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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uOlOe7W_VrdVsqmFLpUxwCAMV4U/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uOlOe7W_VrdVsqmFLpUxwCAMV4U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~4/nasFI3wjBy0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/2011/05/feliz-dia-da-nova-mamae.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMDQ30yfip7ImA9Wx5UFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9055079605664782826.post-5559787781182330804</id><published>2010-10-20T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T09:01:12.396-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-20T09:01:12.396-07:00</app:edited><title>Eleições 2010 ?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/feeds/5559787781182330804/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9055079605664782826&amp;postID=5559787781182330804" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/5559787781182330804?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/5559787781182330804?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~3/2P5m3nGodb0/eleicoes-2010.html" title="Eleições 2010 ?" /><author><name>André Luís Chemet Kanso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463806952240029856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Falta pouco para sabermos quem será o ponto de referência para o próximo governo brasileiro, durante os próximos 4 anos. Não me sinto à vontade com a expressão "quem governará", porque nossa história nos mostra que o cargo de presidente é bem mais representativo de comando, do que gestor de fato. Governa-se hoje em equipe, tornando possível fazer coisas que a incapacidade individual 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SANWb7H8bE-pwD7Zonq7YbV3K-8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SANWb7H8bE-pwD7Zonq7YbV3K-8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~4/2Qcz89yLkEQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/2010/04/erros-repetidos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEARHs6eyp7ImA9WxFSGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9055079605664782826.post-2428331994567169468</id><published>2010-04-21T03:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T04:00:45.513-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-21T04:00:45.513-07:00</app:edited><title>Caí da cama</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/feeds/2428331994567169468/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9055079605664782826&amp;postID=2428331994567169468" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/2428331994567169468?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/2428331994567169468?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~3/Hh_9nZ9vKIo/cai-da-cama.html" title="Caí da cama" /><author><name>André Luís Chemet Kanso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463806952240029856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Bom dia, dia de feriado. Caí da cama hoje. Na verdade acho que dormi muito mais do que venho dormindo ultimamente, porque ontem "dormi com as galinhas", como se dizia antigamente. Ontem recebi um email, cujo assunto não era novo, mas que gera reflexões. Trata-se de uma "piadinha" sobre os engenheiros, que, por terem usado o conhecimento de forma indevida, acabam sendo punidos por Deus, com falta 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NOC6QE2XcT6gQTf_FAS6LfgQdeY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NOC6QE2XcT6gQTf_FAS6LfgQdeY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~4/Hh_9nZ9vKIo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/2010/04/cai-da-cama.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4ASHYyeip7ImA9WxFSEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9055079605664782826.post-3341648822513355227</id><published>2010-04-13T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T12:45:49.892-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-13T12:45:49.892-07:00</app:edited><title>Força interior</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/feeds/3341648822513355227/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9055079605664782826&amp;postID=3341648822513355227" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/3341648822513355227?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/3341648822513355227?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~3/suGJ5dNXrC8/forca-interior.html" title="Força interior" /><author><name>André Luís Chemet Kanso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463806952240029856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">Tenho ocupado parte do meu tempo com reflexões sobre como as coisas são e como poderiam ter sido, para entender porque cheguei onde cheguei. São pensamentos que vem e vão, com entendimento ainda incompleto sobre diversas coisas, e dúvidas diversas sobre os caminhos certos a serem seguidos. Às vezes me pergunto para onde ir, como, quando, e outras dúvidas que vão por esses caminhos.Acho 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/j1LH9pvBOIW-vp42qK5ARvulW-g/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/j1LH9pvBOIW-vp42qK5ARvulW-g/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~4/suGJ5dNXrC8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/2010/04/forca-interior.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEGR3w4eyp7ImA9WxBUFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9055079605664782826.post-2185308011079213867</id><published>2010-03-02T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T13:00:26.233-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-02T13:00:26.233-08:00</app:edited><title>Tire as suas dúvidas</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/feeds/2185308011079213867/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9055079605664782826&amp;postID=2185308011079213867" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/2185308011079213867?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/2185308011079213867?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~3/VwIhzqKXb58/tire-as-suas-duvidas.html" title="Tire as suas dúvidas" /><author><name>André Luís Chemet Kanso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463806952240029856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Anda se perguntando se algo é certo ou errado? Tem dúvidas sobre qual religião ou crença seguir, porque acha que todas tem falhas? Vou ser sincero: seja bem vindo ao grupo! Tenho vivenciado uma imensa dificuldade em me enquadrar nos pensamentos padrões, nas verdades absolutas, mutáveis de crença para crença. Como pode uma verdade ser absoluta e, sob diversos ângulos, ser cheia de detalhes a serem
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZTqJAnwt9YoMOFQf84o2V-F9bF0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZTqJAnwt9YoMOFQf84o2V-F9bF0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~4/VwIhzqKXb58" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/2010/03/tire-as-suas-duvidas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UNSXw4fyp7ImA9WxBWGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9055079605664782826.post-462767542008360731</id><published>2010-02-10T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T10:08:18.237-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-10T10:08:18.237-08:00</app:edited><title>Meu presente</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/feeds/462767542008360731/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9055079605664782826&amp;postID=462767542008360731" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/462767542008360731?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/462767542008360731?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~3/8xA8JA3zxIU/meu-presente.html" title="Meu presente" /><author><name>André Luís Chemet Kanso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463806952240029856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Mais um ano vai, mais um ano vem, é só nois na fita e mais ninguém! Sobrevivi a mais um ano, com cabelos, sem muita barriga e as contas vão bem, obrigado. Ganhei uma carteira (continua vazia), algumas camisetas, um sapato e vários sorrisos amigos, que vem me acompanhando ao longo dos anos, graças a Deus.Um presente, todavia, me encantou em especial. Palavras escritas com atenção, com intenção e 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-n1tUYPjUlwTtQ1Hi6UDF4Y8Zrg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-n1tUYPjUlwTtQ1Hi6UDF4Y8Zrg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~4/8xA8JA3zxIU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/2010/02/meu-presente.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8BQXcyeSp7ImA9WxBXFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9055079605664782826.post-5945318083860695330</id><published>2010-01-27T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T04:04:10.991-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-27T04:04:10.991-08:00</app:edited><title>Saudades da infância</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/feeds/5945318083860695330/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9055079605664782826&amp;postID=5945318083860695330" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/5945318083860695330?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/5945318083860695330?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~3/tZo-6W7Lpq8/saudades-da-infancia.html" title="Saudades da infância" /><author><name>André Luís Chemet Kanso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463806952240029856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Poxa! Estou aqui pensando na vida e me bateu uma saudade da minha infância! Acho que todo mundo já pronunciou essa frase: "eu era feliz e não sabia". Pense bem, e volte um pouco no tempo, pois cada um, a seu modo, poderá se lembrar de algo, e, quem sabe, acrescentar algo ao texto. A infância é uma época danada de boa, quando não precisamos nos preocupar com contas, compromissos, trabalho e tudo o
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xNJulqXpdCdNP1XauiR5dD9xRaM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xNJulqXpdCdNP1XauiR5dD9xRaM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~4/tZo-6W7Lpq8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/2010/01/saudades-da-infancia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQAQHY6eSp7ImA9WxBXEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9055079605664782826.post-2967584403730656030</id><published>2010-01-22T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T04:12:21.811-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-22T04:12:21.811-08:00</app:edited><title>Evoluções</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/feeds/2967584403730656030/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9055079605664782826&amp;postID=2967584403730656030" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/2967584403730656030?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/2967584403730656030?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~3/iNG1ubNW1Ks/evolucoes.html" title="Evoluções" /><author><name>André Luís Chemet Kanso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463806952240029856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Ontem eu lia um artigo sobre os novos padrões de rede sem fio, e fiquei pensando sobre como as coisas evoluem mais rápido do que imaginamos. Há uns 13 ou 14 anos, quando comecei a ter contato com computadores ligados em rede, tudo era bem mais lento, por assim dizer. Disquetes, modems, e muita, muita paciência.Acho válido, notadamente pelo momento em que estamos, juntar isso ao resto. Em um 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/blEVHD3MPq4mRlyrUnZ6YKzmUJY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/blEVHD3MPq4mRlyrUnZ6YKzmUJY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~4/iNG1ubNW1Ks" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/2010/01/evolucoes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cDRng_cSp7ImA9WxBQGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9055079605664782826.post-3983828468639465734</id><published>2010-01-18T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T03:44:37.649-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-18T03:44:37.649-08:00</app:edited><title>Otimismo</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/feeds/3983828468639465734/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9055079605664782826&amp;postID=3983828468639465734" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/3983828468639465734?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/3983828468639465734?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~3/zrVSfBVHyjA/otimismo.html" title="Otimismo" /><author><name>André Luís Chemet Kanso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463806952240029856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Já notou que quando se está sem horizonte, sempre é possível olhar para os lados e ver alguém bem? Já passou pela situação de dizer "porque eu não tive essa idéia?"? Alguma vez em sua trajetória pessoal, profissional ou social, você sentiu que alguma coisa surgiu no momento certo, coincidentemente em uma situação em que você estava no seu melhor momento? Ainda não inventaram uma fórmula para o 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fzs6E0I7FyE7Axa1bARZbvrMiiU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fzs6E0I7FyE7Axa1bARZbvrMiiU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~4/zrVSfBVHyjA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/2010/01/otimismo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0INRX44eCp7ImA9WxBQFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9055079605664782826.post-5855423064098610071</id><published>2010-01-15T03:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T03:39:54.030-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-15T03:39:54.030-08:00</app:edited><title>Reencarnação</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/feeds/5855423064098610071/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9055079605664782826&amp;postID=5855423064098610071" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/5855423064098610071?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/5855423064098610071?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~3/XlFORymxu70/reencarnacao.html" title="Reencarnação" /><author><name>André Luís Chemet Kanso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463806952240029856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Mais uma reflexão polêmica. Espero que o preconceito religioso não impeça a leitura por alguns, mas não posso escolher por esses. Estava esses dias conversando sobre o assunto, e acho interessante registrar minha opinião. Primeiramente gostaria de deixar claro que procuro ter a mente aberta a possibilidades, desde que argumentadas de forma lógica e racional. Além disso, para amenizar as opiniões 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8x8xDvwGzDlrTVeghKITYAwHjE0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8x8xDvwGzDlrTVeghKITYAwHjE0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~4/L_Vm_Z5jJqQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/2010/01/nao-achei-titulo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYASHs6cCp7ImA9WxBTGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9055079605664782826.post-8250523733128762924</id><published>2009-12-15T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T09:12:29.518-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-15T09:12:29.518-08:00</app:edited><title>Música</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/feeds/8250523733128762924/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9055079605664782826&amp;postID=8250523733128762924" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/8250523733128762924?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/8250523733128762924?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~3/tRT12CZFd2U/musica.html" title="Música" /><author><name>André Luís Chemet Kanso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463806952240029856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Resolvi, mais uma vez, buscar o dicionário para saber a definição do termo. Achei essa interessante: "Arte e técnica de combinar sons de maneira agradável ao ouvido." Mas o que é agradável ao meu ouvido, o é ao seu? Possivelmente não, mas como diria um professor de música, a possibilidade de novos acordes beira o infinito.Fico olhando um músico tocando um violino, que não possui demarcações fixas
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9LXSpQXNtDUzh3EKGlGqbIqqDfQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9LXSpQXNtDUzh3EKGlGqbIqqDfQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~4/tRT12CZFd2U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/2009/12/musica.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EHSXc5cCp7ImA9WxBTF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9055079605664782826.post-4995592937124572852</id><published>2009-12-14T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T06:07:18.928-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-14T06:07:18.928-08:00</app:edited><title>Planos</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/feeds/4995592937124572852/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9055079605664782826&amp;postID=4995592937124572852" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/4995592937124572852?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/4995592937124572852?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~3/G-TwsPAPyec/planos.html" title="Planos" /><author><name>André Luís Chemet Kanso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463806952240029856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Recebi um pedido de escrita esses dias, com uma observação: "você deveria escrever também nos dias felizes, porque os últimos textos têm sido um tanto quanto reflexivos". Gostaria de aproveitar a proximidade do final do ano para propor planos. Isso tem sido estimulado por vários sites de administração que tenho frequentado, e tantos outros sobre futilidades e outras coisas mais.Planeje seu 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rO07TQ1J1LTngsFB2GpazKiWI5A/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rO07TQ1J1LTngsFB2GpazKiWI5A/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~4/G-TwsPAPyec" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/2009/12/planos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8BQnszeSp7ImA9WxBTE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9055079605664782826.post-8922126134039943577</id><published>2009-12-09T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:07:33.581-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-09T03:07:33.581-08:00</app:edited><title>Parece fácil.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/feeds/8922126134039943577/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9055079605664782826&amp;postID=8922126134039943577" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/8922126134039943577?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/8922126134039943577?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~3/gyTC9uPLOIs/parece-facil.html" title="Parece fácil." /><author><name>André Luís Chemet Kanso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463806952240029856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Confesso que tentei vários títulos antes de escrever esse, porque ao contrário do recomendado, coloco o título antes, para puxar dele as idéias. Não me veio nada à cabeça, pois hoje é um daqueles dias em que a angústia anterior preenche o espaço das idéias. Por isto mesmo, surge-me a necessidade da escrita, como uma fuga mental para aqueles problemas que não quero enxergar.Mas porque esse título,
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/N281Kp1pz-rg1mkg62GeT44r41o/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/N281Kp1pz-rg1mkg62GeT44r41o/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~4/gyTC9uPLOIs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/2009/12/parece-facil.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIGQX4zcCp7ImA9WxNbFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9055079605664782826.post-3323635919096652482</id><published>2009-11-16T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T11:42:00.088-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-16T11:42:00.088-08:00</app:edited><title>Ser eu</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/feeds/3323635919096652482/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9055079605664782826&amp;postID=3323635919096652482" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/3323635919096652482?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/3323635919096652482?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~3/6BfnrwcDb88/ser-eu.html" title="Ser eu" /><author><name>André Luís Chemet Kanso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463806952240029856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Como é dificil sermos nós! Quanto mais conheço a mim mesmo e as pessoas, mais admiro o gato da minha irmã, que fica de boa o dia inteiro e ainda ganha comida e carinho. Somos uma raça em evolução, e que precisa evoluir muito. Já parou para pensar o quanto, em geral, ainda somos imperfeitos?Uma vez li em algum lugar que, sob uma ótica espiritualista, a Terra é um dos planetas mais atrasados na 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/f6LOP8rSI-QcLRxpX0rcLjmCe1Y/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/f6LOP8rSI-QcLRxpX0rcLjmCe1Y/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~4/6BfnrwcDb88" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/2009/11/ser-eu.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMMRXw_cSp7ImA9WxJaF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9055079605664782826.post-4717544402082714139</id><published>2009-08-08T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T12:41:24.249-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-08T12:41:24.249-07:00</app:edited><title>A Internet</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/feeds/4717544402082714139/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9055079605664782826&amp;postID=4717544402082714139" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/4717544402082714139?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/4717544402082714139?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~3/QweeUNnUvWg/internet.html" title="A Internet" /><author><name>André Luís Chemet Kanso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463806952240029856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Um dia alguém sonhou em conversar com o outro lado do mundo sem sair de casa. Bom, para ser sincero isso funcionaria também para o telefone, o telégrafo, e por aí vai. Digamos que, em um determinado momento, algo grandioso ocorreu, e redes de computadores, interligadas, possibilitaram ao homem expandir fronteiras sociais, comerciais e tantas outras.Quem imaginou, na época em que tínhamos que 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/56cJ07_GzXbZHao5j94xle0cSV4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/56cJ07_GzXbZHao5j94xle0cSV4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~4/QweeUNnUvWg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/2009/08/internet.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EGQXg6fCp7ImA9WxJbF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9055079605664782826.post-3490359078730291655</id><published>2009-07-27T06:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T06:33:40.614-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-27T06:33:40.614-07:00</app:edited><title>Atendendo a pedidos</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/feeds/3490359078730291655/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9055079605664782826&amp;postID=3490359078730291655" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/3490359078730291655?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/3490359078730291655?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~3/a8_h4Bn8Dkc/atendendo-pedidos.html" title="Atendendo a pedidos" /><author><name>André Luís Chemet Kanso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463806952240029856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Na verdade foi um pedido, mas como o ser humano adora a coletividade das coisas, e eu não sou diferente, que fiquem os "pedidos". Fico impressionado com o quanto sempre podemos nos surpreender com as pessoas, principalmente com os comentários inesperados delas, de algumas, inclusive, que nos parecem ter sumido com o tempo.Isso me recorda a minha correria, e a correria de todos, que, inclusive, 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2yM-Dq2WmdRf9TNT1HpuelYKT9s/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2yM-Dq2WmdRf9TNT1HpuelYKT9s/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~4/a8_h4Bn8Dkc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/2009/07/atendendo-pedidos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQHSH48eCp7ImA9WxJVFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9055079605664782826.post-6474777668438923476</id><published>2009-07-01T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:25:39.070-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-01T12:25:39.070-07:00</app:edited><title>Fases</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/feeds/6474777668438923476/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9055079605664782826&amp;postID=6474777668438923476" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/6474777668438923476?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/6474777668438923476?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~3/Z11UYV9BZl8/fases.html" title="Fases" /><author><name>André Luís Chemet Kanso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463806952240029856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Vou ser sincero: não achei título que conseguisse se adequar ao conteúdo. Geralmente eu coloco o título antes da escrita, bem contrário aos que ensinariam os educadores engessados das primeiras letras; pelo menos os meus. Acho que a ordem dos fatores, a exemplo da continha de multiplicar, não altera os fatores, apenas a forma como os vemos.Para entender isso, seguem-se fases em nossa vida, ou 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YMDCt_ox9e9vw4Iu-lunFkR-qDI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YMDCt_ox9e9vw4Iu-lunFkR-qDI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~4/Z11UYV9BZl8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/2009/07/fases.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUMRHw4fCp7ImA9WxJREUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9055079605664782826.post-4760549348475343257</id><published>2009-05-12T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T07:58:05.234-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-12T07:58:05.234-07:00</app:edited><title>Divagando</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/feeds/4760549348475343257/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9055079605664782826&amp;postID=4760549348475343257" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/4760549348475343257?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/4760549348475343257?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~3/iee29MnR7Ro/divagando.html" title="Divagando" /><author><name>André Luís Chemet Kanso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463806952240029856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Hoje eu só quero escrever, sei lá. Deixar os pensamentos voarem, sem rumo, sem expectativa alguma de que eles me levem a algum lugar. Acho que às vezes é bom pensarmos em nada e em tudo ao mesmo tempo. Nesses momentos, em que a cabeça dói sem razão e com todos os motivos, acabamos, inconscientemente, crescendo muito. Esses momentos de reflexão desregrada, sem proveito aparente, nos faz crescer 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KF_eaLfobYldEi8vPeqxNO7jjpM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KF_eaLfobYldEi8vPeqxNO7jjpM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~4/sbdY0d7YNCo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/2009/04/curvas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUNQHY4eip7ImA9WxJTE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9055079605664782826.post-3100754940448874842</id><published>2009-04-21T18:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:11:31.832-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-21T19:11:31.832-07:00</app:edited><title>Aprendizado</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/feeds/3100754940448874842/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9055079605664782826&amp;postID=3100754940448874842" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/3100754940448874842?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/3100754940448874842?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~3/8z_yg97xEQQ/aprendizado.html" title="Aprendizado" /><author><name>André Luís Chemet Kanso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463806952240029856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Hoje aprendi mais uma coisa: que tenho muito a aprender. Parece besta, ou talvez simplório, mas achei que valia a pena registrar. Carrego comigo o orgulho da ignorância de achar que tenho que levar o mundo nas costas, sendo forte para proteger a todos, para evitar que os outros sofram. Por diversas vezes aconselhei os outros a estarem bem para poderem fazer o bem, mas parece que me esqueço de mim
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Q8oESCo3OutQkHPdFcHYktifZn0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Q8oESCo3OutQkHPdFcHYktifZn0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~4/8z_yg97xEQQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/2009/04/aprendizado.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEFSXY8eSp7ImA9WxVbGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9055079605664782826.post-3030793925931337805</id><published>2009-04-04T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T15:03:38.871-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-04T15:03:38.871-07:00</app:edited><title>À espera do dia que não vem</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/feeds/3030793925931337805/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9055079605664782826&amp;postID=3030793925931337805" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/3030793925931337805?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/3030793925931337805?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~3/xzdm-jpCOpw/espera-do-dia-que-nao-vem.html" title="À espera do dia que não vem" /><author><name>André Luís Chemet Kanso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463806952240029856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Estranho, muito estranho, e triste. Como explicar o sentimento das expectativas desfeitas? Como demonstrar o que não tem palavras, que vem de dentro quando não nos alcança o que sonhamos por alguns instantes? Tempos atemporais que se vão, sem nunca terem vindo, vagando pela idéia e sentimento, preenchendo o vazio que eles mesmos criaram.Somos complexos, somos simples, somos tal qual queremos ser,
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LekJNC_fvKDhzBuTUajIu1Vy0dA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LekJNC_fvKDhzBuTUajIu1Vy0dA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~4/xzdm-jpCOpw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/2009/04/espera-do-dia-que-nao-vem.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EBSXs9fCp7ImA9WxVWFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9055079605664782826.post-2537427733555800330</id><published>2009-02-25T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T09:07:38.564-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-25T09:07:38.564-08:00</app:edited><title>Coisas que eu não entendo</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/feeds/2537427733555800330/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9055079605664782826&amp;postID=2537427733555800330" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/2537427733555800330?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/2537427733555800330?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~3/IU0d49LaHJw/coisas-que-eu-nao-entendo.html" title="Coisas que eu não entendo" /><author><name>André Luís Chemet Kanso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463806952240029856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Tem coisas que eu não entendo, e quanto mais eu vivo, sinto que vai demorar a entender. Cedo ou tarde a gente adquire a compreensão de praticamente tudo, mas algumas coisas levam mais tempo que outras. E, nos momentos de dificuldade, em que parece que nada podemos fazer para continuar andando, me vem a pergunta: onde errei?Profissional, pessoal, família, sonhos... Não é fácil conciliar tudo, não 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AwrJh5Wl1VcbnciV7KCjUDJgSnQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AwrJh5Wl1VcbnciV7KCjUDJgSnQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~4/IU0d49LaHJw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/2009/02/coisas-que-eu-nao-entendo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UMSHk_cSp7ImA9WxVXE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9055079605664782826.post-3973263231706229564</id><published>2009-02-11T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T05:34:49.749-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-11T05:34:49.749-08:00</app:edited><title>Meus erros seus. Seus erros meus.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reflexoes.kanso.com.br/feeds/3973263231706229564/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9055079605664782826&amp;postID=3973263231706229564" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/3973263231706229564?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9055079605664782826/posts/default/3973263231706229564?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oSwf/~3/essaq__PAtc/meus-erros-seus-seus-erros-meus.html" title="Meus erros seus. Seus erros meus." /><author><name>André Luís Chemet Kanso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463806952240029856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Como é fácil criticar! Doce sabor da reclamação, dirigida aos problemas nossos, que vemos nos outros, mesmo que sob coberturas distintas. Não, não é fácil se corrigir das falhas encrustadas após anos de erros, de desentendimentos e de entregas fáceis aos caminhos errados.Paciência; a falta dela. Orgulho, gula, inveja, e tantos outros nomes que, para alguns, foram colocados com o nome de pecado. O
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