos para me guiar, ter alguém com quem eu possa contar confiar, me entregar. A verdade é que eu não consigo sozinha, mas prender alguém que eu amo pra ela nunca ir embora não vai fazer ficar por aqui. Muito pelo contrario, e na minha cabeça eu não consigo associar isso, alias a cabeça obedece quem não obedece é o coração. Ele &amp;nbsp;não aceita, é carente, possessivo, ciumento, dominador... &amp;nbsp;ah, eu sei que vou sofrer muito por ai, mas não aprendo, nunca aprendi! Eu tenho medo de que se um dia conseguir me desvencilhar de tudo isso, eu fique fria, um ser humano “sem alma”, mas toda essa dor por dentro também não dá.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj1z2xKGHXtrpgYMFpuRDiwB85I9ONMwfXs6G-0eMGD1OE1JgrLrr_tNZ_bLndfrpQ0_OAtWGErJEwQv93DNs1U3gmO5e4wCC0MsOx9Z7rm90hNGqf43vZYn7qchhEWC0jxVrZB7PWlr7Z/s1600/148.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ida="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj1z2xKGHXtrpgYMFpuRDiwB85I9ONMwfXs6G-0eMGD1OE1JgrLrr_tNZ_bLndfrpQ0_OAtWGErJEwQv93DNs1U3gmO5e4wCC0MsOx9Z7rm90hNGqf43vZYn7qchhEWC0jxVrZB7PWlr7Z/s1600/148.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj1z2xKGHXtrpgYMFpuRDiwB85I9ONMwfXs6G-0eMGD1OE1JgrLrr_tNZ_bLndfrpQ0_OAtWGErJEwQv93DNs1U3gmO5e4wCC0MsOx9Z7rm90hNGqf43vZYn7qchhEWC0jxVrZB7PWlr7Z/s72-c/148.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://cileneviana.blogspot.com/2011/10/celebrar-vida-e-somar-amigos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cilene Viana)</author><pubDate>Tue, 25 Oct 2011 11:36:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805509020098584797.post-6517492075795365804</guid><description>&lt;h6 style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Celebrar a vida é somar amigos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;experiências e conquistas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;dando-lhes sempre algum significado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Diante de um obstáculo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;não cruzes os braços, pois o maior &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;homem do mundo morreu de braços abertos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Elogie os amigos em público, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;critique em particular. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Errar é humano, perdoar é divino. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Evitar a felicidade com medo que ela acabe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;é o melhor meio de ser infeliz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Faça amizade com a bondade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;das pessoas, nunca com seus bens! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Felicidade é a certeza de que a nossa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimXE6OCClkLnnssM-_ohEK9IMNqFM8KU11-f9uChTFbh1UAJ2fsQWtkASVchp0-3E0i0UCcTzzdcgDbmGdl-xWS8a7F3G6XOxE7MvLV8gGdhXUF0gXH80fc3484n0Yg6AfkMknhsOJwH1O/s1600/110818-Celebrar-a-vida.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" ida="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimXE6OCClkLnnssM-_ohEK9IMNqFM8KU11-f9uChTFbh1UAJ2fsQWtkASVchp0-3E0i0UCcTzzdcgDbmGdl-xWS8a7F3G6XOxE7MvLV8gGdhXUF0gXH80fc3484n0Yg6AfkMknhsOJwH1O/s320/110818-Celebrar-a-vida.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 style="background: white; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;vida não está se passando inutilmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;&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; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimXE6OCClkLnnssM-_ohEK9IMNqFM8KU11-f9uChTFbh1UAJ2fsQWtkASVchp0-3E0i0UCcTzzdcgDbmGdl-xWS8a7F3G6XOxE7MvLV8gGdhXUF0gXH80fc3484n0Yg6AfkMknhsOJwH1O/s72-c/110818-Celebrar-a-vida.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Como os problemas de pessoas próximas me afetam...</title><link>http://cileneviana.blogspot.com/2011/10/como-os-problemas-de-pessoas-proximas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cilene Viana)</author><pubDate>Tue, 25 Oct 2011 11:24:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805509020098584797.post-6956074009185872136</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQo347JnP3MFDDAkKdiG2nBYwM0QMNoSG2SYtMNXPRrcKNKZ65C0cQP8Y-pkwydTnNmfrl_50ua-bv93xKC56XtO4we9DCXEGFr5W2_WcRY4vqr823HHV-A_4fC9LN4GynnFdeSh6sK7jQ/s1600/21309.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" ida="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQo347JnP3MFDDAkKdiG2nBYwM0QMNoSG2SYtMNXPRrcKNKZ65C0cQP8Y-pkwydTnNmfrl_50ua-bv93xKC56XtO4we9DCXEGFr5W2_WcRY4vqr823HHV-A_4fC9LN4GynnFdeSh6sK7jQ/s320/21309.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mesmo sabendo que todo mundo passa por problemas e mesmo já tendo escrito em algum post&amp;nbsp;anterior de que eles servem para nos deixar fortes, ver pessoas próximas de mim com problema me incomoda bastante, principalmente se essa pessoa for tão presente e atuante&amp;nbsp;em minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;
Acredito que o "incomodar bastante" é principalmente, pelo fato de não poder ajudá-lo a resolver... Bate um sentimento de "incapacidade”... Muito ruim isso...&lt;br /&gt;
Queria ter o poder da "mulher-maravilha" ou uma "varinha mágica" para poder realizar os desejos das pessoas... Ficaria muito satisfeita se eu pudesse manter todos protegidos nos meus braços, mas isso é impossível!&lt;br /&gt;
A única coisa que posso fazer é pedir a Deus proteção&amp;nbsp;para todos eles e para mim, quem sabe eu posso fazer alguma&amp;nbsp;coisa através&amp;nbsp;do poder da oração...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;“Senhor, blinda o meu corpo, a minha casa, a minha família e todas as pessoas queridas de todo o mal. Amém!"</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQo347JnP3MFDDAkKdiG2nBYwM0QMNoSG2SYtMNXPRrcKNKZ65C0cQP8Y-pkwydTnNmfrl_50ua-bv93xKC56XtO4we9DCXEGFr5W2_WcRY4vqr823HHV-A_4fC9LN4GynnFdeSh6sK7jQ/s72-c/21309.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://cileneviana.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cilene Viana)</author><pubDate>Mon, 24 Oct 2011 20:17:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805509020098584797.post-2832585939349726995</guid><description>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;...Então os meus braços não vão ser suficientes para abraçar você e a minha voz... vai querer dizer tanta, mas tanta coisa que eu vou ficar calado, um tempo enorme só olhando você sem dizer nada, só olhando e pensando, meu Deus, mas como você me dói de vez em quando...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil6yUzuxvt2nPAnZ6_NpF3IMzwxRoViI3x7QEmvb0iEB0ZI-bj78NpU6XmgPyjL6c03_XnkJa69r9gZKiayLZ19P87FJ_sm2JoM0lh23KzKEbM4ExoODXCfnxtEr_wxa9wZShSRLtqDpvj/s1600/troca+de+olhares.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ida="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil6yUzuxvt2nPAnZ6_NpF3IMzwxRoViI3x7QEmvb0iEB0ZI-bj78NpU6XmgPyjL6c03_XnkJa69r9gZKiayLZ19P87FJ_sm2JoM0lh23KzKEbM4ExoODXCfnxtEr_wxa9wZShSRLtqDpvj/s320/troca+de+olhares.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil6yUzuxvt2nPAnZ6_NpF3IMzwxRoViI3x7QEmvb0iEB0ZI-bj78NpU6XmgPyjL6c03_XnkJa69r9gZKiayLZ19P87FJ_sm2JoM0lh23KzKEbM4ExoODXCfnxtEr_wxa9wZShSRLtqDpvj/s72-c/troca+de+olhares.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://cileneviana.blogspot.com/2011/10/vantagem-de-ter-pessima-memoria-e.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cilene Viana)</author><pubDate>Mon, 24 Oct 2011 20:04:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805509020098584797.post-1970962892023820855</guid><description>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vantagem de ter péssima memória é divertir-se muitas vezes com as mesmas coisas boas como se fosse a primeira vez.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjG133LQz-TbWBiMFg6GmoKzPAQRPDf5nTnRzf2I0fUpa0Jonfftc0mIrClyRG3PHtLbGNRJ3N4zw5wj3BT7KR99103Xqv1ooEvjV2bxlveGcLHsbYqgeIQCGjrMi6dIftligefuxUG_uH/s1600/viver3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" ida="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjG133LQz-TbWBiMFg6GmoKzPAQRPDf5nTnRzf2I0fUpa0Jonfftc0mIrClyRG3PHtLbGNRJ3N4zw5wj3BT7KR99103Xqv1ooEvjV2bxlveGcLHsbYqgeIQCGjrMi6dIftligefuxUG_uH/s320/viver3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjG133LQz-TbWBiMFg6GmoKzPAQRPDf5nTnRzf2I0fUpa0Jonfftc0mIrClyRG3PHtLbGNRJ3N4zw5wj3BT7KR99103Xqv1ooEvjV2bxlveGcLHsbYqgeIQCGjrMi6dIftligefuxUG_uH/s72-c/viver3.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://cileneviana.blogspot.com/2011/10/sabe-o-que-quero-de-verdade-jamais.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cilene Viana)</author><pubDate>Mon, 24 Oct 2011 20:00:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805509020098584797.post-1811451085659800566</guid><description>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;"Sabe o que quero de verdade? Jamais perder a sensibilidade, mesmo que às vezes ela arranhe um pouco a alma. Porque sem ela, não poderia mais sentir a mim mesma".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8qxH-pXFGDQnPB04R_aMkJIMKfGQ_ciEM9UbzYoZPj6CWmHWE8OpfQNd4a6p8cPL8HKaq-L7ZWlkXSK7FRYqMmthrUKhO3DMQS4UNI0C2C5UTA5t3cAOc5bkJDDdCmdCjOr50tqga9kMG/s1600/alegria.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ida="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8qxH-pXFGDQnPB04R_aMkJIMKfGQ_ciEM9UbzYoZPj6CWmHWE8OpfQNd4a6p8cPL8HKaq-L7ZWlkXSK7FRYqMmthrUKhO3DMQS4UNI0C2C5UTA5t3cAOc5bkJDDdCmdCjOr50tqga9kMG/s1600/alegria.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8qxH-pXFGDQnPB04R_aMkJIMKfGQ_ciEM9UbzYoZPj6CWmHWE8OpfQNd4a6p8cPL8HKaq-L7ZWlkXSK7FRYqMmthrUKhO3DMQS4UNI0C2C5UTA5t3cAOc5bkJDDdCmdCjOr50tqga9kMG/s72-c/alegria.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Eu acredito que tudo acontece por um motivo...</title><link>http://cileneviana.blogspot.com/2011/10/eu-acredito-que-tudo-acontece-por-um.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cilene Viana)</author><pubDate>Mon, 24 Oct 2011 19:53:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805509020098584797.post-6276132748719757750</guid><description>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7heo94we6ZzcGbQjMtHJc3UAglt3fiO5_I6wn5m7rstPqVxO1gD_z0zHoTZHtAlcqxmW7CC2PXiwZRFfp5Cfu-Zbe6shSGHtV6TKZV7BiO88a92P_vrQXOgvCwCWCXZgFUbFhGzRDhbC9/s1600/arvore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ida="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7heo94we6ZzcGbQjMtHJc3UAglt3fiO5_I6wn5m7rstPqVxO1gD_z0zHoTZHtAlcqxmW7CC2PXiwZRFfp5Cfu-Zbe6shSGHtV6TKZV7BiO88a92P_vrQXOgvCwCWCXZgFUbFhGzRDhbC9/s1600/arvore.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;As pessoas mudam para que você consiga&lt;br /&gt;
deixá-las para lá. As coisas dão mal para você&lt;br /&gt;
aprender a apreciá-las quando estão boas.&lt;br /&gt;
E às vezes, coisas boas se separam para que&lt;br /&gt;
coisas melhores ainda se juntem.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="caption"&gt;♫ &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Respeito muito minhas lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;
Mas ainda mais minha risada... "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ♫&lt;br /&gt;
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Caetano Veloso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin0hO1m3hCm73kI8UJQMO0rVarhDxiXQ752Dp1EBDZUz5AXDMT0nlV6HyZ7W6gMsCMAcnZT3mZ9tdaqEoYFOObLPE5BjYNfmZlfrwq6JPnTwuBXjWbMsbcOqA9Bblp6q9ouDD4Vvq2eUXE/s72-c/risos.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://cileneviana.blogspot.com/2011/10/porque-vida-segue.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cilene Viana)</author><pubDate>Mon, 24 Oct 2011 19:38:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805509020098584797.post-7667428587611236979</guid><description>&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Porque a vida segue. Mas o que foi bonito fica com toda a força. Mesmo que a gen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;te tente apagar com outras coisas bonitas ou leves, certos momentos nem o tempo apaga.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGFpJmagI9R8bZlVM165s8-hTt_TzdDCfChUOpv9Of27OUUoAQa3xkPAQl0yQ94f6cCLDjEiLkWVvg0mG-zPuNVgLqnkPm3ajHsEpQN89OYOT1MyNA8fV0RKYj6A2KYVn2tVmMKh44VngG/s1600/tumblr_lfj7vmCVdP1qgxc3ao1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" ida="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGFpJmagI9R8bZlVM165s8-hTt_TzdDCfChUOpv9Of27OUUoAQa3xkPAQl0yQ94f6cCLDjEiLkWVvg0mG-zPuNVgLqnkPm3ajHsEpQN89OYOT1MyNA8fV0RKYj6A2KYVn2tVmMKh44VngG/s320/tumblr_lfj7vmCVdP1qgxc3ao1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGFpJmagI9R8bZlVM165s8-hTt_TzdDCfChUOpv9Of27OUUoAQa3xkPAQl0yQ94f6cCLDjEiLkWVvg0mG-zPuNVgLqnkPm3ajHsEpQN89OYOT1MyNA8fV0RKYj6A2KYVn2tVmMKh44VngG/s72-c/tumblr_lfj7vmCVdP1qgxc3ao1_500.png" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://cileneviana.blogspot.com/2011/10/eu-so-tenho-certeza-de-que-um-abraco.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cilene Viana)</author><pubDate>Mon, 24 Oct 2011 19:27:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805509020098584797.post-9051004084333839606</guid><description>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;Eu só tenho certeza de que um abraço seu faz muuuuita diferença para mim.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7m-10bdPGBE2PjCWBlN32bP_ZpDrWWFVq1MjsRux-JOi0wC4hRSrGpbULoOZBo97X7S1HGg1ypLh3p-sKECyUpwzCCTSY4gqkDXol9n5tcfzWmO-zbeWTLFkP844ozMytQDAhwg3Pqek9/s1600/beijo+e+cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ida="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7m-10bdPGBE2PjCWBlN32bP_ZpDrWWFVq1MjsRux-JOi0wC4hRSrGpbULoOZBo97X7S1HGg1ypLh3p-sKECyUpwzCCTSY4gqkDXol9n5tcfzWmO-zbeWTLFkP844ozMytQDAhwg3Pqek9/s320/beijo+e+cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7m-10bdPGBE2PjCWBlN32bP_ZpDrWWFVq1MjsRux-JOi0wC4hRSrGpbULoOZBo97X7S1HGg1ypLh3p-sKECyUpwzCCTSY4gqkDXol9n5tcfzWmO-zbeWTLFkP844ozMytQDAhwg3Pqek9/s72-c/beijo+e+cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.png" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Todos nós gostamos de promoções não é? Que tal essa...</title><link>http://cileneviana.blogspot.com/2011/10/todos-nos-gostamos-de-promocoes-nao-e.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cilene Viana)</author><pubDate>Mon, 24 Oct 2011 00:07:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805509020098584797.post-6907012496824211045</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitzB9r98LFgLe6bxB1WdT0w2FAWJqG83mZ9mIyrJcxFk1broj-hzJMSMQ3vdfT63qmW903Gn0bJuy6HYlKTwytBkFWPPoNP5ZYi6cQz89wy5FjWZl7EL0EP6ByxTobvYpfKBIHm7d4MSoI/s1600/promo%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitzB9r98LFgLe6bxB1WdT0w2FAWJqG83mZ9mIyrJcxFk1broj-hzJMSMQ3vdfT63qmW903Gn0bJuy6HYlKTwytBkFWPPoNP5ZYi6cQz89wy5FjWZl7EL0EP6ByxTobvYpfKBIHm7d4MSoI/s320/promo%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitzB9r98LFgLe6bxB1WdT0w2FAWJqG83mZ9mIyrJcxFk1broj-hzJMSMQ3vdfT63qmW903Gn0bJuy6HYlKTwytBkFWPPoNP5ZYi6cQz89wy5FjWZl7EL0EP6ByxTobvYpfKBIHm7d4MSoI/s72-c/promo%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://cileneviana.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-caminho-e-estreito-lagrimas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cilene Viana)</author><pubDate>Sun, 23 Oct 2011 23:56:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805509020098584797.post-154302458607568818</guid><description>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;O caminho é estreito, lágrimas constantes, situações difíceis, mas eu sei que Deus está comigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgauUhOZoe9xz3t4qwa9m71VZOTySv9v61xErYogImCPjjp7TkWYR7bQSAf45oDoLX3oJZJ_HAerHGQnjKqri7jhCYfV_Wt5KqEQaB5buOPRR64pZbXoY8F8fBEviorNDB-DjXEENwppfON/s1600/amor-de-deus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" rda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgauUhOZoe9xz3t4qwa9m71VZOTySv9v61xErYogImCPjjp7TkWYR7bQSAf45oDoLX3oJZJ_HAerHGQnjKqri7jhCYfV_Wt5KqEQaB5buOPRR64pZbXoY8F8fBEviorNDB-DjXEENwppfON/s320/amor-de-deus.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgauUhOZoe9xz3t4qwa9m71VZOTySv9v61xErYogImCPjjp7TkWYR7bQSAf45oDoLX3oJZJ_HAerHGQnjKqri7jhCYfV_Wt5KqEQaB5buOPRR64pZbXoY8F8fBEviorNDB-DjXEENwppfON/s72-c/amor-de-deus.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://cileneviana.blogspot.com/2011/10/sorte-pra-mim-e-sol-no-sabado.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cilene Viana)</author><pubDate>Sun, 23 Oct 2011 23:46:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805509020098584797.post-6303910334012203762</guid><description>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"Sorte pra mim é sol no sábado. É reunir os melhores amigos com chapeuzinho de aniversário. É saber que amanhã é sexta. Sorte é saber que eu sou forte, capaz e saudável. É ter pra quem ligar quando eu quero rir. E ter alguém pra chamar quando eu quero colo. É ter certezas de que vai dar tempo. De que vai dar saudade. E de que eu sou determinada a ponto de quebrar a cara (e de não desistir com isso)."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVnU1-x-gA87WCXBjF_kL8peNb544iisr4MW5H7OsXdlsHNcQBM1lngrPK0YjeLI06CwOZ0tMCKSMw8WrYJoqQnGSD_-toMHPuuzBqn1o6cYbd-FA7AMk5UdRayH8E7Z4h3h4jzLM20RfE/s1600/mulher+no+barco+ao+por+do+sol.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" rda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVnU1-x-gA87WCXBjF_kL8peNb544iisr4MW5H7OsXdlsHNcQBM1lngrPK0YjeLI06CwOZ0tMCKSMw8WrYJoqQnGSD_-toMHPuuzBqn1o6cYbd-FA7AMk5UdRayH8E7Z4h3h4jzLM20RfE/s320/mulher+no+barco+ao+por+do+sol.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVnU1-x-gA87WCXBjF_kL8peNb544iisr4MW5H7OsXdlsHNcQBM1lngrPK0YjeLI06CwOZ0tMCKSMw8WrYJoqQnGSD_-toMHPuuzBqn1o6cYbd-FA7AMk5UdRayH8E7Z4h3h4jzLM20RfE/s72-c/mulher+no+barco+ao+por+do+sol.gif" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Decidi não ficar mais triste. Certas coisas não valem minha dor. Pessoas, muito menos.</title><link>http://cileneviana.blogspot.com/2011/10/decidi-nao-ficar-mais-triste-certas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cilene Viana)</author><pubDate>Sun, 23 Oct 2011 23:28:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805509020098584797.post-8632868302720198892</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4ISIjTWptx-INysz7went8guTLqo67WdQDJOFy2U-pjCKzKdNbkYohcQxTg8UCrqCEiIJ2p7x9I0jBilf89Ps97dQv6wBKdJgMkE25dUHn6DmwVBKHJDYZ6QF2fMRD67okipz1IzZq3t0/s1600/312804_296267197068082_283864551641680_1144936_1279157957_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4ISIjTWptx-INysz7went8guTLqo67WdQDJOFy2U-pjCKzKdNbkYohcQxTg8UCrqCEiIJ2p7x9I0jBilf89Ps97dQv6wBKdJgMkE25dUHn6DmwVBKHJDYZ6QF2fMRD67okipz1IzZq3t0/s320/312804_296267197068082_283864551641680_1144936_1279157957_n.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4ISIjTWptx-INysz7went8guTLqo67WdQDJOFy2U-pjCKzKdNbkYohcQxTg8UCrqCEiIJ2p7x9I0jBilf89Ps97dQv6wBKdJgMkE25dUHn6DmwVBKHJDYZ6QF2fMRD67okipz1IzZq3t0/s72-c/312804_296267197068082_283864551641680_1144936_1279157957_n.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://cileneviana.blogspot.com/2011/10/comece-se-preocupar-com-minha.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cilene Viana)</author><pubDate>Sun, 23 Oct 2011 23:12:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805509020098584797.post-7955787029182955464</guid><description>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comece a se preocupar com a minha indiferença, as pessoas só perdem o seu valor para mim quando elas fazem alguma coisa!&lt;br /&gt;
Não to curtindo pessoas “ioiô”, com um sobe e desce de “caráter”...&lt;br /&gt;
Apesar de que eu acho que caráter não se muda...ou você é assim ou você é “assado”...só se o seu estilo for &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;camaleão! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Não gosto de botar e tirar a mesma pessoa na minha vida... Ou você entra ou você sai, ficar no meio do caminho só&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;atrapalha a entrada de novas pessoas nesse meu mundo!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtKUe6ZDA2M7T7N6yKRhPHJtuRm0acaD2_XYNuL4essPbUo65woCwNHfvTcJsbPWszkpS5ePEG35yfnnaBljUbRLYqj_v0csQEaJc7Fcepmfg2ryKlynFLMdMRdnvneR_FvOIhIt1SH7kC/s1600/oculos-de-sol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" rda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtKUe6ZDA2M7T7N6yKRhPHJtuRm0acaD2_XYNuL4essPbUo65woCwNHfvTcJsbPWszkpS5ePEG35yfnnaBljUbRLYqj_v0csQEaJc7Fcepmfg2ryKlynFLMdMRdnvneR_FvOIhIt1SH7kC/s320/oculos-de-sol.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtKUe6ZDA2M7T7N6yKRhPHJtuRm0acaD2_XYNuL4essPbUo65woCwNHfvTcJsbPWszkpS5ePEG35yfnnaBljUbRLYqj_v0csQEaJc7Fcepmfg2ryKlynFLMdMRdnvneR_FvOIhIt1SH7kC/s72-c/oculos-de-sol.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Oi pessoas ;-) Postaram no meu Face e compartilho com vocês!</title><link>http://cileneviana.blogspot.com/2011/10/oi-pessoas-postaram-no-meu-face-e.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cilene Viana)</author><pubDate>Sun, 23 Oct 2011 22:55:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805509020098584797.post-2622218660047627920</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-OT5922ExrcCijApbNoq29-DRoD65fo3HzCjStBW3nS-kaYshhbYWrw_LNv6LJiaUwur-nV3eISXGJj858PGyCyLYol7ibe6eXHbcIZBQNweogKGhOAFY-WPeQn1QLiqgcNVVzm3kQoQ2/s1600/296549_164642813627922_164636900295180_295787_2126989310_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" rda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-OT5922ExrcCijApbNoq29-DRoD65fo3HzCjStBW3nS-kaYshhbYWrw_LNv6LJiaUwur-nV3eISXGJj858PGyCyLYol7ibe6eXHbcIZBQNweogKGhOAFY-WPeQn1QLiqgcNVVzm3kQoQ2/s320/296549_164642813627922_164636900295180_295787_2126989310_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;'Sinceramente? Acho que não importa o quanto a minha vida de solteira é maravilhosa! Eu tenho amigos incríveis, vejo o dia nascer de óculos escuro e não dou satisfação pra ninguém quando fico de madrugada dançando e me divertindo por aí.&lt;br /&gt;
Certo?! Mais ou menos!&lt;br /&gt;
Eu sou uma pessoa de humor alterante. Adoro não ter compromisso com ninguém, mas as vezes acho essa vida sem dia seguinte um tanto quanto vazia. Talvez essa vida que levo seja uma busca por alguém que me faça sentir borboletas no estômago.&lt;br /&gt;
Talvez não.&lt;br /&gt;
Talvez eu goste mesmo é das noites loucas, capuccinos tristes e pistas falsas. Talvez eu esteja sozinha por opção, mas acho que nenhuma dessas opções é meu caso. Meu coração saiu de férias. Foi dar uma volta pra se recuperar e ainda não voltou. Engraçado como as coisas são. Eu sempre tenho certeza de que estou pronta pra outro. Mas quando um olhar lindo me tira do chão, eu percebo q preciso de muitos mais olhares lindos. Eu preciso de mim mesma de volta! Inteira. Porque se dar em pedacinhos para alguém não é bom. Eu não acho! Não gosto de migalhas, nem de metades. Não gosto também de quem se satisfaça com pouco. Nada é muito quando o mundo é meu.&lt;br /&gt;
Por isso eu continuo assim. Me conhecendo, me procurando, me querendo. Não me entendam mal. Não sou narcisista, nem tenho um caso perdido de amor próprio. Muito pelo contrário. Aquele famoso clichê: "VOCÊ PRECISA SE AMAR PARA AMAR ALGUÉM" cabe muito bem aqui!&lt;br /&gt;
Quando o coração estiver pronto de novo, eu aviso. E coloco numa bandeja para quem pagar o preço!!!'</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-OT5922ExrcCijApbNoq29-DRoD65fo3HzCjStBW3nS-kaYshhbYWrw_LNv6LJiaUwur-nV3eISXGJj858PGyCyLYol7ibe6eXHbcIZBQNweogKGhOAFY-WPeQn1QLiqgcNVVzm3kQoQ2/s72-c/296549_164642813627922_164636900295180_295787_2126989310_n.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://cileneviana.blogspot.com/2011/10/comecamos-amadurecer-quando-somos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cilene Viana)</author><pubDate>Sun, 23 Oct 2011 22:41:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805509020098584797.post-5225545276019379545</guid><description>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"Começamos amadurecer quando somos capazes de rir daquilo que um dia já nos fez chorar...!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyaTkYJKkquUEp9i3jn-XP3xAtf0Oga4jWGY_wLCPcUuXA55C8fyBOqV0ESUkC3KINk5Yy3NW7E-1aInkyhvIecE2xkchKQk9rwe_RTLy3aWC120Mk6Snj6UytbN12VELZJz65TroVwYVR/s1600/no+carro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" rda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyaTkYJKkquUEp9i3jn-XP3xAtf0Oga4jWGY_wLCPcUuXA55C8fyBOqV0ESUkC3KINk5Yy3NW7E-1aInkyhvIecE2xkchKQk9rwe_RTLy3aWC120Mk6Snj6UytbN12VELZJz65TroVwYVR/s320/no+carro.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyaTkYJKkquUEp9i3jn-XP3xAtf0Oga4jWGY_wLCPcUuXA55C8fyBOqV0ESUkC3KINk5Yy3NW7E-1aInkyhvIecE2xkchKQk9rwe_RTLy3aWC120Mk6Snj6UytbN12VELZJz65TroVwYVR/s72-c/no+carro.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Você acredita em uma outra vida...Só nós dois?</title><link>http://cileneviana.blogspot.com/2011/10/voce-acredita-em-uma-outra-vidaso-nos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cilene Viana)</author><pubDate>Sun, 23 Oct 2011 21:54:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805509020098584797.post-7546855719266058474</guid><description>&lt;span class="editablearea"&gt;Talvez não seja nessa vida ainda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="editablearea"&gt;Mas você ainda vai ser a minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="editablearea"&gt;Então a gente vai fugir pro mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="editablearea"&gt;Eu vou pedir pra namorar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="editablearea"&gt;Você vai me dizer que vai pensar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="editablearea"&gt;Mas no fim, vai deixar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5KZMhnYZ33fv-y3gSZIjBW7AX_JpzEGoxd9frOlvAAbT0HW15tsEb0n2IwJVEvyQRJeYPztOUNYf0v21nbYSCBhcAsqCy8a_pbK5tuhZyr3Ov9qyMUa47mBPH6i7SC9si39SjSS5q2Tz9/s1600/casal11.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5KZMhnYZ33fv-y3gSZIjBW7AX_JpzEGoxd9frOlvAAbT0HW15tsEb0n2IwJVEvyQRJeYPztOUNYf0v21nbYSCBhcAsqCy8a_pbK5tuhZyr3Ov9qyMUa47mBPH6i7SC9si39SjSS5q2Tz9/s320/casal11.bmp" width="317" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="editablearea"&gt;Talvez não seja nessa vida ainda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="editablearea"&gt;Mas você ainda vai ser a minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="editablearea"&gt;Sem ter mais mentiras pra me ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="editablearea"&gt;Sem amor antigo pra esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="editablearea"&gt;Sem os teus amigos pra esconder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="editablearea"&gt;Pode crer que tudo vai dar certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="editablearea"&gt;Uebaruê iô,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="editablearea"&gt;Sou Pescador, sonhador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="editablearea"&gt;Vou dizer pra Deus nosso senhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="editablearea"&gt;Que tu és o amor da minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="editablearea"&gt;Pois não dá pra viver nessa vida morrendo de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="editablearea"&gt;Talvez não seja nessa vida ainda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="editablearea"&gt;Mas você ainda vai ser a minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="editablearea"&gt;E uma abelhinha vai fazer o mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="editablearea"&gt;Estrela Dalva vai cruzar no céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="editablearea"&gt;E o vento certo vai soprar no mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="editablearea"&gt;Pode crer, que tudo vai dar certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span itemprop="description"&gt;&lt;span class="editablearea"&gt;Uebaruê iô,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="editablearea"&gt;Sou Pescador, sonhador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="editablearea"&gt;Vou dizer pra Deus nosso senhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="editablearea"&gt;Que tu és o amor da minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="editablearea"&gt;Pois não dá pra viver nessa vida morrendo de amor&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&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Você acredita em uma outra vida, só nós dois?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Pode crer que tudo vai dar certo... !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5KZMhnYZ33fv-y3gSZIjBW7AX_JpzEGoxd9frOlvAAbT0HW15tsEb0n2IwJVEvyQRJeYPztOUNYf0v21nbYSCBhcAsqCy8a_pbK5tuhZyr3Ov9qyMUa47mBPH6i7SC9si39SjSS5q2Tz9/s72-c/casal11.bmp" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://cileneviana.blogspot.com/2011/10/creio-no-riso-e-nas-lagrimas-como.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cilene Viana)</author><pubDate>Sun, 23 Oct 2011 20:13:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805509020098584797.post-5852039969280596399</guid><description>&lt;div class="description" style="margin: auto 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c33f3f; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"CREIO NO RISO E NAS LÁGRIMAS COMO ANTÍDOTOS CONTRA O ÓDIO E O TERROR." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;CHARLES CHAPLIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu29CKUP_R5-IrrgMfjlKjZnyNmOT39NpAEQUT7aw2rYPuj92EOhOv7nduJGebs2i1mPF5nwAa9UdQD1oO8s_c92A698faceq1rQdJdWEPxSyQxGnPZZ0zLXsnAtb4W0dI_2N0lUhII73V/s1600/20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu29CKUP_R5-IrrgMfjlKjZnyNmOT39NpAEQUT7aw2rYPuj92EOhOv7nduJGebs2i1mPF5nwAa9UdQD1oO8s_c92A698faceq1rQdJdWEPxSyQxGnPZZ0zLXsnAtb4W0dI_2N0lUhII73V/s320/20.jpg" width="319" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="description" style="margin: auto 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c33f3f; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf_s2yJ4WwRSUyS7NcvChWFd64hnPr2DkwYEtkU6EIGSugohyphenhyphenMFijMkGQCL67ExS1oINWFnNR-EV2ECf_KCOFZPHsHnJgCQ8c1JpfNAhk6qGG-wQdcBG_zbySp2fhBOkMxpTdBQZHFPzUK/s1600/bebe-chorando.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf_s2yJ4WwRSUyS7NcvChWFd64hnPr2DkwYEtkU6EIGSugohyphenhyphenMFijMkGQCL67ExS1oINWFnNR-EV2ECf_KCOFZPHsHnJgCQ8c1JpfNAhk6qGG-wQdcBG_zbySp2fhBOkMxpTdBQZHFPzUK/s320/bebe-chorando.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu29CKUP_R5-IrrgMfjlKjZnyNmOT39NpAEQUT7aw2rYPuj92EOhOv7nduJGebs2i1mPF5nwAa9UdQD1oO8s_c92A698faceq1rQdJdWEPxSyQxGnPZZ0zLXsnAtb4W0dI_2N0lUhII73V/s72-c/20.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://cileneviana.blogspot.com/2011/10/nao-sou-para-todos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cilene Viana)</author><pubDate>Sun, 23 Oct 2011 19:27:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805509020098584797.post-6684559347328600321</guid><description>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Não sou para todos.&lt;br /&gt;
Gosto muito do meu mundinho.&lt;br /&gt;
Ele é cheio de surpresas,&lt;br /&gt;
palavras soltas e cores misturadas.&lt;br /&gt;
Às vezes tem um céu azul, outras tempestade.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Lá dentro cabem sonhos&lt;br /&gt;
de todos os tamanhos.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas não cabe muita gente.&lt;br /&gt;
Todas as pessoas que estão dentro&lt;br /&gt;
dele não estão por acaso.&lt;br /&gt;
São necessárias!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuzcwfrXs373Fa9kue6tvpXEktQsq4-7TFE5fptgGI9rR5i940o-o3p4npPXPZVYOac5bGWyEVBfAXYWSNifckXtbPx_oCWCRSzmf7sWc1zqi_Ropi6UmgQijxVDYvRDFrw4h22tg40IkX/s1600/p.txt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" rda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuzcwfrXs373Fa9kue6tvpXEktQsq4-7TFE5fptgGI9rR5i940o-o3p4npPXPZVYOac5bGWyEVBfAXYWSNifckXtbPx_oCWCRSzmf7sWc1zqi_Ropi6UmgQijxVDYvRDFrw4h22tg40IkX/s320/p.txt.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuzcwfrXs373Fa9kue6tvpXEktQsq4-7TFE5fptgGI9rR5i940o-o3p4npPXPZVYOac5bGWyEVBfAXYWSNifckXtbPx_oCWCRSzmf7sWc1zqi_Ropi6UmgQijxVDYvRDFrw4h22tg40IkX/s72-c/p.txt.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://cileneviana.blogspot.com/2011/10/sinto-o-vento-trazendo-bons-fluidos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cilene Viana)</author><pubDate>Sun, 23 Oct 2011 19:11:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805509020098584797.post-913378000125582092</guid><description>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;"Sinto o vento trazendo bons fluídos, boas novas. Por hora, passou o tempo das tempestades internas, das procuras incessantes, da busca constante para ser aceita. Estou mais perto de mim e sinto que dessa vez com mais calma. O olhar pra dentro faz milagres permanentes, ando respirando preces diárias."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZowLpKfqkuTxNwA5EkbOtD2mHiLVkv7K12Hr7rnO2lDjcQxh6lUapAOVOYKZPQp-P3y5cVEK_FRPtOx9ZlRsmgS4oZaHwhZUkYClgunugpzp5MwaNdT_h2JY7RD0g69AtXQKSVOdYotuN/s1600/menina+pensando.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZowLpKfqkuTxNwA5EkbOtD2mHiLVkv7K12Hr7rnO2lDjcQxh6lUapAOVOYKZPQp-P3y5cVEK_FRPtOx9ZlRsmgS4oZaHwhZUkYClgunugpzp5MwaNdT_h2JY7RD0g69AtXQKSVOdYotuN/s320/menina+pensando.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Penso que muitas coisas que acontecem na nossa vida é para nos obrigar a olhar para dentro de nós e fazer uma análise diária... verificar o que está andando bem e o que está fora dos "trilhos."&lt;br /&gt;
Para saber o que nos está angustiando é preciso fazer uma viagem interna, essa resposta se encontra dentro do nosso eu!&lt;br /&gt;
Quando fiz essa viagem, descobri que por mais que eu dissesse "Tenho fé em Deus" ou "Eu confio nele", eu estava vivendo a minha vida sem ele ou só lembrando dele (como muita gente faz) nas horas dos meus problemas, nas minhas alegrias dificilmente eu dizia: "Obrigada Senhor por essa alegria" ou quando alcançava algum objetivo, muito raramente eu dizia: "Obrigada Senhor por mais essa bênção!" &lt;br /&gt;
Agora só foi aparecer os primeiros ventos ruins e eu logo perguntei: "porquê comigo Senhor?"&lt;br /&gt;
E foi ai que a minha mãe falou: "Filha, se apega com Deus...Ele é pai e não desampara quem a ele recorre, fala com ele, abre a Bíblia e ele falará com você!"&lt;br /&gt;
Essas palavras eu nunca vou esquecer, fizeram toda a diferença!&lt;br /&gt;
No começo eu abria a Bíblia, meio sem jeito..sem muito entender como Deus falaria comigo ali...&lt;br /&gt;
A medida que eu ia me ajoelhando e falando com ele e entre lágrimas pedia para ele me tirar desse rio de lágrimas e angústia que tinha se tornado a minha vida...fui orando mais fervorosa e todas as vezes que eu tirava nem que fosse 5 minutos do meu tempo para falar com ele, o meu coração se alegrava e as angústias iam perdendo o seu peso!&lt;br /&gt;
Foi durante esses momentos que descobri que não sou nada sem Deus, ele é a minha base, é ele que me liberta, não tem comida nem bebida que me saciam mais do que as palavras dele.&lt;br /&gt;
Não adianta eu ficar só em palavras "Eu confio em Deus" eu tenho que demonstrar o meu amor, eu tenho que realmente crer!&lt;br /&gt;
Essas minhas palavras não é tentativa de "catequizar" alguém, é só um depoimento de como Deus está atuando na minha vida, mas se você realmente quer saber...você não será nada sem ele!&lt;br /&gt;
Quando as pessoas dizem: "Vá a igreja, lá é a casa de Deus!" eu respondo: "A casa de Deus é dentro dos nossos corações!" Ele habita dentro de mim e todas as vezes que quero encontra-lo, é nessa casa que eu vou, eu tenho certeza que vou encontrar ele dentro do meu coração...Ele sempre estar esperando por mim e por você também, basta que você permita que ele entre dentro de você, faça do seu coração a sua morada!&lt;br /&gt;
Desejo que essas minhas palavras sirvam para ajudar alguém, mesmo indiretamente... as experiências da nossa vida nos ligam a outras pessoas...talvez essas pessoas entrem nesse blog esperando não encontrar "nada demais" e saiam com alguma resposta dos seus problemas...se você se sentiu tocado ao terminar de ler...então&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;FOI PARA&amp;nbsp;VOCÊ QUE ESCREVI!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Cilene Viana.&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZowLpKfqkuTxNwA5EkbOtD2mHiLVkv7K12Hr7rnO2lDjcQxh6lUapAOVOYKZPQp-P3y5cVEK_FRPtOx9ZlRsmgS4oZaHwhZUkYClgunugpzp5MwaNdT_h2JY7RD0g69AtXQKSVOdYotuN/s72-c/menina+pensando.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Não é ser fria...</title><link>http://cileneviana.blogspot.com/2011/10/nao-e-ser-fria.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cilene Viana)</author><pubDate>Sun, 23 Oct 2011 16:26:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805509020098584797.post-1297915435116053437</guid><description>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É&amp;nbsp;ser cuidadosa. Não é ser grossa, é falar a verdade. Não é ser metida, é ter amor próprio.&lt;br /&gt;
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